Zheng Zhilong is 61 years old this year. Ever since he was deposed to be a duke with only a small title left, he has been listening to operas and banquets all day long, and has never cared about anything outside.
This time it is rare to go far away, one is to see my son in Guangzhou, and the other is to watch the excitement at the stock exchange.
The clock tower struck nine o'clock, and the gate of the exchange finally opened.
Zheng Zhilong squeezed in with his entourage, and saw a few blackboards hanging in front of him, with stocks and futures written on them.
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