When Nan Yi finished his meal and was escorted out of his villa by Wang Fengtai, Fan Hongdou was tidying up Nanzhai in Wenchangwei. Fan Hongdou had lived in Nanzhai the longest, and her feelings for Nanzhai were no less than Nan Yi's.
Fan Hongdou came back this time just to deal with the property rights issue of Wenchang Weiwanxiao Group. Although the Wenchang Weiwanxiao Group is called a group, it became just a joke in the end. It only has one toy factory under it and no other business.
The reason why it was named the group can be traced back to before the fallout. At that time, Nan Yi planned to develop a lot of businesses under the primary school group and turn it into a real group. Now let's not talk about it anymore.
Fan Hongdou cleaned the front hall and the back house, and in front of a controller in the back house, she pressed the red button to close the entrance to the underground treasure house, and then pressed the green button to fill the underground treasure house with nitrogen.
There were no valuable items in the underground treasure house. The only valuable things were some memories, the tickets that expired before Nan Yi had time to use them, the toys that Nan Ruoyin played with when she was a child, and some of Fan Hongdou's own things.
In addition to her own room, Fan Hongdou covered the furniture in other rooms with dust sheets. Then she came to the front hall, sat on the chair on the left, picked up the teacup, covered the tea leaves with the lid, and took a sip.
"Alas, with the Wanxiao Group handed over, all of my godfather's efforts have gone to waste, and so have my efforts." Fan Hongdou sighed, feeling sorry for Shao Youwei. "Without my godfather's development path and my control, how could Shao Youwei have developed to where he is now? That's good. Without any ties, I can focus on my godfather and my own business."
After thinking for a while, Fan Hongdou came to the Eight Immortals Table, picked up the wolf-hair brush on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and wrote four words "Those who betray me will live" on the rice paper.
Fan Hongdou put down her pen, admired her own handwriting, picked up the rice paper and clipped it to the clip hanging on the main beam, turned on the radio and listened to the news program of stock analyst Annie.
Annie was a well-known stock critic in Shenzhen at that time. In addition to writing stock reviews in newspapers, she also opened a telephone consultation hotline and launched three audio programs in the morning, afternoon and evening for the first time. It is said that she could earn over a million yuan a month through the consultation hotline.
Fan Hongdou remained noncommittal. She was by no means proficient in stocks, she just knew how to operate them. If she were to enter the stock market on her own, she might end up losing everything.
However, she should leave professional matters to professionals. If she doesn't understand something, she can let someone who does work for her.
After listening for a while, she turned on the TV again and turned down the volume. She tried to do two things at once, using her left and right ears to pay attention to the TV and the radio respectively.
Around nine o'clock, the captain of the South Country team, Che Qianzi, led two people to the front hall, a man and a woman. The man was Gu Dingsheng and the woman was Li Ying. They were a master of stock market strategy introduced by Gu Dingsheng. She had her own set of "Chanzhong Theory" and despised the myth of banker among retail investors. In her eyes, there was no difference between banker and retail investors, only between losers and winners. She called herself the Skull Cracker - she could crack the heads of banker makers.
"Miss."
"Manager Gu, Sister Chan, come and sit down."
Fan Hongdou greeted them and asked them to sit down. She walked to a corner of the front hall, picked up the glass teapot on the fire, came to the eight-immortal table, took out two new tea cups, brewed tea and served them to the two.
Sitting back in her seat, Fan Hongdou found that Li Ying was looking at her handwriting, so she asked, "Sister Chan, how is my handwriting?"
Li Ying replied straightforwardly: "It has the style of Youjun and the brushwork of the regular scripts of the early Tang Dynasty. It looks like Li Yong, but the charm is very different. The words are also Li Yong's famous sayings. Is it a gift from the boss's elders?"
Li Ying's words actually meant that Fan Hongdou's calligraphy was not very good. The words "Youjun style" and "brushwork" were all used by later generations to praise Li Yong. Fan Hongdou naturally understood what she heard. She smiled faintly and said, "When I was an adult, my godfather gave me a rubbing of the "Li Sixun Stele" and also gave me these four words."
"The boss's godfather is a wonderful man. Please introduce me to him if you have the chance."
When Gu Dingsheng heard what Li Ying said, the muscles on his face trembled unnaturally. "Li Ying is good in everything except being too arrogant. I call the boss Miss, how could she not guess who the boss's godfather is."
Fan Hongdou smiled gracefully, "There will be a chance, Manager Gu, let's get started."
"Okay, Miss." Gu Dingsheng nodded slightly and began to report on the operations of Quanjun Investment in the past two months. "In April, we operated Sinopec (Shanghai) and Magang, catching up with the big market in the first week. Sinopec rose by 22.78% and Magang rose by 27.61%, with a total profit of 10.72 million;
On Tuesday, April 11, Yizheng Chemical Fiber was listed at an opening price of 2.90 yuan. We bought in at multiple price ranges, including 3 yuan and 3.1 yuan, and sold at 3.41 yuan the next day, making a profit of 2 million yuan.
However, before that, we subscribed to 300,000 non-restricted shares from a securities company, bought them at 2.10 yuan per share, and sold them at 3.65 yuan before the highest price reached 3.75 yuan that day, making a profit of 593,500 yuan.
After entering May, the stock market was not very good, but we found that the main force had a lot of large-cap stocks, so we also bought a lot of large-cap stocks, waiting for the main force to push up the price to sell, and then we sold them first;
In addition, we also found that the main players from Wuchuan and Beijing were absorbing funds in the fund sector. Previously, the fund sector had been strong, with large rises and small declines, retreating one step and advancing ten steps. Li Ying judged that when the main players absorbed enough chips and pulled up the market a few times to sell them, the stock price would plummet. "
"Very good." Fan Hongdou nodded and said, "Sister Chan, what do you think of the stock market situation in the second half of the year?"
"There will be several major battles in July and August. There will be no fire in winter, and there will be sad people everywhere. There is no chance for Shanghai stocks. You can pay attention to the Shenzhen stocks that are all below 5 yuan. These will become gold."
Fan Hongdou thought for a moment and asked, "The 70 old joint-stock companies issued before 1990, including the frightening circulation of state-owned shares and legal person shares, should we wait and see how the higher authorities deal with these two historical issues?"
"Miss, by the end of the year, someone will probably speak out to clearly solve these two problems, but it will not have much impact on the stock market. After August, we will buy Lujiazui, Suchangchai, Changhong, Haier and several low-priced blue chip stocks, and then temporarily withdraw our attention from Shanghai stocks and buy low-priced Shenzhen stocks."
"Is there any good news about Shenzhen stocks?" Fan Hongdou asked.
Gu Dingsheng shook his head, "Not yet, but there are concepts that can be hyped."
"Ninety-seven?"
"Yes, Ninety-Seven."
"According to the Book of Changes, 96 should be a year of great success," said Li Ying.
Fan Hongdou smiled and said, "Sister Chan, aren't you a Zen practitioner?"
"No one stipulates that people who practice Zen cannot practice the Book of Changes." Li Ying said calmly.
"Yes, it seems that no one has set any regulations." Fan Hongdou smiled.
Dongzhuo already looks like a paradise for men, but Nan Yi did not go out at night. He went to bed early and got up early. The next morning, he met a woman in the factory town holding a little girl holding Master Fan instant noodles. They were jumping around and looked so happy.
There is a sticker on the instant noodles with "Master Fan wishes the little kid a happy birthday" written on it in cartoon font.
The stickers were put on later because the little girl in front of me has her birthday today.
As they passed each other, Nan Yi gave the little girl a sweet smile, thinking in his heart that there would be a few eggs in the little girl's bowl of noodles later.
Although there were many loopholes in Master Fan's "birthday" activities and the distribution outlets falsely reported a lot of quantities, Nan Yi did not order any measures to be implemented and watched more than 20 million packages, which exceeded the number of children in the country, appear on the report every year.
He only hopes that the distribution outlets will not lie or deduct too much from the amount they give, so that as many children as possible can get their birthday instant noodles, especially in some backward areas where instant noodles are considered a delicacy.
Obviously, his hopes would be dashed. The more backward the region, the greater the deductions. Master Fan's dealers needed to conduct regular inspections to make the situation a little better.
Running into the central garden, Nan Yi stopped in front of a pool of water, overlooking the koi in the water, thinking silently in his heart: "It's time to build Master Fan's IP. Should we start with the anti-Japanese hero Master Fan, or with the birthday hero?
Birthday Man is better. The name of the trick is the name of Master Fan's product. There is also an ultimate trick called Happy Birthday. Once it is used, the villain will think of the good days with his parents, and then cry bitterly and change his ways...
The character's appearance is that he is covered with instant noodle armor all over his body, and he is chewing something called "Chew for a Sweet Refreshment" or "Master Fan's Gum". No, he should be chewing different things in his mouth to transform into different forms. What spell does he use?
Happy birthday?"
Nan Yi tried shouting "Happy Birthday" several times in different tones, but couldn't find the right tone. He put the question aside for the time being and continued thinking, "If I take a pack of Fire Fox instant noodles and clap my hands, it will send out shockwaves; if I spill the instant noodle crumbs, the villain's 'battle pet' will involuntarily open its mouth to catch them, and sing "Happy Birthday" after eating them?
It seems that this is not possible. The copyright of this song is in the hands of Warner. I don’t know how much copyright fee I have to pay...
What is the prototype of the villain's battle pet?
Crocodile? Hippopotamus? "
After thinking for a long time, Nan Yi's mind was still fragmented and the concept was not yet formed. However, it was enough to serve as an introduction to creativity. He put it into words and gave it to Master Fan for internal discussion, and then let Gong Xue take over the subsequent work.
Putting the matter aside, Nan Yi took the starting position of Tai Chi and performed the Wu style Tai Chi on the koi in the water.
In the morning, Nan Yi finished reading the report that he had not finished reading yesterday; at noon, he hosted a banquet for the middle and senior management of Swallowtail Butterfly to thank everyone for their hard work in the past. After the dinner, they went to Xu Xiaofang's restaurant.
It was past dinner time, and there were only two tables of guests left in the restaurant, who were in high spirits and seemed to be working non-stop until dinner time. Xu Xiaofang and the staff in the restaurant were having lunch. The dishes on the table were appalling, with mediocre ingredients but shoddy cooking.
The business in the store must be unusually good today, and the chef must be exhausted.
Fan Hongdou was wearing a red T-shirt with a circle of red beans of different colors dotted on the hem, and a pair of tactical jeans. She sat in front of Xu Xiaofang, eating and chatting with her.
Nan Yi moved a chair and squeezed next to Fan Hongdou, then turned to Xu Xiaofang and said, "Sister-in-law, where is Zuo Can?"
"Nan Yi, you're here. Zuo Can couldn't stay idle, so he went to the Stock Exchange overpass to sell discs."
As she grows older and has more work to do, Xu Xiaofang's voice has become louder and is no longer as soft as it used to be.
“Is it selling well?”
"It's pretty good. I can make dozens of dollars a day."
"You're just selling CDs, but you don't sell some securities newspapers as well?"
"I can't sell it. People chase me away from my stall there. I'm ready to run away at any time."
"Ha, there is progress. Zuo Can, this piece of wood, can also do business." Nan Yi said with a smile.
"He can't do it well. The vendors there can earn more than 200 yuan a day, but he only makes a few dozen. He doesn't know how to shout and just waits for customers to come." Xu Xiaofang said with a bit of ridicule: "He can't do business at all."
"Just think of Zuo Can as killing time. He'll get sick if he's idle too long. But a stall business that requires shouting is not suitable for him. I'll see if there's a newly built public toilet and help him contract one."
"This is good, this is good, it suits Lao Zuogan."
Xu Xiaofang agreed very much. She did not think it was disrespectful to use the toilet. You should know that most of the public toilets at that time were half-charged. Urination was free, but for defecation one had to buy paper from the administrator. It was also okay not to have paper. As long as one used the squat toilet, one had to pay a fee, 30 or 50 cents, and a few sheets of loose toilet paper or individually wrapped napkins.
In a city like Shenzhen, if you can contract a public toilet at the train station, you can easily buy several houses a year, even if you don't become a rich man. Of course, ordinary people can forget about such a golden toilet.
Nan Yi does have a way to get it, but, getting a group of people together just to fight for a public toilet doesn't sound good, and it also seems too small-minded.
"It's settled then. Zuo Can's next stop is the restroom."
"Hehe, godfather, are you just going to send Uncle Zuo to check the toilet like this?" Fan Hongdou laughed while covering her mouth.
"Is it bad? I think it's pretty good. This job is suitable for people who don't know how to do it. 30 cents per person, 100,000 people a day is 30,000, 10.95 million a year, and it can be listed in three years. The stock price will increase seven or eight times. Cash out, and use the 400 million or 500 million to rent toilets again. This time, rent hundreds of toilets, and then go public again, cash out again, and rent tens of thousands more. In nine years, you can make 500 trillion, which is definitely rich enough to rival a country."
"Haha, godfather, why don't you do it when it's so profitable?"
"I'm not professional and can't do it." Nan Yi said happily.
Nan Yi's words made Xu Xiaofang and Fan Hongdou laugh even more, and it took them a while to recover.
After chatting for a while at the dinner table, when Fan Hongdou finished her meal, Nan Yi and she walked out of the restaurant and took a walk on the curb.
"You'll be graduating in two years. Have you thought about how to spend your gap year?"
Fan Hongdou used a headband to hold back her hair that was blown by the wind, and pulled the hem of her clothes, "Godfather, I want to start working right after graduation. A gap year is a waste of time."
"Wouldn't it be nice to take advantage of your best years to play what you want and go to the places you want to go for a while?"
"Godfather, I don't want my time to be in blocks. I want it to be fragmented, combining work and leisure. I want to take some time off every year to go on vacation and not be too busy."
"You are not the center of the world. The world does not revolve around you. Once you start working, your time may not be arranged by you. What if you want to take a break this month, but there is a big market or a big project is in progress?"
Fan Hongdou smiled and said, "Godfather, I don't have high requirements for vacation. I don't need a lot of time for a vacation. Besides, I don't have a fixed time for vacation. I still focus on work."
Nan Yi stroked Fan Hongdou's hair and said lovingly, "Silly girl, there is no end to the work. Godfather has laid the foundation for you, so you don't have to rush to start working. Listen to me, you must have a gap year. If you think five years is too long, you can shorten it to three years."
Fan Hongdou pouted, "But godfather, didn't you say that the next few years will be the tail end of the golden age of business? If we miss it, it will be difficult to encounter such an opportunity again. I don't want to miss it."
"Haha, the golden age is for entrepreneurs without a foundation. For you, any time is the golden age. For us, we can enter many industries at any time."
“The power of capital?”
"It should be said that it is the power accumulated by capital. Godfather has been accumulating strength and has accumulated a lot of strength. You, standing on Godfather's shoulders, can climb the mountain that most people cannot reach in a shorter time."
"But I want to climb a mountain higher than the one I should reach. Even if it's not Mount Everest, it must be Mount K2," Fan Hongdou said with full fighting spirit.
"Heh, your goal is not small, little girl. But your analogy is wrong. Mount K2 is harder to climb than Mount Everest."
"Really?" Fan Hongdou asked suspiciously.
"Yes, climbing the peak is what godfather wants to do after retirement. When I have free time, I have been studying the peaks in the world." Nan Yi turned around and looked into Fan Hongdou's eyes, "Hongdou, your life is your own, and you have to make your own decisions.
The gap year is only because Godfather never had one, so I want you and Ruo Yin to have one. It is of course your own decision whether to have one or not. I just hope you think it over carefully and don’t wait until the future to regret it.”
"Yeah." Fan Hongdou nodded heavily. "Godfather, I know. In fact, the past few years in college can be regarded as a gap year. Ruoyin and I often fly around. We go hunting, see waterfalls, camp, and attend fashion shows, concerts, and autograph sessions. I've been to them all."
"Uh-huh, when do you plan on going back to New York?"
"I want to stay for two more days to accompany my mother and sister."
"Then we won't hurry."
"Godfather, are you in a hurry to go back to Xiangkeng?" Fan Hongdou said, holding Nan Yi's arm.
"It's a bit urgent. I have to fly to Fengtian the day after tomorrow. I need to spend some time with your sister."
"Oh, godfather, there's a new Jiahua shopping mall opened. Would you mind going shopping with me?" Fan Hongdou said coquettishly.
"Okay."
After spending some time shopping in the mall with Fan Hongdou, Nan Yi was already in Xiangkeng at around four o'clock in the afternoon.
That night, Nan Yi stayed overnight at Ruan Mei's place.
In a moment of passion, Ruan Mei suddenly said, "ATV invited me to be a judge."
"Judges for what competition?" Nan Yi turned over and picked up his watch from the bedside table to wind it up.
"Don't you know that the Miss Asia contest is about to begin?"
Nan Yi was surprised and asked, "Why would ATV think of inviting you to be a judge?"
"I don't know either. Do you think I should agree to it?" Ruan Mei turned over and lay on Nan Yi. "Why don't you change to a fully automatic one? It's so troublesome to wind it up every day."
"Once you get used to it, it won't be a bother." Nan Yi wound up his watch and put it back on the bedside table. He stretched out his hand and hugged Ruan Mei into his arms. "It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. Being a judge doesn't mean much. It's just a different form of performance."
"I know. ATV invites judges to make the show look more exciting. The Miss Asia title is not decided by the judges."
Nan Yi said seriously, "I know you are a person who wants to show off. It's a bit difficult for you to go out at night in fine clothes. There is always a little person in your heart saying: Sister, sister, you have such a good life, you must go out and show off, let everyone know that you are living a good life. No matter how good the wine, the wine and the meat are, they are not as good as flattery."
Ruan Mei knocked Nan Yi's chest with her fist and said angrily, "Hate it, why do you say that to me?"
"Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"snort!"
"Haha." Nan Yi smiled and said, "Go if you want to. You can show off, but try not to get into a fight. It's not worth it to make enemies with others just to show off. Tomorrow I'll have someone send some raw diamonds and jadeite over. You can make them into jewelry. How can you walk around in the martial arts world without a few decent pieces of clothing?"
Ruan Mei looked at Nan Yi suspiciously, "Are you crazy?"
"You're the one who's going crazy. Don't really think I'm a stingy person. I just think that the relationship between people should be heart-to-heart. Once material things are mixed in, it becomes distorted. You and I are heart-to-heart. It's not good to be too materialistic."
Ruan Mei said with a smile: "You can only keep these words to fool ghosts, you stingy ghost."
"Tsk, you look down on me." Nan Yi turned around and pretended to be angry.
"Haha, little boy, you have become a little man."
"Yes, I am a little man. Now I am angry. If you don't comfort me quickly, I will cry."
"Hahaha, you're crying."
The two of them quarreled together, and then the temperature in the bedroom slowly rose, and the passion burned again...
On the Harvard campus, Megan Morgan walked up to Nan Ruoyin who was studying in a cafe and said, "Hey, Rachel, have you seen that ad?"
Nan Ruoyin raised her head and asked, "What?"
"An advertisement for exchanging Pepsi points for Harrier fighter jets." Megan sat down opposite Nan Ruoyin, lifted the book in front of Nan Ruoyin, and glanced at the cover. "Wow, 'Essentials of Pure Political Economy'. Rachel, do you want to be a professor?"
Nan Ruoyin glanced at Megan, "Why not? Back to the advertisement, what do you think?"
"Pepsi Cola says in its advertisement that 7 million points can be exchanged for a Harrier fighter jet. I calculated that we only need to buy 17 million bottles of Coke to get 7 million points. Not only can we buy Coke ourselves to earn points, but we can also buy points from others. The whole plan will cost about 8 million US dollars. The Harrier fighter jet is sold for 28 million US dollars." Megan whistled, "20 million US dollars in profit, how about it, do you want to participate?"
Nan Ruoyin closed the book, looked at Megan, and said seriously: "Megan, do you think Pepsi will really exchange a fighter jet for us?"
"No, they will say the ad is just a joke." Megan spread her hands, "We need to take Pepsi to court, and we will definitely lose the case. The court will order Pepsi to give us compensation equivalent to the cost of the project."
"So?"
Megan pointed at herself, "Me, Morgan, you, Taylor, what do you think?"
Nan Ruoyin rolled her eyes at Megan, “Nan, Rachel Nan.”
"I know, you know what I mean."
Nan Ruoyin leaned back in her chair and said with a half-smile, "Megan, do you remember we had a meeting two nights ago?"
"certainly."
"So, you want to cause trouble for a company we're about to buy shares in?"
Megan shrugged. "Conflict? If the stock price goes down, our profit margins will be greater."
"uh-huh?"
Nan Ruoyin stared at Megan's face, as if she wanted to expose her. Based on her judgment of Megan, she thought that she was a little fox. How could she not know that it was not right to force a large company to give up benefits in the name of her family? This might be a test from her.
Megan and Nan Ruoyin looked at each other for a while, then spread their hands, "OK, just pretend I didn't say anything. Lisa is having a cocktail party tonight, do you want to go?"
"Are there any men?"
"No, only members of the sisterhood."
"I will attend."
"OK, nerd, you continue reading, I'm going to the volleyball game." Megan stood up, straightened her chair, waved at Nan Ruoyin, and left.
Nan Ruoyin was stunned for a moment, then opened the closed book and continued reading.
Unexpectedly, today was quite lively. Nan Ruoyin had just read a page of the book when another person sat down in the seat where Megan had just sat, and it was a boy.
"Hey Rachel, how about being my girlfriend?"
Nan Ruoyin said without even looking up: "Jeremy, stay away from me. You can drive your Ferrari to pick up girls somewhere else."
The boy named Jeremy looked annoyed and said, "Why? Why can't you accept me?"
Nan Ruoyin raised her head, frowned and said with disgust: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
"Yes."
"It's simple. I don't want to be on the dole."
"So, you think I'm a loser?"
"You don't need to be so direct. You can use a more euphemistic word, such as mediocre."
"F..."
Jeremy was about to say something dirty when Nan Ruoyin stopped him, "Jeremy, please keep your composure. The F512-M is a limited edition. With this car, you can easily pick up girls. Have a nice day. Bye."
Nan Ruoyin's soft rejection made Jeremy very uncomfortable, but he couldn't vent his anger. Nan Ruoyin was an important member of the sorority and was usually close to Megan Morgan, Stephanie Mellon, and Lisa DuPont. If Morgan and Mellon were not very pointed, DuPont was clearly the one.
Jeremy knew very well that his family's strength was not enough to resist the warning from the Turkish plane, not to mention the other three families. He sat there for a while in displeasure, and after weighing the pros and cons , he left in disgrace.
"You're not that stupid. If you keep pestering me, you won't even have a chance to get relief, let alone a Ferrari." Nan Ruoyin muttered, took a sip of coffee, and lowered her head to continue reading.
About an hour later, another person sat down opposite Nan Ruoyin. This time it was not the harasser, but the assistant she was waiting for, Emman Roland.
Emman Roland placed a stack of information in front of Nan Ruoyin, "Rachel, information on biotech companies listed on the New York Stock Exchange."
Nan Ruoyin glanced at the information, closed the book and put it in her bag, "Eman, let's go to another place."
The two of them carried the documents to a quiet patch of grass on campus and sat down on the ground. Nan Ruoyin picked up the documents and began to read through them.
"Rachel, Internet technology is quite popular now. Everyone is paying attention to Internet stocks and technology stocks, and the Nasdaq. Why do you want to pay attention to biotechnology ?"
Nan Ruoyin said casually: "Clone."
"What?"
"Several biotech companies have made major breakthroughs in cloning technology. It won't be long before the news is announced."
Emman Roland's eyes lit up. "So, you have encountered a good opportunity again?"
Nan Ruoyin looked at Eman Roland and said sincerely: "Eman, it's not me, it's us. We are a whole. You have a share of my profits."
"Yeah." Emman Rolland responded happily.
"Help me look through and screen out the companies involved in cloning technology research."
"OK." Erman Roland picked up a document and said as he flipped through it, "When are we going to Netscape?"
"The day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Netscape has already gone public, which is its first public offering. Those who buy shares at this time are called cornerstone investors, and the shares they get can only be sold after half a year (not absolute, it may be one or two years).
"Internet companies went public too quickly. Netscape's first product, Mosaic Netscape 0.9, had only been released for less than a year, and the company had only been established for more than a year," said Erman Rolland with emotion.
"This is the charm of Nasdaq, Eman, congratulations, you will soon become a multi-millionaire." Nan Ruoyin smiled slightly.
Emman Rolland raised his hands and cheered: "Long live Nasdaq, long live NYSE, long live the American Stock Exchange."
"Ahaha, you forgot to thank the London Stock Exchange."
Looking at the excited Emman Rolland, Nan Ruoyin thought about the way of sharing that Nan Yi had told her - a gentleman values ​​others and devalues ​​himself, and puts others first and himself second.
Thoughtfully, Nan Ruoyin and Emman Roland quickly screened out the company information related to cloning technology, and then the two of them studied the screened information. Nan Ruoyin made phone calls from time to time to confirm some information.
After reading the information, Nan Ruoyin asked, " When was the last month that the Federal Reserve raised interest rates?"
Emman Rolland: “February.”
"What about last time?"
Emman Rolland: "Last November."
Nan Ruoyin then asked: "From February 1994 to February this year, the Federal Reserve raised interest rates by a total of 300BP. What impact did this have on the US economy?"