The yellow and white ceiling, the railings with mottled paint, the mattress smelling of sweat, the outdated stickers, a simple but vivid world.
Fang Zhuo woke up and spent five minutes confirming that he had returned to the green years of his junior year, and stood again in September of the millennium with his weather-beaten memories.
Then, he woke up as if from a dream, grabbed the newspaper and squatted by the door to read eagerly.
The dormitory door was pushed open, and his roommate Lin Cheng walked in with a thermos bottle. He leisurely made himself a cup of tea, and suddenly noticed his good friend's strange behavior.
"Hey, hey, Lao Fang, what are you doing there? Don't mess with me, I haven't even read the newspaper I bought."
"I'll buy you a few more copies in the next two days, and I'll look through them first." Fang Zhuo, who was squatting, said without looking back.
Lin Cheng was startled: "What are you looking for?"
"Change money, look for money, look for money." Fang Zhuo said important things three times, and then added a little melancholy, "My cousin will be hospitalized in two days and needs money."
Cousin is hospitalized? In two days? Is it a transfer?
Lin Cheng thought for two seconds, automatically straightened out the logic of time, and wondered: "What kind of disease? You don't have to pay if you are sick. Besides, why are you reading the newspaper if you are short of money???"
Fang Zhuo shook his head: "She is seriously ill. Her family and my family... don't have enough money, so we can't just watch another tragedy... happen in front of my eyes."
He stood up, stretched his numb legs from squatting, and said with emotion: "We need money and wealth now. In this era, wealth is hidden in newspapers."
"Wealth is hidden in newspapers?" Lin Cheng laughed, "I buy the newspapers in the dormitory every day, and I don't see you reading them. What kind of wealth? Why didn't I see them?"
Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, grabbed the newspaper, took two steps, opened the curtains, and let the millennium sunshine shine into the dormitory of Luzhou Printing Technology School.
When he came back to life, he had a clear understanding that most things in this world could be solved with money. We have not yet reached the information age, and the details of the wealth created by the wave of development are waiting in newspapers and magazines for interested people to dig out.
Fang Zhuo spread the newspaper on Lin Cheng's usual desk, pointed at a piece of news about tofu, and said: "This is a piece of news reprinted by the "Xin'an Evening News" from the "Reference News", saying that it is to enhance competition and break the Monopoly, breakup and reorganization."
Lin Cheng said blankly: "Then what happened?"
Fang Zhuo opened another newspaper: "Last November, we reached an agreement with the United States and we will join the WTO almost next year. You see, it says that according to the rules of the WTO, once we join, the amount of refined oil products in one or two years will be Import tariffs will be reduced to 6%, retail will be liberalized within three years, and wholesale will be liberalized within five years."
Lin Cheng was confused.
"The year before last, the Ministry of Petroleum was reorganized and three companies were separated: petroleum, petrochemicals, and offshore oil. They all have to deal with competition after joining the WTO, as well as competition with each other." Fang Zhuo said eloquently, "This kind of competition is implemented in What is the terminal? It's competition at the gas station."
"There are many private gas stations in the country now, and they will be the targets of full competition for petroleum and petrochemicals."
Fang Zhuo pulled out another copy of the Economic Daily, found two pages, and pointed to a line of small print: "Look, it says here that there are tens of thousands of private gas stations across the country. In the next few years, their prices will go up. If we own a gas station and sell it back, we can at least double the profit. If we sell it for 800,000 yuan, we can sell it for 1.6 million yuan, and if we sell it for 2 million yuan, it can be sold for 4 million yuan. It's like picking up money!"
Lin Cheng was already listening with admiration at this time.
He asked: "Do you have one at home?"
Fang Zhuo silently put away the newspaper: "No."
Lin Cheng: "..."
The two of them thought about the bleak reality together.
Lin Cheng reluctantly digested the connection between several pieces of news, and sighed sincerely: "Old Fang, I didn't realize that you have a pair of sharp dog eyes. However, it seems that you can't make money if you don't have capital."
"Yeah." Fang Zhuo couldn't help but sigh, this was indeed a problem.
Once upon a time, he barely managed to get through the system. At that time, he was a contract worker. Later, he quit his job and started his own business to engage in foreign trade. He finally became prosperous when he encountered the Prime Minister taking the stage to start a trade war...
Then, it's back to junior year.
As soon as I came back, I had to face a big event that would make the entire family bleak in the next few years. Unfortunately, time was very tight, otherwise I would have gone to the capital to buy a toilet and just waited for the appreciation in value to be realized.
In a blink of an eye, it was noon, Lin Cheng went to get two lunches, and Fang Zhuo was eating, reading the newspaper and chatting.
Just as he was about to turn the last page of the last newspaper, a familiar name suddenly appeared in the tofu news in his sight.
—The mixed-share reform of non-performing assets in our city is an active discussion on industrial upgrading, which requires both the correct leadership direction of the competent authorities and the active use of capital market functions.
Chen Shuhu, general manager of Wan Province Trust and Investment Company, said that he is confident that the asset replacement of Red Star Rice Paper will be completed within the year, which will have positive reference significance for the development trend of related industries.
Fang Zhuo put down his chopsticks and stared closely at the name "Chen Shuhu". This person is not an ordinary person. He will be a big man with good development in the future.
Furthermore, I once learned about him in detail out of interest. He was born in a rural area, rooted in finance, and has a conceited personality. Well, conceited...
"What's wrong?" Lin Cheng noticed his friend's stopped bowl and chopsticks and his serious expression.
Fang Zhuo murmured to himself: "It's okay, it's okay. It seems that I have found a wealth password, and I am just wondering how to enter it to open it."
"What is this? What does he do?" Lin Cheng was confused and glanced at the newspaper.
"The leader of a state-owned enterprise, um, the top leader." Fang Zhuo tried hard to recall the relevant events he had seen and investigated. He did not remember any asset replacement work, but he still knew some typical deeds before and after.
Moreover, some current public information can be checked again. Chen's rise to wealth is quite famous in the industry.
"Lin Cheng, I may be a little busy these days. Please help me take care of things at school." Fang Zhuo shook the newspaper in his hand, vaguely having an idea in his mind.
Lin Cheng nodded. He reached for the newspaper and looked left and right. He looked up and down, but he couldn't see the words "Wealth Code" from the tofu cubes.
However, Lao Fang's previous words were very conclusive, and he even used a gas station as an example. He was very magnanimous, elegant, personable, and far-sighted.
"Old Fang, I'll give you back the password. If you make money in the future, don't forget me. Anyway, you can eat mutton and I can drink soup." Lin Cheng handed the newspaper back and said with a smile, "Don't forget me when you are rich and noble. "
"Well, if I become rich, I will definitely let you enjoy the blessings."
Lin Cheng nodded happily: "Thank you, brother."
Fang Zhuo's mind was racing, and his idea, which was not too serious, gradually took shape.
Well, the more bold a person is, the more productive he will be.