"Dad, let's go."

Guan Shijie stood up and walked towards the man.

Chen Ruyun was so scared that she lost her vigor and hurriedly stopped Guan Shijie in front of him and said, "Brother Shijie, I'm sorry. I only have him in my heart now."

When Guan Shijie saw Chen Ruyun stopping him, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. In fact, even if Chen Ruyun didn't stop him, he couldn't do anything to this man. Whether it was height or weight, he speculated that he was not his opponent.

Guan Shijie smiled faintly and said, "I just want to meet this brother, so it will be convenient for him to say hello when we meet in the future."

The man also came over and stretched out his hand first and said, "Zhao Jian, Lieutenant and Company Commander of the 9th Company, 3rd Battalion, 219th Regiment, 27th Division, the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army."

"Guan Shijie."

As soon as Guan Shijie shook hands with him, some messy scenes flashed in his mind for some reason: 1 Zhao Jian walked out of an alley, and a charming woman with scarlet lips behind him was waving her handkerchief.

2 Zhao Jian was wearing casual clothes and sat in a private room with a man with greasy hair and flour, and the two of them whispered.

3 Zhao Jian and Chen Ruyun were on the same bed, doing something about the clouds and rain in Wushan. That room seemed to be Chen Ruyun's boudoir.

Guan Shijie was very surprised. How could he have Zhao Jian’s memory?

At this time, Guan Shijie also heard Zhao Jian’s voice: A poor teacher dares to compete with me for women? How can he compare to me in terms of family background, appearance and identity? He is too overestimated!

Zhao Jian pulled his hand back, and Guan Shijie's mind returned to normal.

Just as Master Guan Qi was about to pick up the silver note, he was stopped by Guan Shijie.

"Dad, the honest one will not accept the food given by pity. Let's go. By the way, Mr. Shen, if I remember correctly our betrothal gift, it should be 1,000 yuan. Please send someone to send it there."

Shen Wenxiao said with a embarrassed look: "Brother Seventh, nephew, I have offended you very much. I will send someone to send you one thousand yuan tomorrow."

When the Guan family and his son walked out of the Shen family's gate, Chen Liuzi said sarcastically behind his back: "Master Qi, Master Guan is well, the road is slippery, be careful of falling."

With a "bang", the door was closed. The door knocker hit the door and rang a few times, then stopped swaying.

Mr. Guan Qi walked in front with a hunched back and frownfully, sighing constantly as he walked: "Shijie, it's all my fault that my father is incompetent. A good marriage is just a waste of time."

"Dad, it's okay if you don't want a woman with this kind of watery poplar flower. Don't worry, I will definitely find you a good daughter-in-law in the future."

Guan Shijie was ruthless in his heart. One day, the Shen family's father and daughter would understand what the consequences of being inferior to others were. What he was thinking about now was how to find money as soon as possible and help find a dangerous home to overcome difficulties.

Before traveling through time, he worked in the provincial library to archive books and had plenty of time to study every day. He liked books on history and military the most. After work, he was trading stocks. Although small retail investors like him were cut off as leeks, he also accumulated some experience.

Guan Shijie remembered that there was a stock market in the Republic of China. Can he think of a solution from this? He suddenly remembered the third major stock market crash in the Republic of China. The second Shanghai cotton yarn case occurred in 1936-1937.

If I remember correctly, now it is Xu Maochang, the second son of Xu Qingyun, the top ten wealthy cotton yarn king in Shanghai, known as the trolley tram; under the instruction of the uncrowned king Miss Song San and the gangster emperor Du Yuesheng, hyping cotton yarn.

"Dad, how much money do you have in your hand besides the 5,000 yuan you borrowed?" Guan Shijie asked.

"There is also a thousand yuan for you to prepare for a wedding. Your mother has saved it, and no one will let her move." said Mr. Guan Qi.

"Dad, can you give me the money for a few days?" Guan Shijie said: "I'll go to the stock exchange to bet once."

Mr. Guan Qi was surprised. He had never seen his son trade stocks before. Is it okay to go to stocks suddenly? But then he thought about it and thought that he had thought of all the ways he should have. Five thousand yuan is not enough to pay off his debts. It would be better to let his son gamble. If he wins the bet, he will be light on his debts. If he loses the bet, he will admit that he is unlucky and find a way to turn things around in the future.

Mr. Guan Qi handed over the 5,000 yuan silver notes he carried with him to Guan Shijie and said, "Take it, take it, and take action if you see it."

Guan Shijie felt a little surprised. He thought he would waste a lot of saliva to convince his father, but he didn't expect his father to take out the money so happily.

In fact, when Guan Qiye was young, he was good at gambling, sparrow, Paijiu, and stocks, but he was also ordinary. He stopped after getting married and started his business with all his heart.

Guan Shijie walked for about an hour and arrived at the Central Plains Stock Exchange in Qianmen Xiheyan.

The exchange was crowded with people, and the phone ringing and the number of traders' reports were mixed together. The blackboards were filled with stock numbers of listed trading companies. Some traders wearing yellow vests kept running to the blackboard and used the blackboard to modify the stock index rising or falling numbers.

Guan Shijie also knew that the technology of the stock exchange during the Republic of China period could not be as developed as the era when he traveled through time. He was controlled by computers. But he didn't expect the operation method to be so primitive, and he didn't know how to do it, so he was a little confused for a moment.

"Sir, is there anything you can do to help you?"

A man was behind Guan Shijie and patted him on the shoulder.

A name suddenly popped up in Guan Shijie's mind. He turned around and saw a young man with a tall and beautiful figure, wearing a blue cloth cotton robe and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

"Miao Qinghou?"

Guan Shijie blurted out and shouted out the name of this person. After he finished calling, he remembered that Miao Qinghou was his middle school classmate and friend in the Republic of China. Later, they went to college and gradually lost contact. Guan Shijie found some clues in the memory of the Republic of China. The reason for their alienation was mainly due to underdeveloped communication, and secondly, Guan Shijie had a little inferiority complex.

According to the information in my memory, Miao Qinghou was the second son of Miao Ronghua, the owner of Dahua Trading Company, who graduated from Yenching University. After that, there was no news.

"Guan Shijie, I look like you from a distance. Tell me, where did you work after graduation?" Miao Qinghou said: "You guy, you have never contacted your classmates or me."

Guan Shijie smiled awkwardly. He thought to himself, can’t I say that I am inferior to myself in the Republic of China, right?

"I am a teacher in the 10th Junior High School. Brother Qinghou's son inherited his father's business, right?" Guan Shijie asked.

"My father has always been in poor health, and there must be someone taking care of his business. You also know that I was born to be a businessman. I envy you for teaching and learning in a stable manner." Miao Qinghou said in a little lonely tone.

Guan Shijie vaguely remembered Miao Qinghou's words that he liked to study and do academic research. What he said just now should be heartfelt words.

"How is the business? Is the business okay?" Guan Shijie asked.

"It's a messy battle, how good can the business be? Just keep it up." Miao Qinghou asked, "Brother Shijie is here to trade stocks, too?"

"I think so. There are no computers on the exchange, they are all manually operated, and I don't know how to buy and sell." Guan Shijie said casually.

"Computer? What does it mean?" Miao Qinghou asked in surprise.

Guan Shijie knew that he had made a mistake and quickly changed his words and said: If the machine is operated by a machine, it should be much faster."

"Brother Shijie is optimistic about which piece of goods or which company's stock?" asked Miao Qinghou.
Chapter completed!