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- Pig! Zhang Ziwen suddenly cursed in his heart, why didn't Zhang Ziwen think that he could verbally agree to send the car back and secretly find another place to store the car? Wouldn't this make his mother angry? Why is Zhang Ziwen so stupid? This is good, now my mother will not easily believe anything she says. //Visit and download the txt novel//When I think of the hate, I slap my mouth hard!
Wan Mingkui quickly obtained the data.
In the past three years, there has been no major change in the soybean planting area across the country. The annual output is around 14.5 million tons. There is no final statistics on this year¡¯s output. Based on the analysis of planting conditions and climate, it should be slightly higher than last year, but the increase in output is Very small.
In terms of price, bean prices are the highest in June and July every year, and the lowest in October and November. In March, bean prices increase significantly.
Along with these data comes two pieces of bad news. One is that the purchase price of oil plants has been lowered again, by 20 yuan per ton. Affected by this, the price of soybeans collected from the grain depot has also dropped by one cent per catty; another reason is that our soybeans are still unable to be shipped out. Both of these news were expected by Zhang Ziwen.
Although his mother was unwilling, Zhang Ziwen couldn't just watch his millions go to waste. The day after his mother finished training Zhang Ziwen, Zhang Ziwen still bit the bullet and drove to the countryside.
For five consecutive days, Zhang Ziwen traveled all over half of the Huilongjiang River. He visited many soybean farmers in the main soybean producing areas, got close to them, and tried every means to understand their views on the drop in soybean prices.
After a survey of hundreds of soybean farmers, Zhang Ziwen found that they were not panicked about the drop in soybean prices. The soybean farmers who were not well informed did not know that China had begun to import soybeans, and they did not understand the implications of imported soybeans for their country's soybean production. What are you wearing?
The vast majority of soybean farmers have only sold a small amount of soybeans to raise money for the New Year. They still have a large backlog of soybeans waiting to be sold when prices rise in March.
And Zhang Ziwen also found that the soybeans in the hands of soybean farmers are also different in quality and variety. This made Zhang Ziwen realize that if the scale cannot be increased, the quality cannot be guaranteed.
With the continuous improvement of people¡¯s living standards, the sales volume of soybean oil will continue to grow rapidly. When domestic production cannot meet the production of oil plants. More and more high-quality foreign soybeans will be imported, and then the domestic soybean planting industry will definitely be affected. I don¡¯t know if the relevant departments have noticed this at all.
well! It¡¯s no use thinking too much! Zhang Ziwen had better find a way to get over the current difficulties first before getting down to business.
When he returned home, there were still two days before New Year's Eve. Seeing Yuji helping his mother buy new year's goods, Zhang Ziwen really felt guilty. Although his mother is no longer angry with Zhang Ziwen, Zhang Ziwen can see that she does not approve of what Zhang Ziwen is currently busy with. But Zhang Ziwen had no time to pay attention to these. There are more important things waiting for Zhang Ziwen.
With the computer now able to access the Internet, Zhang Ziwen dove into his room and browsed information on foreign websites all day long, especially about agriculture and futures trading. This can be said to be a severe test for Zhang Ziwen's English proficiency. Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen has persisted in learning English and has not relaxed. He browses information with the help of reference books. It's quite manageable.
On the night of the third day of the Lunar New Year, a climate prediction in South America caught Zhang Ziwen¡¯s attention. According to the latest short-term climate forecast of the Brazilian Meteorological Service, Brazil's rainfall in February and March will be less than one-third of the same period in normal years. This means that Brazil may be facing a severe drought.
Through these days of study, Zhang Ziwen knows that the accuracy of short-term climate prediction is about 60%, and it is currently the flowering and grain-filling period of South American soybeans. A severe drought at this time will undoubtedly cause a substantial reduction in Brazilian soybean production.
Brazil is the most important soybean producer in South America and even the world. If Brazil reduces production, it will definitely affect international soybean prices.
Zhang Ziwen paid attention to the changes in c Bonan of the Chicago Board of Trade in the United States with questions.
What puzzles Zhang Ziwen is that the price of soybeans on the Chicago Board of Trade has not fluctuated significantly. The price is still hovering around 499.8 cents. The spot price during the same period also changed very little.
How is this going? Don¡¯t international speculators in the futures market see the business opportunities here? With this question, Zhang Ziwen called Xue Bingguo again for consultation. However, to Zhang Ziwen's disappointment, Xue Bingguo was not an expert in futures research. He couldn't explain this strange phenomenon. but! He has the same opinion as Zhang Ziwen on one point, that is, someone must be operating here, and the calmer it is now, the greater the movement will be in the future.
"If you can't see through it, there's no way to operate it. Besides, Zhang Ziwen has no other option at the moment but to continue to wait. Five days later, the Rust Disease Monitoring Station of the Ministry of Agriculture of Argentina?A piece of news once again aroused Zhang Ziwen's great interest. Two cases of rust fungus were discovered in Buenos Aires and Santa Fe provinces.
Rust fungus, also known as Asian rust, was first discovered in Dahe in 1902 and then spread throughout Asia. Its spread greatly reduced the yield of legume crops in Asia, so it was named Asian rust. It is mainly spread through monsoons or tropical storms, and the spores carrying the pathogen can travel as fast as 300 miles a day with the wind. Argentina's sunny climate at this time is most suitable for the spread of rust fungus.
It is no exaggeration to say that rust is a plague of legume crops, and its control is quite difficult. Even if it is controlled, the investment will greatly increase the production cost.
¡°If Zhang Ziwen could not see through the mystery when Brazil¡¯s meteorological department predicted that it was about to face a drought and did not dare to take action, now Zhang Ziwen has full confidence that soybean prices will definitely skyrocket.
Zhang Ziwen no longer hesitated and drove directly to Hua.
"Uncle Wan! How many soybeans have been sent out now?" In the past few days, with Wan Mingkui's hard work, several columns of soybeans have been sent out. Although the amount is not large, it is better than nothing!
"Including those shipped before the holiday, 4,000 tons have been shipped." He sighed and blamed himself: "Oh! Now I can only earn 30 yuan per ton, and I have lost 150 yuan in just one month! But there are still 31,000 tons that have not been shipped, and the price of beans is still falling. If we ship again in the future, we may have to lose money, and you blame me!"
"Don't say that. No one can say how the price of beans will change in the future. It's a blessing in disguise." Zhang Ziwen persuaded him with a smile. Wan Mingkui was a very open-minded person, which was why he was so sad. Zhang Ziwen estimated that the main reason why he felt sorry for Zhang Ziwen was in his heart.
"Uncle Wan! Have you sold all the goods you sent?"
"Sell it when you get to the station. These soybeans are all yours, you." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a phone ringing.
"Hey! Lao Zhang! Is there any result about the special train?" He answered the phone and said loudly.
"What? That's great, thank you so much. After all, it's you who misses the past, okay! Okay! I'll remember this, and when it's over, I'll just go and thank you. Hahaha!"
Wan Mingkui hung up the phone and said excitedly: "Boy, this can solve a big problem. A friend of mine helped us get two special trains. This special train has 50 carriages and can send out three thousand yuan in one trip." tons of cargo. Six thousand tons can be dispatched in two times. He also said that the first trip can be made tomorrow."
"Great, Uncle Wan, this has indeed solved our big problem." This news made Zhang Ziwen also very happy. Although the Spring Festival transportation is still tense now, the freight pressure has been reduced a lot. I believe it won't be long before these tens of thousands of tons of goods It can be shipped out.
"Hahaha! Now I don't ask for more profit, just ask for a small compensation." Wan Mingkui was much less worried. He patted the top of his head happily. He took out a cigarette and smoked it.
Zhang Ziwen was not polite and ordered one too. He took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Wan, can we hold back the goods we send out this time and not sell them?"
"What?" Wan Mingkui was so shocked by Zhang Ziwen's words that he swallowed the entire cigarette, choking and coughing violently. "What? Did you hear that right? Are you holding back and refusing to sell? Do you think our compensation is too small?"
"Haha! Listen to me, Ziwen, explain it to you." Zhang Ziwen smiled and helped him hit his back twice, and then continued after he calmed down:
"These days, you are busy delivering goods, and I am not idle either, me."
After listening to Zhang Ziwen¡¯s account of what happened these days, he asked with some suspicion: ¡°Are these things you said accurate?¡±
"It's true, the forecast information released by the government departments cannot be false. Even if the drought is inaccurate due to technical reasons, then if the rust is false, it will directly affect the interests of the country's soybean farmers." Zhang Ziwen paused, and then road:
¡°Take this rust disease as an example. Once the monitoring station releases this news, the soybean farmers will definitely buy fungicides immediately to prevent it. In the end, if the information is found to be false, who can afford the loss? Taking a step back, even if this news is false, then what is the purpose of releasing this news at this time? Isn't it also to raise the price of soybeans? When the soybean farmers believe it is true and buy fungicides, it will also increase production costs. , soybean prices will eventually rise."
"But what does this foreign matter have to do with us?" Wan Mingkui still didn't understand. "Didn't you just say that the amount of imported soybeans is not large yet?"
"Judging from the quota quantity, we only plan to import one million tons this year, which accounts for only 5.8% of the national production. But I later discovered that all these imported soybeans are used by oil mills to extract oil. And every year, only half of the country's soybeans, that is, about 7 million tons, are used for oil extraction. If one million is divided by 7 million, then this percentageA ratio of fourteen is enough to affect the national soybean price, which is the main reason why domestic soybean prices continue to fall as soon as foreign soybeans are imported. "Zhang Ziwen knew that Wan Mingkui was a rough man, and he had to explain clearly if he wanted to convince him.
"Then what you mean is that when the price of foreign soybeans rises, the price of domestic soybeans will also rise, and our soybeans will be sold at a better price?" Wan Mingkui understood a little bit.
"Yes." Zhang Ziwen nodded, "I estimate that the price of beans will start to rise in a few days, so let's not sell them after they are shipped to the place and wait for the price to rise."
"Then how much do you think the price can rise?" Wan Mingkui was completely convinced by Zhang Ziwen, swept away his worries, and asked enthusiastically.
"At least it will be much higher than our purchase price."
"That high?" It seemed that he was a little scared by this price drop, "Are you sure?"
"Yes! I have contacted many soybean farmers during this period. Since soybean prices rise every March, they don't care too much about the drop in soybean prices. They have a lot of soybeans waiting to be sold at that time. , and now foreign soybean prices are about to rise, which will certainly accelerate the time and magnitude of the rise in domestic soybean prices.
By then, soybean farmers will also know about the increase in international soybean prices, which will increase their reluctance to sell. When the increase exceeds that of the same period last year, they will still choose to wait and see, which will inevitably cause supply shortages in the domestic market. Shortage and lack of raw materials for oil mills will inevitably raise the price of soybeans. How much do you think it will rise at that time? "
"Hahaha! It seems that we will still make a lot of money! Hahaha!" Wan Mingkui completely understood this time. After laughing happily, he sighed: "I didn't expect you have done so much these days. You are almost an expert. You still have knowledge. Educated people can see far!"
"I'll listen to you this time. I won't sell the goods after they land. Let's try what it's like to hoard! Hahaha!"
"Uncle Wan! I have another idea that I want to discuss with you." Strike while the iron is hot, Zhang Ziwen continued.
"What's the matter? Tell me!" Wan Mingkui saw Zhang Ziwen's solemn expression and restrained his smile.
"I think this incident is an opportunity. We should take this opportunity to immediately increase the number of acquisitions and make more money when most people are not aware of it." Zhang Ziwen also came up with this idea on the road. Since it can make money , why don¡¯t you think of ways to make more money?
"Well, that's a good idea. But where can we get so much money?" Wan Mingkui thought for a moment and frowned.
"Do you think it's okay to use the goods we have in hand as collateral to get a loan from the bank?" Zhang Ziwen asked tentatively, not knowing much about the methods and procedures of bank loans.
"Yes! This is a good idea." Wan Mingkui slapped his forehead, "I'll ask someone to contact me for a loan, but the loan approval time is very long. Do we have that much time? Don't let the money get loaned by then. Dou The price has also gone up. It¡¯s all a waste of time.¡±
"It's up to you to find Director Liu for this matter. Let's see if we can use the remaining money in our hands plus the part of the funds that have been collected as a deposit or advance payment to sign a contract with the grain depot first. Will you settle the matter after the loan is obtained?¡±
"I think we can do it this way. Although we are having a hard time these days, I didn't let him help in vain. Our relationship is quite good now. So, I will go to the loan and Director Liu's place, and you will be responsible for paying attention to the market. We Everyone takes their responsibilities and does a good job, and you don't have to worry about the delivery, I'll take care of it all." Wan Mingkui said with great ambition, looking forward to a bright future.
"However, Uncle Wan, I have to remind you that this is my personal opinion. Such an operation will put all our capital up. If we lose, we will lose everything. You must think Okay!" The ugly words have to be said first. Although Zhang Ziwen is full of confidence in this, he still needs to be vaccinated first.
"I know this. If you want to do it, do it big. This will be fun. I also believe in you." Wan Mingkui looked at Zhang Ziwen with firm eyes. This made Zhang Ziwen a little puzzled. Where did he have so much confidence in Zhang Ziwen, a fledgling boy? What a strange thing.
"Okay, let's make it up then." After the general direction and division of labor were settled, Zhang Ziwen felt a lot more relaxed, and suddenly thought of something.
"Uncle Wan! If you are optimistic about this matter, you might as well ask Uncle Zheng for his opinion and see if he is interested. If you have money, everyone can make it!"
"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. I'll call my eldest brother right now. I asked him when I did this a few years ago. At that time, he had a lot of money to spend, and he had to collect bills everywhere, so he didn't have any extra funds. After the New Year, I think he should have some living money."
Wan Mingkui said with some regret: "It didn't start well this time. I didn't even go back to see it during the Chinese New Year."He and Zhiyun are the only two left to celebrate the New Year, alas! I really miss these two men. "
Zhang Ziwen knew that he was never married and had no children, so his feelings for Uncle Zheng and his daughter were not that deep. Looking at his sad look, he didn't know what to say at this time, so he tried hard to think of a different topic to change the conversation.
When things came to a critical moment, Zhang Ziwen did not go home for the convenience of communication. He set up a computer in the hotel and watched the changes in the market every day.
After carefully studying Zhang Ziwen¡¯s words, Uncle Zheng recognized Zhang Ziwen¡¯s analysis very much. He sent us 30 million in funds the next day, and Sister Zhiyun also volunteered to fly over to help us raise funds.
Next things are moving in a good direction. First of all, the bank has agreed to provide us with a mortgage loan at 74% of the total price. The result of this matter came within three days, which is really unexpected. , although it is only 38 million and has not been obtained yet, this allows us to continue the transaction with the grain depot.
Although Director Liu didn't understand that our goods hadn't been sold yet and that he was anxious to buy again when the price of beans continued to fall, he had the care of the people above and Wan Mingkui's personal feelings, so there was no ambiguity. , and soon sold us another 47,000 tons of soybeans at a price of 1,540 yuan/ton.
On the third day after the soybean purchase contract was signed, rust cases were discovered in four more provinces in Argentina. There is still no rain in Brazil. International spot soybean prices began to skyrocket. In just four days, the FOB soybean price rose from 1,320 yuan/ton to 1,450 yuan/ton, and there was still a price but no market. The volatility in the futures market is even greater, with the Buenos Aires Futures Exchange reaching 541.6 cents/bushel.
Affected by this, no more imported soybeans have arrived in Hong Kong, and domestic oil mills have begun to focus on domestic production areas. Bean prices, which have been falling for a month, have finally begun to rise strongly.
"Let's take a break!" Sister Zhiyun sat next to Zhang Ziwen with a cup of hot milk, and she should have dragged Zhang Ziwen over, "You have been sitting with the computer all day, let me drink some milk and take a rest!"
"I'm not tired, hehe! Thank you!" Zhang Ziwen took the milk with a smile. I really enjoy Sister Zhiyun's tender care.
"Slow down, be careful of the burn." Seeing Zhang Ziwen raising his neck and pouring milk into it, Sister Zhiyun blocked him angrily.
"It's okay, I have a strong skin." As he spoke, Zhang Ziwen had finished drinking the milk, handed the cup back to her, and sat back in front of the computer.
"How are you now? Are foreign soybeans still rising?" Seeing that she couldn't persuade Zhang Ziwen, Sister Zhiyun also came over and looked at the monitor with concern.
A few strands of naughty black hair brushed across Zhang Ziwen's face. Look at that beautiful snow-white face. Smelling the familiar and friendly body fragrance made Zhang Ziwen, who had not been around women for many days, unbearably excited.
"It's still rising. Now the spot price has reached 1,495 yuan/ton. Now the international clamor is fierce. The news broadcast last night also broadcast this. The domestic bean price has also risen to 1,620 yuan/ton. As long as, Answer the phone first." Zhang Ziwen calmed down and patiently explained halfway when he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
"Hey! Yuji, what's going on?" It was Yuji who made love on the phone.
"Brother, woo woo. Mom. Mom. woo woo. Got hit by a car. woo woo."
"Ah!" The phone in his hand rang and fell to the ground.
When Zhang Ziwen rushed back to Nanshi, he encountered his mother being pushed out of the emergency room by a nurse.
"Mom! Mom! How are you?" Zhang Ziwen cried and threw himself in front of his mother's bed, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"You're back." The mother on the hospital bed looked pale and haggard. She tried her best to show a smile and tried hard to raise her hand.
"Mom! I'm back, I'm sorry! Woohoo." Zhang Ziwen understood his mother's meaning, held her hand and put it against Zhang Ziwen's face. The regret in his heart was beyond words.
"Mom." As soon as my mother said one word, she coughed violently again.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Zhang Ziwen looked around in fear and shouted loudly. Several people from the hospital heard the sound and rushed over quickly, surrounding his mother to adjust the equipment.
"Are you a family member of the patient?" A female doctor in her forties examined her mother for a while and walked to Zhang Ziwen's side.
"Yes, doctor! Please cure my mother. I can't afford any money, please." Zhang Ziwen seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, holding her hand and pleading.
"Don't make any noise, come out for a moment." She said and walked into the corridor first.
"Your mother's injuries are very serious. Her internal organs were ruptured after the impact. There is nothing we can do now."
"No, no, no, no?, my mother can still speak, she will get better, please save her! I have plenty of money, I will kneel down for you, please. Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhang Ziwen, who grabbed her hand and said, "Kudong!" "She knelt down on the ground with a sound, grabbed her backpack, and kept stuffing the bundles of banknotes into her hands.
"You, don't be like this, get up quickly!" The female doctor was a little at a loss and pulled Zhang Ziwen up hard. "We have really tried our best. She is only relying on drugs and anesthetics to survive. Get up quickly!"
"Wen! If you are being treated like this, get up quickly! There is someone watching over there." Sister Zhiyun, who followed later, cried and hugged Zhang Ziwen, "You, you will embarrass the doctor."
"Sister!" Zhang Ziwen also realized that his behavior was inappropriate, biting his lower lip and stood up, "They talked about my mother, they talked about my mother." Before he could finish his words, he was sobbing and it was difficult to continue.
"You! Alas! You'd better make plans early!" Although the female doctor is used to life and death, she was still moved by the family affection shown by us. Her eyes were red and she reminded tactfully.
"No! My mother will be fine. She will live a long life!" Zhang Ziwen shouted hysterically, "You are bad doctors. You are a bad hospital. You can't cure it, but others can. I want to give it to me right away." Mom is transferred to another hospital, woohoo!¡±
"Brother! Mom. Mom is telling you to come in." Just as Zhang Ziwen fell into a rage and left, Yu Ji choked and called Zhang Ziwen at the door.
"Mom! Don't worry, you will be fine. We will transfer you to the hospital right now. Your son has tens of millions, and he will definitely cure you." Zhang Ziwen rushed to his mother's bed, held her hand, and said urgently After finishing, she turned to Sister Zhiyun and said, "Sister! Let's contact the transfer hospital quickly, hurry up!"
"You, don't argue with the doctor. Mom doesn't like it, it's so rude." The mother said weakly and intermittently.
"Mom, I know I was wrong. I will apologize to them soon. Please take a good rest and stop talking. I will find someone to transfer to the hospital." Zhang Ziwen quickly turned his head and comforted his mother softly.
"No! Don't bother." Mother's hand touched Zhang Ziwen's face again. A loving smile appeared on his face. "Mom knows her own business, and she is satisfied just to see you back."
"Mom!" Regret was like a giant ant gnawing at Zhang Ziwen's heart. "I'm sorry, wuwu! I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have disobeyed you, Mom! I was wrong! Mom!"
"Ziwen! Mom. Mom didn't blame you. Listen to mom!" Two lines of turbid tears flowed out of the mother's eyes and fell onto the pillow.
"Mom! Say it! Say it, I'm listening!" Zhang Ziwen suppressed his sobs and wiped away his mother's tears.
"You have always been mom's pride. You will want it after mom is gone."
"Mom! Stop talking, you will be fine." Zhang Ziwen shook his head vigorously and interrupted his mother, "I. I will find the best doctor and the best hospital to cure you, you. You. My son actually has tens of millions!"
"So much money? You. You didn't do anything illegal, right?" The mother was shocked when she heard Zhang Ziwen reiterated her words, and even spoke much louder.
"No, Mom! I promise, I earned all this money legally." Although the money earned from black boxing is not glorious, Zhang Ziwen can't control so much at this time.
"That's good!" The mother breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Mom's biggest expectation for you is to be a good person, to be a good police detective, like. A good police detective like your father. .¡±
"Mom! I promise you, I will be a good person and a good police investigator. Please take a rest first!" Seeing that his mother's breath seemed to be weakening, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly advised her.
"No! Me. Cough! Cough! Cough!"
"Doctor! Doctor!" Seeing his mother coughing violently again, Zhang Ziwen quickly stood up and shouted.
"No! No need. You. Just listen to what mom has to say." The mother waved her hand with difficulty.
"Mom, I'm listening!" Zhang Ziwen quickly sat down again.
"You have to take good care of Yuji and do things that are worthy of your own conscience." My mother said these two sentences unexpectedly smoothly.
Seeing Zhang Ziwen nodding vigorously, her mother's eyes flashed with relief. She turned to Yu Ji on the other side and said with pity: "Yu Ji, my good daughter, mom really wants to thank you."
"Mom!" Yuji, who was in tears, buried her face in the quilt next to her mother, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably.
"Good boy, your brother will take good care of you in the future." The mother stroked Yuji's hair with her other hand, then turned to Zhang Ziwen and said: "Remember! Be a good person and a good policeman." The mother's voice became increasingly louder. The weaker and weaker the hand finally stopped on Yuji's head.
"Mom!" Although cremation is now practiced, the custom here is still to bury her in peace.
Two days later, with the help of colleagues from her mother¡¯s workplace, Zhang Ziwen buried her mother¡¯s ashes with her father¡¯s. This is also customary and was mentioned by her mother during her lifetime. When my mother was still alive, she still had a deep attachment to my father. This attachment was so deep that even thinking about being buried together a hundred years later was a comfort.
After thanking his mother¡¯s colleagues and friends during her lifetime, Zhang Ziwen returned home again, accompanied by Liu Nan and his daughters.
When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a pair of still brand-new cotton shoes on the shoe rack. Zhang Ziwen bought this pair of cotton shoes for his mother before the Spring Festival. It cost more than 200 yuan, and her mother couldn't bear to wear them. I only wore it once in the second year of junior high school when my family of three went to see the ice lanterns. But mother, do you know? Two hundred yuan is not even the tip of the iceberg to your son, but it is very precious in the eyes of your mother.
"Sister Nan Nan, please drink some water!" The well-behaved Yu Ji took the teapot and poured tea for everyone.
Looking at this purple clay teapot, Zhang Ziwen¡¯s thoughts returned to seven years ago. That year my mother was rated as an advanced worker. The work unit gave this purple clay teapot as a prize, and my mother originally planned to give it away as a gift to repay a favor. However, because the outer packaging was accidentally scratched by Zhang Ziwen, she could not give it to her for her own use.
During the sprint for Zhang Ziwen¡¯s college entrance examination, his mother always used it to brew a pot of jasmine flowers for Zhang Ziwen late at night to refresh his mind. But now the purple clay teapot is not popular.
Zhang Ziwen didn¡¯t dare to think about it anymore. Looking at everything that is so familiar, it seems as if my mother has not left yet. She just went to the street to buy groceries, or was busy cooking in the kitchen to entertain Zhang Ziwen's friends.
Tears fell silently and uncontrollably again.
This small and simple home carries too many happy and beautiful memories for Zhang Ziwen. Whenever school is over, the first thing Zhang Ziwen thinks of is home. Because my mother is at home, she has her expectations, and she has the meals she prepared for Zhang Ziwen. At that time, school and home constituted the entire life of Zhang Ziwen, and Zhang Ziwen could stay with his mother every day.
But as he grows older and begins his college life, Zhang Ziwen¡¯s longing for home gradually fades away. Look what Zhang Ziwen has been doing during these holidays? make money! fall in love! Meet classmates!
Zhang Ziwen was very happy when he was busy and felt very fulfilled. But she ignored her mother's feelings for her son. But now it seems that these are nothing compared to my mother? Even at the end of my mother's life. Zhang Ziwen couldn't even stay with her.
make money! Is money really that important? No amount of money can save my mother's life. When he thought of how he had made his mother angry because of money in the last years of his mother's life, Zhang Ziwen felt extremely regretful and stung like a poisonous needle. The most important things in life were ignored by Zhang Ziwen.
In order to celebrate the twenty-one-day death anniversary of his mother, Zhang Ziwen asked for ten days of leave from school. During these days, Zhang Ziwen stayed at home absentmindedly all day without even stepping out. The driver who caused the accident was sentenced to three years in prison. Zhang Ziwen hated him, but Zhang Ziwen hated himself even more.
Love, soybeans, these emotions and things that once occupied most of Zhang Ziwen's energy, now make Zhang Ziwen completely uninterested. Zhang Ziwen even hated these. If there was no love, Zhang Ziwen could spend more time with his mother in her last days; if there was no soybean incident, if Zhang Ziwen was at home, maybe the tragedy could be avoided. But the reason why life is precious is that there are no ifs. Once you miss it, it will never be recovered.
Liu Nan and Jiang Rouli both tried to comfort Zhang Ziwen with their unique tenderness, but faced Zhang Ziwen's absent-minded and indifferent eyes, they finally went to school crying.
"Wen! Cheer up! If Auntie were alive, she wouldn't want you to be like this. Have you forgotten her expectations of you?" Zhang Ziwen's door was pushed open, and Sister Zhiyun walked in gently. These days, I have been by Zhang Ziwen's side, taking care of Zhang Ziwen's messy life with Yu Ji.
Zhang Ziwen was lying with his face facing the wall, pretending to be asleep. Zhang Ziwen understood the truth behind her words, but Zhang Ziwen just couldn't pass his own test. Zhang Ziwen was even a little tired of everything in this world and hoped that he could just die on his own.
Sister Zhiyun was silent for a moment, then touched Zhang Ziwen's cheek with a cold jade hand, "Don't be like this, okay? Don't you know how uncomfortable you are making us like this?" Her voice was trembling, showing that she was trying her best to control it. With his own sorrow.
After a while, Sister Zhiyun calmed down a lot and continued: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about others. Uncle Wan and my dad have invested so much money in soybeans, and now the price of soybeans changes every day. We¡¯re all waiting for you to make up your mind!??What should we do if they are like this now? And Yu Ji, my aunt asked you to take care of her when she was dying, but look what you did for her? She hasn't eaten for two days because of you. Is this how you take care of her? "
Seeing that Zhang Ziwen was still silent, she sighed quietly, tucked in the quilt for Zhang Ziwen and retreated.
Sister Zhiyun¡¯s words hit the weakest point in Zhang Ziwen¡¯s heart. Uncle Wan and Uncle Zheng both invested huge sums of money in soybeans because of Zhang Ziwen, especially Uncle Wan, who can be considered as having spent all his money. If Zhang Ziwen hands it off at this time, if anything is lost, Zhang Ziwen will feel even more guilty.
There is also Yuji, a girl who has gone through many hardships. She has just found the warmth of home, but she has to face the pain of losing her mother again. They are all innocent, everyone around Zhang Ziwen is innocent, and Zhang Ziwen is the one who is guilty. How could they be allowed to share Zhang Ziwen's pain?
Zhang Ziwen finally sat up. Wipe the tears on your face with your hands, yes! Life must go on! Zhang Ziwen walked into the living room, where Yu Ji was sitting alone on the sofa. The sound of rustling cooking came from the kitchen, which made Zhang Ziwen think for a moment that his mother was busy there, but this idea was immediately painfully rejected by Zhang Ziwen.
"Sister! Is the meal ready?" Zhang Ziwen leaned at the door of the kitchen, looking at the beautiful figure shrouded in oil smoke. A warm feeling of gratitude quietly arises, "I'm hungry!"
"Okay! Okay!" Sister Zhiyun heard that Zhang Ziwen took the initiative to eat for the first time in these days, and said happily: "Go get the bowls and chopsticks, that's good."
"Yu Ji, come here to eat." After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Zhang Ziwen dragged Yu Ji to the dining table. Only then did Zhang Ziwen realize that she had indeed lost a lot of weight, and he felt even more pity for her. He gave her a full bowl of rice and said without hesitation: "I have eaten everything. I will be happy after eating everything."
"Brother!" Yu Ji looked at Zhang Ziwen, her eyes were red, her little nose was twitching and she was about to cry.
"Okay, brother is fine." Zhang Ziwen patted her head. He smiled and comforted her and said, "There's still brother! We are still a family. Brother will take care of you." But just after saying this, he felt that his nose was also sore.
"Eat. Eat." Sister Zhiyun noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and hurriedly smiled to smooth things over, while talking and picking up food for Zhang Ziwen.
"Sister! I want to transfer Yuji to Sunset to go to school." This is what Zhang Ziwen just thought of, "Zhang Ziwen is worried about leaving her here by herself."
"Okay! But it's not convenient for you to live in school and take care of her. Why don't you let Yuji live with me? I also like this little sister Yuji very much, and you can keep me company." Sister Zhiyun has thought carefully about Zhang Ziwen. .
Zhang Ziwen glanced at Yu Ji, she didn't show much enthusiasm for Sister Zhiyun's proposal.
"No, I want to buy a house in Sunset. Zhang Ziwen applied to the police station for commuting, so that he can have a family. Of course, if Yuji is willing to live with you, that's fine, Yuji, what do you think?"
Zhang Ziwen doesn't want Yu Ji to feel like a burden or a passer-by. Although Zhang Ziwen doesn't have deep feelings for her yet, since his mother asked Zhang Ziwen to take care of her, Zhang Ziwen must consider her wholeheartedly and make her feel like home. Doing so will alleviate Zhang Ziwen's guilt a lot.
"I am willing to live with my brother." Before Zhang Ziwen could say anything, Yu Ji said eagerly. It could be seen from the surprise in her eyes that she was extremely happy that she could live with Zhang Ziwen.
"That's fine." Sister Zhiyun didn't expect that we would make such a decision. She was surprised and looked at Yu Ji meaningfully before saying, "I will find someone to handle Yu Ji's enrollment procedures when we get back. "
After dinner, Zhang Ziwen went back to his room and turned on the computer to study.
In the past ten days, the rust fungus in Argentina has been confirmed, and now production reduction is doomed; while the rainfall in Brazil is still pitiful. Affected by these two biggest factors, the current price of soybeans in the world has risen to 1,584 yuan/ton, and the increase is strong, and there is no sign of weakness.
After the Spring Festival, a large number of traders and oil mills entered production areas in advance to purchase, and domestic soybean prices also skyrocketed. The price of soybeans has reached 1,950 yuan/ton yesterday, and some buyers even offered a price of 1,970 yuan/ton. This will undoubtedly increase the reluctance of soybean farmers to sell and further raise the price of soybeans.
After talking to Wan Mingkui on the phone, we learned that most of our soybeans have been shipped out and are now being stocked in Guanli, waiting for the best time to sell them. In order to make Zhang Ziwen happy, he also imitated Director Liu's expression on the phone from Zhang Ziwen when he saw him the day before yesterday and asked him to treat him. However, Zhang Ziwen really couldn't laugh and could only laugh twice out of politeness.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ziwen carefully calculated again. Now major oil factories can no longer count on imported soybeans. Domestic soybeans?Their only option at the moment.
Now that we have entered March, the peak period of soybean price increases due to acquisitions by purchasers has arrived, and the current record high price of soybeans will undoubtedly gradually make soybean farmers tempted. In this way, the continued rise in soybean prices will still A few days, but how many days later? Zhang Ziwen didn't know what he was doing. To be continued.
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