"Ms. Nan, do you want to buy steak?"

In front of the freezer of 365 Supermarket, TVB's location reporter put the microphone under Nan Ruoqiong's mouth.

Nan Ruoqiong smiled back, "Yes."

Location reporter: "Ms. Nan, the recent increase in vegetable prices at the market has had any impact on you?"

"Yes, I like to eat bean sprouts and cabbage sum. Now the price of each item has increased by two or three times. I can only buy less and more steak. Western food doesn't need too many side dishes." Nan Ruoqiong pointed out. He pointed to his watch and said, "In five minutes, the supermarket staff will come and put a discount label on it. It's a good deal."

The location reporter sighed: "Miss Nan, you are so thrifty."

"You should spend money carefully." Nan Ruoqiong responded still smiling.

The two talked for a few more words, and then the location reporter left to interview other customers in the supermarket.

This is a scene that happened the day before. Nan Yi saw it on the TV news after returning to Xiangguan from Omen.

"Would Ruoqiong be using too much force in her performance? Everyone in Xianghuan knows that she is a rich person."

"There is no conflict between being rich and being frugal. This girl Ruoqiong is not acting, she is just a person who knows how to spend money." Nan Yi pointed to the TV screen, "The hair tie on the head is a bit deliberate. It sells for 50 cents each in the women's street. Bar?"

"Are you doing it on purpose?" Zhao Shixian asked suspiciously, "I also bought my hair tie from a stall. It's very cheap."

"You only use it at home and don't wear it when going out."

"I don't tie my hair when I go out."

"Oh, Ruoqi, why don't you watch TV?"

"Today's London Gold Market is going up. She is doing data analysis in her study."

Nan Yi frowned slightly, "Do you still want her to take over your class?"

"Isn't it bad?"

"The Nan family is short of an artist."

"The Zhao family needs financial talents." Zhao Shixian retorted not to be outdone.

"Do you like Ruoqi?"

"Jiatong likes it very much."

"You're so aggressive, do you want to fight?"

"Come on, I am Kaizi, the handsome Nan who is the leader of Deep Water Bay." Zhao Shixian said provocatively.

"Hey, I am the smiling tiger of the New Territories."

The two had a verbal spat for a while, and Nan Yi asked the servant to warm a glass of milk, and he took it to Nan Ruoqi's study.

After knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, Nan Yi put the milk on the desk, stood on the side of the chair and took a look at the multi-screen operating platform, "Did you gain anything?"

Nan Ruoqi picked up the milk and took a sip, "Dad, the United States is sending more troops to Iraq."

Nan Yi smiled lightly and said: "Did you disconnect from the Internet in the past two months? What you are talking about is not news, it can barely be regarded as history."

Nan Ruoqi noncommittally mentioned another piece of old news: "The King of Jordan warned that the Middle East will face three civil wars in 2007."

"Haha, Zhi, your mommy said you were analyzing gold data, why are you talking about oil?"

Nan Ruoqi turned around and widened her eyes, "Dad, don't you know that the oil and gold markets are linked?"

"Although your father is not good at finance, he still knows basic knowledge. Has your mother shown you her operating records in 1987, 1997, and 1998?"

"I've seen it, there's nothing magical about it. If you buy gold before the economic crisis breaks out, when the economic crisis breaks out, funds invested in other financial fields will flood into the gold market. Central banks in various countries will also increase their reserves, and the price of gold will naturally rise."

Nan Yi touched Nan Ruoqi's head and said, "Finance is so simple. The difficulty lies in how to grasp the correct information quickly. Our family has people in all the big oil-producing countries to collect information, and the intelligence work is meticulous. We know clearly that a certain worker in a certain oil well did not go to work on a certain day.

So, although my father doesn’t know much about finance, he can predict the rise and fall of oil prices in the future, but he can’t analyze the real-time trend of oil prices.”

"Dad, do you think crude oil will skyrocket this year?"

"Yes." Nan Yi said categorically: "The world is not peaceful. Iran and North Korea both have nuclear crises. Iraq and Afghanistan are not peaceful either. The deteriorating domestic security situation in the two countries has always attracted the attention of the international community. At the same time, there is criticism of the United States.

It has never stopped. This situation will continue for a long time until the two governments in power cannot completely and effectively control the domestic security situation.

There are also PKK forces in northern Iraq. Turkey regards them as terrorists. According to Turkey's always tough attitude, it is likely to send troops across the border to attack.

These are all good news for crude oil and gold. If there is any disturbance, their prices will rise. If they are superimposed, the prices will go up even more.

This is the international situation, and there is also the relationship between supply and demand. You can check this data yourself, mainly in North America and Asia. More directly, the demand growth in our country, crude oil and gold demand can be checked."

Nan Ruoqi said thoughtfully: "Has India's gold demand increased this year?"

Nan Yi took out a pen from the pen holder on the table, took a sticky note, and wrote a phone number on it, "This is your brother's number on New Year's Day. You can call him. Your other brother is engaged in gold.

Trade is not suitable for direct contact because it is easy to cause misunderstandings with New Delhi."

Nan Ruoqi smiled, "Smuggling trade?"

"No, it's just a trading method that cannot be left in the sun." Nanyi didn't want to continue the topic, so he took out his mobile phone and logged into online banking for a few operations. "I transferred 100 million Hong Kong dollars to you, and we earned half of it."

"What's the loss?"

"Spank."

Nan Ruoqi stuck out her tongue and said: "The fund management fee is 15%. The management fee is collected first and then divided into shares."

"Who gave you the courage to charge such a high point?" Nan Yi pretended to glare, "5%, don't let me cancel the transfer immediately."

"Deal, give five." Nan Ruoqi raised her palms with a foxy smile.

Nan Yi stretched out his hand and asked, "Do you know Kazakh sheep?"

Nan Ruoqi shrank back and looked at Nan Yi in horror, "Dad, you don't want to say that if I lose money, you're going to beat my little butt like a Kazakh sheep's big tail, right?"

Nan Yi chuckled and said, "How clever. The daughter of Su Shi's son's son has a son named Yelu Zhu. He wrote a piece called "Ode to the Big-tailed Sheep". Recite it in advance. When you lose money, your father will whip you.

You chant the poem at the same time."

"Dad, I am your biological daughter." The little girl's eyes became watery.

"Act, continue acting..." Nan Yi shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you continue with the analysis, dad is back."

"Yeah, daddy, see you next week."

…

Nanyi flew back to Beijing that night and went to attend a real estate seminar the next day.

The process of the meeting and the content of the discussion are not important. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a meeting where everyone gathers to talk and talk. It cannot influence national decision-making in a timely manner, and it cannot provide correct guidance to real estate developers. It lasted for half a day.

, that is, everyone expressing their own opinions and a little less intense debate.

However, at the dinner party after the meeting, Li Yizheng introduced Nan Yi to other people, making him familiar with him. This was regarded as pushing him into the economic circle and informing people in the circle that there were more people like him.

This may be his biggest gain from participating in this meeting.

After the meeting, Nan Yicai read the reply from the Gunner Company that had been lying in the mailbox for a long time. According to the email, the company is currently preparing to promote a variety show script called "got talent", which was selected from a pile of scripts.

The combination was further streamlined,

"got talent, gifted, talented, the British version is 'gt talnt', the American version is 'gɑt tlnt', the continuous reading is gartaran, and the separated expression is garte -

Tarant, Tarant..." Nan Yi looked at the script instructions and chewed in his mouth. After a while, the pronunciation in his mouth changed, "Tarrant, talent? Talent show? This name sounds familiar, is it possible?

Was this program imported from a previous life?"

Nan Yi lived over a thousand years in his previous life and rarely watched variety shows or even TV. Most of his knowledge of variety shows came from a glimpse of them on certain occasions, or from accidentally seeing on the Internet, where a female companion revealed through endless chatter that

I've heard some of the names, and I have a rough idea of ​​what type of program it is, but if I ask him to name it, I'm sorry, but he really can't.

Speaking of this "talent show", he had actually heard of it. He watched it in bits and pieces for about ten minutes. It seemed to be a talent show. He didn't know the specific rules, and he didn't see the judging part at all.

Because he knew nothing about variety shows, Nan Yi read the script over and over again, but he still couldn't figure out whether the script was good or bad, and whether it would suit the appetite of domestic audiences.

Since Nan Yi didn't understand something related to money, he didn't intend to pretend to understand it. He asked Yi Zai to translate the email into Chinese, and he would polish it and send it to Gong Xue for her to make an evaluation. It would be best to give it to someone familiar with her.

The head of the TV station took a look.

Gong Xue acted very quickly, replying to the message in less than half an hour. She personally believed that something was wrong. She would wait for the senior management of the company to go through it and listen to everyone's opinions before deciding whether to contact the TV station.

Nan Yi returned to this, and took Zhang Yuquan with him, so that the apology would be in place.

In fact, thinking from his perspective, Nan Yi felt that he was still in a serious wrong. If he really wanted to be sincere, he would at least have to punish him with a whip, and it would be better to share the whip with him.

What he is doing now feels a bit like a shop owner bullying customers.

No problem, the turtle is not himself. It's okay to let him think in his shoes, but it's not possible to act in his shoes. It's not worth it. Even if it causes the whole line of the coal boss to collapse, the feathers can't be dusted.

That's it for the variety show. Nan Yi is now at leisure again, playing games, fishing, carrying hundreds of thousands of equipment, and blending into the ranks of retired old men in the park. The camera is focused on a pair of birds on the branches, clicking, clicking, dozens of birds.

A film roll is reimbursed.

In the 1980s and 1990s, digital cameras were still top-of-the-line gadgets, and Nan Yi loved to play with them. Now that the technology has matured, you can buy them for a little money. He is not happy about it anymore, and he has picked up the mechanical SLR he bought before.

, probably because it looks more individual.

In fact, Bai Xiang has never delved into photography technology at all. The point-and-shoot cameras and Polaroids in his hands will have too many functions and are just for show. Every time he opens the camera bag and reveals various brands of film, there will always be a surprise.

With eyes full of envy and jealousy, the objects bought in supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores have now become collectible antiques.

This statement can only be classified as self-deprecating. In those days, a film cost half a month's salary, but now the price is only half a day's salary. In fact, the depreciation is so severe that there is no talk of appreciation.

Not to mention, Nan Yi is not good at taking pictures of birds, but he is quite good at taking pictures of girls. When he got home and developed the photos, the birds were completely blind, but he captured the charm of the girls he captured on the road.

Well, I'm just an old pervert at heart, with some innate skills.
Chapter completed!