Chapter 267: The Middle‑Aged Taxi Driver Trapped by Stocks

Boss, there's a guy named Xue Jiachen looking for you, saying he was introduced by General Manager Ye from Xingcheng.

Have him wait in the office for a moment; I'll come over right away.

Chen Yang had originally planned to sell his Xingcheng Heavy Industry stocks at Wednesday's opening, but he didn't expect Xue Jiachen's arrival to disrupt his plans.

This person was carefully selected by Yexin to come over, and is specifically here to help him share the pig farm management work as a tool person. Making them wait too long is a bit impolite.

Chen Yang called Su Mingyue.

Su Mingyue, are you at home or out?

I'm at home. I've been researching Hong Kong and US stocks lately. Anything up?

In a bit, help me dump all my Xingcheng Heavy Industry stocks. I have something to go out and handle.

Sure.

Also, if China Software's stock hits the limit down today, could you help me buy 100,000 lots?

Sure.

Thanks for the trouble. I'll give you a dividend later.

No need; talking about money between us would be pointless.

……

Chen Yang felt Su Mingyue's words were odd. What else could they talk about if not money……

However, he was in a rush to leave, so he didn't ask further.

After going downstairs, Chen Yang directly hailed a taxi to Old Citizen Meat Industry Limited Company.

His car has now become Ou Yangsheng's dedicated vehicle. That guy went to the county town to run errands today and won't be back for a few days.

Shen Anna over there has already bought a new car, but Chen Yang currently doesn't have time to go to Xingcheng and bring it back.

The taxi driver is a roughly forty-year-old middle-aged uncle. He looks busy, talking on the phone while driving.

"Brother Jun, help me buy five lots of Xingcheng Heavy Industry later. According to the stock‑trading expert in our compound, this stock has big capital backing it up. If we can get in, it's a sure profit."

"Old Ginger, you won't have been fooled, will you? I saw this stock hit the limit up yesterday. Chasing a high‑price stock isn't very wise!"

"Brother Jun, can my neighbor fool me? If so, do we even want to see each other again?"

"Fine, as long as you don't regret it."

"Don't worry, there's definitely money to be made."

"All right, I'll buy some too."

Chen Yang checked his phone and saw only five minutes left until the opening auction, so he told the driver: "Sir, Xingcheng Heavy Industry's stock already hit the limit up yesterday. If we chase the price today, the chance of getting trapped is high. Making money driving isn't easy; there's no need to take that risk."

The middle‑aged uncle glanced at Chen Yang and smiled: "Kid, my neighbor is a stock‑trading expert with ten years of experience. I don't believe his advice—should I believe yours, a fresh‑out‑of‑school rookie?"

Chen Yang smiled and said nothing more.

The middle‑aged uncle, however, was a chatterbox. Upon hearing Chen Yang was headed to Old Citizen Meat Industry Limited Company, he immediately perked up and opened his chatterbox.

"Kid, are you also an employee of Old Citizen Meat Industry Company?"

"Pretty much!"

"Your luck's not bad! I heard your company was about to go under, but after being bought out it suddenly leapt like a carp over the dragon gate. In just a few months it's become a well‑known star enterprise in Qingshui City. Now lots of people try to pull strings to get in, but they can't."

"The company's new factory buildings aren't finished yet, so maybe they won't be hiring for a while!"

"So the construction site next to your company is building the new factory, huh? Do you know when they'll start hiring again?"

"If they do hire, they'll probably post the recruitment notice at the company gate."

"Kid, that's not realistic! Old Citizen Meat Industry Limited Company is now the city's hot commodity—outsiders with no connections can't get in. How could they possibly post a recruitment notice for the public?"

"The workers' wages in the production workshop aren't high, and the hours are long. Who would pull strings to get a job like that?"

"Hehe, kid, you're missing the point! Qingshui City has over ten thousand laid‑off workers with nowhere for the government to place them. Nowadays, whenever a private company is willing to hire, everyone scrambles to get in."

"Besides, I heard your company's ordinary workers earn six hundred yuan a month plus various subsidies. That beats the pay of city‑owned enterprises!"

"Six hundred yuan a month isn't that high either. If you went to work in an electronics factory in the south, you could earn over a thousand a month."

"Kid, you just don't get it. Even if you could earn over a thousand in the south, after subtracting food, lodging, clothing and daily expenses, how much would be left? In Qingshui City, making six hundred a month lets you save at least four hundred."

"Moreover, your company offers car and meal allowances, and hands out sausages on weekends. Factoring those in, saving five hundred a month is no problem."

Chen Yang smiled without speaking. This middle‑aged driver uncle is clearly someone who knows how to make a living. It's just that his horizons are a bit narrow—he actually thinks following a stock‑expert's advice can make money.

People who have the ability to make money—how many of them would waste their energy teaching others to trade stocks? Isn't quietly getting rich better?

The chat time flew by, and before they knew it they'd arrived at the gate of Old Citizen Meat Industry Limited Company.

"Kid, taxis aren't allowed inside the factory; I can only drop you off at the gate."

"No problem." Chen Yang was about to pay when the guardroom's Chun Ye quickly swung the gate open.

"Boss, hurry in! Factory Director Song has been waiting for you a long time."

The middle‑aged driver stared at Chen Yang in surprise. He never imagined the boss of Old Citizen Meat Industry Limited Company would commute by taxi, and be so young!

"Forget it, I'll walk in!" Chen Yang heard that taxis aren't allowed inside the company and didn't want to make an exception. He paid the fare, then got out of the car himself.

Chun Ye also didn't expect Chen Yang to come by taxi, and with a dissatisfied face said: "Boss, you shouldn't indulge your subordinates like that—especially Ou Yangsheng, that little punk. He drives his own car to go pick up girls, while you, the boss, take a taxi to work. That's totally out of line."

"No problem." Chen Yang laughed: "I made a bet with him—if Old Citizen sausage becomes the top‑selling sausage in Qingshui City, that car is his. I have to accept the loss."

"Ah, I see!" Chun Ye suddenly realized, then added with a hint of regret: "Boss, you're too careless. How could you gamble away such an expensive car…"

"It doesn't matter!" Chen Yang said lightly: "As long as we can get the company's performance going, a car is nothing."

Chun Ye gave Chen Yang a thumbs‑up. For their company, this young boss truly is willing to sacrifice.

But after Chen Yang walked through the company gates, the still‑dazed taxi driver's phone suddenly rang.

"Old Ginger, your damn expert really screws people over! I just bought Xingcheng Heavy Industry stock five points above the market, hadn't even had a sip of water, and the price started dropping right away. In just five minutes it's already fallen five points!!!"

The middle‑aged driver angrily slammed the steering wheel. He remembered Chen Yang advising him in the car not to buy Xingcheng Heavy Industry stock, and he had mocked him for it……