During the day, relatives from both sides, upon learning of the successful delivery, also called to congratulate, and some who lived nearby had already rushed to the hospital to visit.
Zhang Xupeng's parents also came to visit during their lunch break.
As the family was immersed in joy, Zhang Xupeng's call came in.
The final payments for the two orders had arrived!
The final payments for the two orders totaled 64,500 US dollars, arriving last night and this morning respectively, completing the transaction for the first order.
Converted to RMB, it was 530,000 yuan, which thrilled Zhang Xupeng.
"Xiao Tan, are we already making money?"
"Yes, we're making money. Have you thought about how to spend it?"
"Ah-ha, I haven't thought about it. Didn't you say we wouldn't distribute dividends this year?"
"No dividends, but we can issue salaries. Have the accountant prepare the payroll as soon as possible and transfer the salary to me. I'm waiting to spend money."
"Oh right, but what money do you need to spend? Has your sister been born?"
"Yes, born this morning. Your parents just came to see her and left a little while ago."
Of course, the birth of a sister wouldn't cost much.
Gifts had already been bought.
Tan Jincheng had another purpose for issuing salaries to both himself and Zhang Xupeng, besides reasonable tax avoidance.
That was to invest in Kweichow Moutai stock through regular fixed investments, allocating 20,000 yuan each month to buy Kweichow Moutai shares.
While idle at home these past few days, Tan Jincheng would also check Kweichow Moutai's stock price.
For some unknown reason, Kweichow Moutai's stock price had been falling every day this month.
From nearly 40 yuan previously, it had fallen to over 36 yuan, but in the past two days, it had risen slightly, returning above 37 yuan.
Tan Jincheng didn't know why it was falling and couldn't be bothered to care; it would be best if it fell every day.
Calculated at a stock price of 40 yuan, 20,000 yuan could buy 500 shares through fixed monthly investments.
Buying a few hundred shares each month while the stock price was cheap was more cost-effective than investing in a house.
From a stock price of 40 yuan to 2000 yuan, plus dividends, that would be more than 50 times, an excellent appreciation capability.
20,000 yuan, whether now or in the future, couldn't buy a house; but with 20,000 yuan, there could still be a way to buy a house.
Although he hadn't been trading stocks for long, Tan Jincheng still knew about the big bull market between 2006 and 2007, followed by the financial crisis in 2008, and then some plasticizer scandal involving baijiu.
It didn't matter if he couldn't remember many stocks; just remembering the changes in major trends at key time points was enough.
Stock trading with a cheat was that simple!
On December 1st, Zhang Suzhi was discharged from the hospital.
Obstetric beds were always quite scarce.
If it weren't for her being an older mother and having some connections, she wouldn't have been allowed to stay this long.
For some natural births, as long as the baby was fine, the mother would be discharged the same day.
In those days, there were no postpartum confinement centers.
Everyone went home for postpartum confinement.
Those with better conditions hired a nanny, while those with average conditions usually relied on their mother-in-law and their own mother for care.
Tan Jincheng wanted to hire a nanny.
However, the two old ladies were unwilling.
After taking care of so many daughters-in-law during their confinement, why would they need a nanny?
Wouldn't that be an insult to them?
As a junior, Tan Jincheng dared not say anything.
Well, it was the same in his previous life, so if they didn't want one, then don't.
It wasn't a big deal.
In Yicheng, there was a ceremony after a child's birth called "Da Sanchao," similar to a full-moon celebration.
However, many rural relatives were working away from home at this time, so it had to be postponed until after the New Year.
Ten days had passed since Tan Jincheng returned, and constantly staying at home wasn't ideal.
Just after the discharge, the house was also too crowded, so Tan Jincheng decided to get his driver's license as soon as possible and return to Beicang for work.
He had been practicing driving for over a week, and the instructor said there were no issues, so Tan Lihua couldn't insist any longer.
Actually, he was mainly annoyed.
His son was now very opinionated, talking about postpartum recovery in great detail, which made him, the old father, lose face.
Besides, with a daughter now, the son was no longer important; it was good for him to leave early.
The next day, Tan Jincheng, who had slept on the living room floor for a night, contacted his instructor after getting his father's permission and began preparing for the exam.
The instructor readily agreed, telling Tan Jincheng to go directly for the exam this Saturday, and he would arrange everything else.
This Saturday, a group of students would be taking the exam together.
Today was only Thursday; he still had to wait two more days!
Tan Jincheng, with nothing to do at home, decided to go open a securities account, as his salary would also be issued in the next two days.
"Mom, I'm going out; I have something to take care of."
Shouting into the room, Tan Jincheng ran off.
He couldn't say he was going to open a securities account, as in the eyes of elders, stock trading was no different from gambling.
It was strange; if you lost money in business or entrepreneurship, everyone would advise you, and even comfort you that there would be a chance to rise again in the future.
But if you said you lost money in stocks, you would only be labeled "idiot."
Securities companies in 2004 were still quite grand.
Opening an account at the counter in the securities hall felt somewhat like conducting business at a bank.
From a later perspective, the procedures were indeed a bit cumbersome.
Small cities lacked a service-oriented mindset, and business staff were often arrogant.
Of course, if you were a major investor, it would be a different situation.
Shareholder account card, capital account card, trading card—Tan Jincheng had never seen these things before and spent a long time getting them sorted out.
After completing the procedures, Tan Jincheng was not in a hurry to leave.
He wanted to observe firsthand how stock investors traded in that era.
The next day, Tan Jincheng came again, and the money had already been transferred into the account.
You know, trading stocks in those days was quite interesting.
Unlike later generations where one could trade anytime, anywhere, online commissioned trading was possible back then, but most people didn't have the means.
In the securities hall, there were rows of chairs and a large screen, a layout similar to later high-speed rail stations.
Usually, to check stock prices, one would stare at the large screen, which only displayed some simple information.
Things like K-line charts and technical indicators, common in later times, couldn't be displayed.
As for operations, they were also done in the hall.
In the hall, there were rows of computers.
One would swipe a trading card to activate the machine to buy and sell stocks.
The most bizarre thing was that there were also time restrictions on trading.
Even so, these computers still had to be "grabbed" if one wanted to operate them.
The bustling hall was mainly filled with elderly men and women, and arguments would occasionally break out.
After two days, Tan Jincheng couldn't help but exclaim,
"What an eye-opener! To not lose money trading like this, they must be truly lucky."
Knowing nothing, just staring at a few strings of numbers on the screen, and having to scramble for a few dilapidated computers—this was truly "cutting leeks"!
They just happened to catch up with the times; in later generations, they would lose everything, down to their underwear.
And to fool these retail investors, securities companies even ran night schools to teach newcomers how to operate.
Can you believe it?
Today, Tan Jincheng also managed to grab a computer and experienced trading for the first time.
He bought 500 shares of Kweichow Moutai at an average transaction price of 36.80 yuan.
Kweichow Moutai's closing price today was 36.74 yuan.
With a three-per-mille commission fee and expensive stamp duty, the round trip lost Li Jinglan's entire day's salary!
Luckily, he had memories from the future.
If he traded stocks like the elderly men and women in the hall, he'd lose all his money, no matter how many clothes he sold.
"After rebirth, I'll start a business to make money and cover my positions!" All buffs stacked, right?
After witnessing such crude trading methods in those days, Tan Jincheng decided not to tell anyone about buying stocks; he couldn't afford to lose face.
"Even dogs wouldn't touch this stuff!"
(End of Chapter)
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