Wow! Boss, you're amazing!" He Daixuan looked at the signatures in her hand. She hadn't expected to get three signatures in a buy-one-get-two deal, and all of them were heavyweights.
"Boss, how did you do it!" He Zhengping asked.
"It's simple. You just need to be able to write a few good songs, or achieve something impressive!" He Zhengcheng replied.
"Boss, what big thing did you do?" He Zhengping pressed.
"Nothing much. You'll know soon enough." He Zhengcheng demurred.
"Boss, tell us!" He Daixuan quickly came over, shaking He Zhengcheng's arm.
"I'm so tired, my back aches…" He Zhengcheng groaned.
"I'll massage it for you!" He Daixuan quickly understood.
"Mm, comfortable! Here, yes, here…" He Zhengcheng instructed.
"That's enough, stop bullying your sister!" Mother He interjected.
"Alright, fine then!" He Zhengcheng nodded helplessly.
"Get me my guitar!" If he couldn't bully his sister, he could at least order his brother around.
Afterward, at home, he sang the three songs he had sold to Zhang Guorong: "I Am Who I Am," "Wukong," and "Young Master Goes North." He hadn't been paid much, only tens of thousands.
This was given by Zhang Guorong because He Zhengcheng was making a donation. The money didn't even reach his hands; he directly signed a contract, allowing them to donate it on his behalf to Daxia Country.
As for the channel of donation, perhaps it was Tung Wah Group of Hospitals.
After the three songs, disregarding his sister's request to learn to sing them, He Zhengcheng returned to his room to organize his memories and information about Long-Term Capital Management.
To be honest, everything he could remember he had already said. This time, he was just writing down what he had said in a more organized way.
Xu Xin called him this afternoon, saying that Lv Lang would cooperate with him, and that if he wanted to short the Hang Seng Index tomorrow, he should go to Cao Yang's studio.
To quickly complete and publish his paper, he did not refuse.
Recalling his worries from that day now, he found them a bit laughable.
Different people have different speaking power. Despite the strength of Nobel laureate in economics, Robert Shiller, his book "Irrational Exuberance" predicted the internet bubble crisis years in advance, verifying human greed. Yet, before the internet bubble, Professor Robert Shiller was still unknown.
There are certainly many geniuses in this world; it's just that some people, due to difficulty in gathering enough information, struggle to make correct judgments, and thus their talents remain unrevealed.
What Zhou Shi said that day was like lighting a path in the fog, pointing the way forward. However, the one who rushes out of the fog fastest isn't necessarily him. There are always exceptionally talented people stronger than him, and he no longer needs to be responsible for other matters.
Prove yourself, make yourself valuable, otherwise, you won't even face danger!
"Handwriting is too slow!" He Zhengcheng thought. He had previously handwritten mainly for secrecy. This time, it was for others to read, and the other party also had a computer, so perhaps typing would be better! He walked out of the room and saw He Zhengping playing games on the computer. Just as he was about to kick him off, he suddenly thought of something. After stopping, he thought again, but had no impression.
"Stop playing games, let me use it." He Zhengcheng said.
"Oh, wait a moment." He Zhengping was playing Warcraft II.
He remembered this game; it seemed he had played it for a long time in his previous life. Oh, no, he played Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne.
"Done!" He Zhengping said. Originally, the computer was bought for studying, but historical inertia remained unchanged, and most people turned computers into tools for entertainment and leisure.
Just like the internet, it is the best tool for ordinary people to break through class barriers, but most people use the internet to kill time, including those who are writing and reading novels.
Sitting in front of the computer desk, looking at the CRT monitor, he couldn't help but show a look of disdain. What is this? Where is my 32-inch large screen monitor?
Alas, returning to the past, I'll just silently endure it, all these inconveniences. Although it's only been less than ten days, I have to endure life without takeout, without Bilibili, without Douyin, without WeChat and Alipay, and now I don't even have a decent computer.
Looking at the rudimentary Office 97, it was truly ugly.
Fortunately, he didn't care about appearance; he had higher demands for substance. Just typing, Office could meet his requirements; it wasn't PowerPoint, which would be torture.
But what's with this input method? Cangjie, Quick! Oh my goodness. Well, I have this memory, it's okay, no problem, but why... Snowflakes fluttering, north wind whistling,
The world is a vast expanse,
A sprig of winter plum stands proudly in the snow...
He Zhengcheng typed with tears in his eyes, but at least it was faster than handwriting. So, using a computer is still better, even though it's a bit troublesome and he can't look up information without internet.
But compared to handwriting, it was much more comfortable: so good!
He Zhengcheng had actually learned C language programming, but unfortunately, he didn't have the talent for it. He only learned it; there was a huge gap between him and an expert. Duan Chao had also learned Python web scraping, the purpose of which was, hehe, you know... It's not what you think, for work and study, documents, PPTs, Python is used for everything. It's really not for scraping pictures of girls, believe me... Should I make a QQ myself? As he typed, his thoughts soared to the vast skies. Uh, it seems a bit difficult; anyway, he was somewhat out of sync.
Long-Term Capital Management, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to target you. You should know that if you were allowed to drag on, and the market economic order returned to normal, you would immediately get out of trouble, and then you might even make a lot of money.
Now, he could only play a timing game, exposing the matter in advance, accelerating the loss process, and exaggerating the harm caused by LTCM's bankruptcy to create panic among the public, forcing Wall Street banks to recall overseas funds.
So there's no need to dwell on whether LTCM will go bankrupt or how much impact it will have on Wall Street; that's not the most important thing.
As long as there is this possibility, and the public knows and believes in this possibility, a large group of people, whether they know the truth or not, will be forced to make a choice.
Research in social psychology tells us that when facing public events, the most important thing is not to pursue the truth, but to get a reasonable explanation.
Mark Zuckerberg's Facebook was questioned by Congress over privacy leaks, and later everyone watched it as entertainment news, observing Mark Zuckerberg's suit and tie and noting the changes in his speaking style.
A financial news story, with a sudden shift in tone, transformed into entertainment news.
The truth is not the most important thing; rather, one should look at who benefits most from the formation of this event, and who has the ability to do this and make everyone aware of it.
This is like when negative news breaks in the entertainment industry; to understand it more deeply, one should see if there are other negative news stories coming out at the same time, or check if the protagonist of the negative news and his/her competitors have movies or TV series about to be released.
One must know that even paparazzi are in it for profit. For the same scandal, selling it to the same/different people at different times yields different profits for the paparazzi.
The information He Zhengcheng was writing at this time also focused on exaggerating the facts and the negative impact of this event... Time slowly passed, and it was almost twelve o'clock, time to sleep. He Zhengcheng also planned to copy the files, shut down the computer, and go to bed.
"Where's my USB drive? Wait, do I even have a USB drive?" He Zhengcheng was speechless. Duan Chao had USB drives; even if his phone had 128GB of storage and Baidu Cloud had 2TB of capacity, he still liked to keep one or two USB drives just in case.
But, but I don't have a USB drive now?
"No, what is a USB drive?" He Zhengcheng's thoughts came out.
"Surely there aren't no USB drives yet!"
"Did I do all this useless work today?" He Zhengcheng was very annoyed.
"Uh, you have a floppy disk…"
He Zhengcheng almost got confused. A floppy disk is a floppy disk, he'd make do with it!