The Self-Redemption of the Stock Market Master

This stock broke through upwards and had a good trend. Less than 10 minutes after buying it, it was hit almost to the limit in a flash. It is obviously a good thing, but it is used by the dealers to ship goods. The violence of the smashing made Tang Jingwu stunned, and sweat continued to flow down his armpits. Where did the money go? Can you still live for integrity? On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, an intellectual friend of the opposite sex replied to Jing Wu. The reason for refusing to borrow money was enough to keep Jing Wu from being angry. Sympathy belongs to others, and despair belongs to him. The road to salvation in the stock market seems to be blocked by a glass door. The scary thing is not the failure, but the aftermath. There are a lot of loans that need to be repaid. The credit card has expired, the loan company has begun to collect money aggressively, and relatives and friends have begun to avoid him. The money has to be paid back, but the repayment plan seems to be longer, which is more than just hard work. "Stop it now, it's still too late. I want the old life without having to worry about it all day long." Jing Wu's wife Zhang Pinmei begged. She couldn't borrow any more money from President Wang. If she knew that Jing Wu was using the borrowed money to speculate in stocks at work, would she "kill" him? Work, work, Jingwu is not afraid of losing his job. He doesn't want to go to work and is tired of the intrigues between people. He wants to live his own life, trade stocks, make money, and be unrestrained. "Is it so easy to make money in the stock market?" Faced with Xiao Zhenjian's questioning, Jing Wu sneered from the bottom of his heart. In a national stock market competition, I bought stocks at the daily limit for three consecutive days. During this period, the stock market fell sharply, so I was called a "stock market expert." "I blame myself for being undisciplined." Jingwu sobbed, suddenly feeling a little out of character in front of the little girl. As soon as he became the editor-in-chief of "Clothing Professional", Jingwu felt pressure and troubles. President Yu and President Wang are husband and wife, but they live in two cities separately. In Jingwu's eyes, President Yu also has a cute side to men: "Look at your editor Liu Liu, with her small body and thin legs. The oxygen beauty makes people want to get close to her." It was getting late, so the interviewee arranged accommodation. Liu Liu very much hopes that Jing Wu will live here. Jingwu picked up her bag and was ready to go out. "I can't live anymore, let him drive to pick me up." "Who is he?" Jingwu stopped, "Didn't you say you don't have a boyfriend?" The two lived together for a night, but nothing happened. Liu Liu murmured with hatred and resentment: "My sister Tao knows about this, what should she think of me?" Half asleep and half awake, I always feel the scene of Jingwu knocking on the crystal cup, and the clear sound echoing in my mind. Liuliu has a kind of contentment called happiness. Love doesn't have to be skin-to-skin contact. Love is like crystal, unburdened, clean and transparent. Pinmei received a text message: "Farewell, my lover and my good son, I feel extremely guilty for causing you trouble. I don't blame people for being indifferent, it's me who made a mess of a good life." There was an atmosphere of uneasiness in the house. Jing Wu's son Xiao Haohao cried loudly: "Dad, don't be stupid and hold on. When I am older, I can work to earn money to pay off your debts."