Speaking of which, the old Hou stopped talking, and everyone was holding back their joy and watching Zhang Jun Zhang Jun’s face, face, fever and itching, and everyone laughed again.
The clerk came holding the menu, and Lao Hou took the menu and looked at it. He said that I would have a stewed dish fish and a bottle of light Daoguang 5, and then let Zhang Jun say that you also order one.
Zhang Jun glanced at the menu and said, Fried fish with big head.
Everyone ordered a dish, followed by beef tenderloin and pepper stewed beef tendon and soft fried oysters in spring.
Kick a door and break into a person
Do you mind if I order two dishes? A beautiful woman walks in as she talks like a bell. She is in her teens and is wrapped in a pink cashmere coat. She can talk and looks at everyone with big eyes.
Wang Liping, a little older, pulled it up and said I’d like you to meet someone.
Pointing to the opposite side, Zhang Jun said that his name is Zhang Jun and he is a new member of our camp.
This is Yang Jiahui, our short-term beauty Wang Liping went on to say.
Zhang Jun looked at the beautiful woman across the street carefully, and saw that her face was white and white, her skin was soft and thin, her eyebrows were slender, her eyes were shining, her nose was small, her lips were thin, and her mouth was slightly bent with a smile. Zhang Jun had already felt her heart fluttering and was about to jump, and her young face was red and she nodded shyly.
Yang Jiahui is quite generous and happy. Hehe, ask Zhang Jun if he is a new shareholder.
Zhang Jun was confused. His right hand kept scratching the back of his head and mumbling, How do you know?
The old shareholders giggled when no one read the stock newspaper.
I want a shredded abalone with two kinds of onion, and I ordered two dishes in a bottle of big juice in Yang Jiahui.
The dining tables were quickly brought to the table. Old Hou raised his glass and said, "Let’s have a drink in great escape. Cheers!" Everyone said that they had been silent. Master Liu went on to say that I don’t think the market is over. Now it should be washing dishes.
Wang Junlai pondered for a while and said that unless the news is good tonight,
Wang Liping also said that it would be good to look at today’s decline and raise interest rates later
Yang Jiahui asked sister Wang Liping around me how much I went home at noon today.
It fell to 75 points, Wang Liping replied.
Master Liu sighed and said that he fell too hard today, as if a plane had crashed into a building.
But I still insist on my point of view. The market is not over yet. The master said it was just a sip of wine.
Zhang Jun curiously asked the experts that this wave of market is over and I don’t know if it is true.
Master Liu said contemptuously that experts, I think, are brick experts. They have to listen backwards.
Wang Junlai took it and said, I think it’s a big day. I’ll watch more if it passes 385.
Everyone nodded almost at the same time.
Zhang Jun listened carefully to every word, because he was a chick here, and everyone drank and discussed the relaxed atmosphere, and it was too fast, and it was 7 o’clock in the evening.
Wang Junlai got up and went to the camera to turn up the volume. Listen carefully.
Now, the People’s Bank of China has decided to adjust the loan interest rate by 7 percentage points from March 18th, 2007. Adjusting the benchmark interest rate will help stabilize the price, balance the economy, optimize the growth structure and promote the sound and rapid development of the national economy.
Except Zhang Jun, people clapped their hands, even taciturn Cao Yuchun applauded and said that I would enter the day.
No one can run faster than you, because your surname is Cao Wang Liping.
hahaha
Zhang Jun was even more puzzled. Why did he raise interest rates and applauded? He said that raising interest rates was beneficial. Can it go up?
Zhang Jun quietly looked at everyone’s happy posture
What will the sky be like?
Section 3 Fantasies
Section 3 fantasy chapter
When Zhang Jun got home, it was very late. His home was on the second floor of the residential area. The corridor was very clean. He quietly knocked on the door. His parents had already gone to sleep. He tiptoed into his own room. The furnishings in the room were very simple. He usually went to the pen, paper and inkstone. A desk lamp cabinet was full of all kinds of nationalities. The surrounding walls were smooth and white, and the aluminum window in the north was not decorated. There was no dust. Although Zhang Jun was a junior college student, he was depressed by the depression of his addiction unit. Fortunately, his company was also a sustenance.
Zhang Jun loves reading. He has been fond of dharma since he was a child. He also posts when he has nothing to do.
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