Qin Dong really thought that Du Yuan was like the father in Ang Lee's "Diet and Female". He prepared a table of dishes, but his three daughters were all busy and did not go home.

Today, Xiaoju's mother rarely came back early. At meal time, Du Xiaoshu, who had not appeared for many days, also came back. Du Xiaoju also returned from her own house to her parents' home. After a while, Wu Geng and Liu Zhi also rushed over.

When Sarilang brought his lover and children to the end, the family gathered together rarely.

When Du Yuan saw Du Xiaoshu coming home, he was happy, but only one syllable came out of his nostrils. When he saw everyone entering the house, the old man couldn't hold his face tight and he quickly went to the kitchen to get busy.

"Where is my brother-in-law," Du Xiaoshu hugged Xiao Qin Xun and began to look for Qin Dong, "What did you say? Why should you throw it away?"

Only then did Du Yuan realize that it was Qin Dong who brought all these people together.

"Will Dadong come back?" Wu Geng sat on the sofa, his face calm and anxious.

"He went to Yangzhou today, and the company asked him to take care of Yangzhou beer again." Du Xiaoju took off her coat and walked into the kitchen.

Yangzhou Beer is like Tang Dynasty Beer. Qin Beer has been in a loss-making stage since its acquisition. Qin Dong is in Xi'an and is out of reach, but since he wants to take control, he has a way.

His method was to hire Hou Yong of Yunhai Beer to be the general manager of Yangzhou Beer and replicate the strategy of Xi'an Tangchao Beer, from the perspective of product, marketing, and management, and strive to transform Yangzhou Beer into profits within one year.

"This kid has only been to Qin Beer for less than a year. Sales, north and south, have their own direct descendants." Wu Geng could see Qin Dong clearly, and he also knew Qin Dong's ambitions. Of course, this kid's goal is not Rong Beer!

"Sister-in-law, are you talking about it? Should I throw it all or just throw it a part?" Sarilang also entered the kitchen. With Liu Zhi and Du Xiaoshu following him, he couldn't even turn around in the narrow kitchen.

"Share all." Du Xiaoju responded while cutting vegetables.

"It's going to rise every day, so I'll sell it?" Xiaoju's mother was unhappy, but she believed in her son-in-law, "Wait a little longer, I'll sell it in two days."

"Give it aside." Liu Zhi said to Wu Geng.

Wu Geng rubbed his beard, "Grandma Xiaoxiao said it right. It's going to rise every day, and it costs several hundred yuan a day... Well, I'll sell it next week, not a week."

Du Xiaoshu didn't speak, and no one knew his son better than his father, but Du Yuan knew that this son had an idea in his mind.

"I listen to your brother-in-law, I didn't imitate your mother, so I was slow to go." The way Du Yuan told his son was still looking stern.

Du Xiaoshu agreed and picked up a fried tenderloin with two fingers, which made Xiao Qin Xun imitate immediately. Du Yuan was so angry that he picked up the chopsticks and knocked his two fingers hard, "I look like I am an uncle!"

Time slips away slowly from fingertips like water.

When Qin Dong returned to Qinwan from Yangzhou, it was already the evening of December 15th.

Unlike the warmth of Yangzhou, Qinwan was already cold and dripping water turned into ice.

"Oh, it's still warm at home." The heating was so hot that it was hot. As soon as I entered the house, Xiao Qin Xun rushed over like a small stove.

Qin Dong opened the bag and took out the specialty from Yangzhou. Du Yuan had already arranged dinner, "Dad, I'll have a drink with you." Du Yuan was already sitting at the dining table with a smile.

"Well, Yangzhou's land and water support people. After going to Yangzhou, they are young." Xiaoju's mother was in a good mood, and the stock price kept rising. She woke up laughing in her dreams every day.

"He is not old at first." Du Xiaoju looked at her husband with a smile, "No matter how young he is, he can still return to eighteen years old."

"I am eighteen years old every night..." Qin Dong whispered in a low voice in Du Xiaoji's ear with a smile.

"Go..." Du Xiaoju twisted Qin Dong's waist and subconsciously looked at her son.

"Liaoxiao, call the TV to Central Station 1, grandpa wants to watch the news." Du Yuan shouted to his grandson with a smile, "There is no cartoons now, come here and have a meal first."

Accompanied by familiar voices, CCTV News Broadcast began.

Like thousands of Chinese families, eating late, watching the news, teasing children, and looking through the window, at this moment, thousands of Chinese families are all happy.

But just a few minutes later, Xing Zhibin's serious face appeared on TV.

At 7 p.m. on December 15, 1996, CCTV's "News Broadcast" read out the article of a special commentator to be published by the People's Daily on December 16, titled "Correct understanding of the current stock market."

Xiaoju's mother stopped eating immediately and stood in front of the TV.

"... Many institutions and individual investors disagree with the sudden surge in the stock market. They all say... that the stock market will never fall.

This kind of estimation of the stock market is a very confused view. It is true that the government wants to make the economy well, but it will never support the market when the stock market plummets, nor can it support the market. In the end, it will shoot itself in the foot and delay the process of market development. This is the consensus of the international securities industry..."

Xing Zhibin's expression and tone were quite stern. Even Du Yuan, who was holding a wine cup, saw the clues. When the crackdown was severe, the announcer also spoke in the same tone.

"No, the stock market is about to change. Old man, have you sold your stocks?" Du Yuan's tone became stern.

"No, no," Xiaoju's mother panicked, "Isn't this going on for a while? I'm thinking about delaying it for another two days..."

"When will it be delayed? Until you can pay the most?" Du Yuan looked at Qin Dong.

Xiaoju's mother was dissatisfied, "Isn't it just a piece of news? It may not necessarily fall. It has been rising for so many days."

Qin Dong looked at Du Xiaoju, and the couple looked helpless.

...

In later generations, new investors all knew about the stock market plummeting in 2015, but compared with the stock market plummeting in 1996, it was really a slim witch.

December 16, 1996, this is a day that will never be forgotten in the Chinese stock market.

Xiaojuma, Liuzhi, Du Xiaoshu, and Sarilang arrived at the business department early in the morning and waited for this critical moment to come.

Time approaches the opening time minute by minute.

At 9:30 am, all 614 stocks (a, b shares and funds) were all closed at the limit with a 10% decline, except for the newly listed stock Guangxi Kangda rose 139.10%.

"Oh, no, I have to go out and take a breath." Xiaoju's mother's face was very painful, but she came back after just a few steps. "I won't go out, I can't see the market when I go out, and I'm even more painful."

But there is still the pain behind, the Shanghai Composite Index and Shenzhen Component Index, and the Shenzhen Composite Index almost directly hit the limit. The Shanghai Composite Index opened at 1005 points, with a minimum limit of 999.631 points and a close at 1000.022 points.

The Shenzhen Component Index directly closed at the limit of 3776.17 points, and the Shenzhen Composite Index also closed at 393.21 points.

On this day, the transaction volume was only 2.113 billion yuan.

The entire market is completely dark green, and the index line does not have a tortuous shape up and down, it is a completely straight line.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone's face was very painful. I looked helplessly at the market that had been rising for nearly 3 months and now fell into this tragic phenomenon.

"It's rising, it's rising, it's rising..."
Chapter completed!