At 10 a.m. 10 a.m., the stock market soared and I was so excited. I ran out of Beihui and rushed to the Forbidden City to enjoy the battle between Ye and Li. What I don't know is that Li Xunhuan is also in the corner not far from me, excitedly taking out a flying knife and gesticulating. ...
Running and running, suddenly, a message appeared on the mobile phone: the stock market plummeted like a cliff. From violent cattle to violent bears, I climbed to the top of the Forbidden City in despair. What about leaves open? What about Li Xunhuan? Nobody! I expect them to comfort me. ! I am even more desperate. I jumped off the top of the Forbidden City ... and fell to the ground. I was caught by Xiao Feng and held in my arms.
"Why you?"
"Li Xunhuan went bankrupt and committed suicide by throwing knives. I'll take his place and learn from Brother Ye to prove my martial arts. "
"What? ! Li Xunhuan committed suicide? ! What time? ! "
"Just now, in the northern exchange. He went bankrupt because of the stock market crash. I didn't have time to save him, and his flying knife was fast! "
Ah, ah, ah
"Ye Xiong how hasn't arrived yet? Almost a little fast! Shouldn't we start at noon? ! "
"yes! Why hasn't he come yet? ! Huh? Isn't that Fu Hongxue? ! How did he come? "
"Xiao Xiong how also here? ! What about Li Ge? Who is this? "
"Hello Fu Xiong. This is my best friend, Li Wuyu, a woodcutter in Shaolin Outer Hall. I'm here to see the battle between Ye Ge and Li Ge. Why did Brother Ye come? You're here? "
"alas! Forget it! Ye Xiong was ready to leave, but then the stock market plummeted and he had a heart attack and was being rescued in the emergency room. I'll tell the Li Xunhuan brothers. Let's fight another day. By the way, why didn't Brother Li come? "
"He also committed suicide because of the stock market crash. I wonder if he can be rescued? "
"Xiao Xiong, Fu Xiong, you are all saints and fortuneteller, how can you worry about money? ! "I can't help but interrupt.
"That's because practice also needs the support of money! Law, marriage, wealth and land are indispensable. Where can I sell medicinal materials without money? How can you have the cheek to rob? ! "Xiao Feng said indignantly.
"There should be many ways to get rich like you, so why risk going to the stock market for gold? ! "I asked again.
"First, we don't want to show our magic power in front of people and shake the world. Second, we don't want to bear human feelings and deal with laity. In this way, we can only use our brains to take risks in stock trading, earn a little money and maintain our practice. " Fu Hongxue interface.
"Brother Fu is so right." I went on to say, "However, you are all people with temperament. If you don't eat fireworks, you will lose a lot of money in stock trading. And you are all retail investors, it is easy to be cut leeks! Alas. Yes, didn't you two buy it? "
"I bought it. I discussed it with Fu Xiong and felt that it was not suitable for short-term speculation, so I bought a long-term and participated in dividends. "
"Medium and long-term investment is correct. You can also join the WTO to practice medicine. Not only can you cure diseases and save lives, but you can also get gratitude. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone? ! "
"Think so? Textual research, accreditation, approval and recognition. It's too much trouble, I have to practice, how can I have time! " Feng Xiao said with deep feelings.
I bowed my head and took the exam for a while. Suddenly an idea came to my mind and blurted out, "Brother Xiao and Brother Fu, I have an immature idea that I want to discuss with you. Why not launch a Wulin post and invite Wulin colleagues to raise funds together? First, run a private hospital, set up a health pavilion in the hospital, and promote Chinese medicine health. Every three people sit in the classroom for half a year and take turns practicing medicine. Second, set up a first-class foundation, organize stock trading, and then participate in dividends according to the proportion of invested funds, with risks. Hire excellent traders and set up a supervision team. This will not affect practice, but also make money. Why not? ! "
"good!"
"Great!"
"But, who is willing to fuck this heart? ! Will you? " Xiao Feng said to me.
"You are all saints in the fortuneteller, and I'm still far away. I am willing to serve you! " Without hesitation, I patted my chest and said, "As long as you teach me how to practice, you don't have to take care of the rest."
"Well, thank you Li Xiong. Please pay more attention. We will deal with mental problems. Don't worry, I guarantee your testimony. " Fu Hongxue said gratefully.
"I'm looking for a friend to cooperate specifically and try to submit the copy and articles of association to you as soon as possible. ..... "Just then, another message came from the mobile phone: the stock market has gone up again.
"The stock market soared, and Li Xunhuan also had good news. Life was saved. "
"Ye Xiong all right. How happy! "
"Why don't you continue the battle of Tao with Ye Li next month? In Huashan, people from all over the world are advertised to attend this grand event. Fundraising crowdfunding won, and this event will be complete. " Xiao Feng proposed enthusiastically.
"okay. Double twelve, see you. " I applaud.
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Ha ha ha ha ha! I did such an earth-shattering event in the virtual meta-universe game! In my ordinary and vulgar life, it is also the most brilliant one. Remember it and make you laugh.
Postscript: This story is sheer nonsense. It's based on the poet on the mountain struggling with my homework in the small class, and I forced myself to play extraordinary and fabricated word games. If there are similarities, it is purely coincidental.
It turns out that in the small class, the teacher asked us to list several incompatible words. I thought the teacher was going to show us how to make up a story, so I deliberately made things difficult for him. I listed the following six words: Dongyang, Stock Market, Leaves Open, Forbidden City, Li Xunhuan and Excited. As a result, the teacher led him step by step into the pit. Lies need to be round and holes need to be dug. The end result is this nondescript hydrology! It's a bit like science fiction.
Finally, thank you, Mr. Mountain Poet. Without him, how could there be this hydrology? !