Section 8 Time of fright

Section 8 Chapter of Scare Moment
In the morning, the sun shines warmly on the bed. Zhang Jun rubs his eyes and turns over and looks at the wall clock. It’s already past 8 o’clock, and his parents have long been in class.
It was late at night when I got home yesterday. Zhang Jun was lying in bed thinking about what happened yesterday. Everything was as beautiful and sweet as in a dream. Yang Jiahui kept showing her beautiful face and figure in his mind, which made Zhang Jun intoxicated.
Zhang Jun recalled seeing a movie last night to send Yang Jiahui home. They walked slowly all the way. They couldn’t finish talking. They walked on the bank of Liaohe River and enjoyed the moonlight. The beauty accompanied them all the way. What a pleasant thing. They stopped in a gazebo for a short time. He held her thin waist. His chest almost touched her chest. He looked at her with hot eyes. She bowed her head and went to the fairyland with him at that moment. Zhang Jun couldn’t help but think of something different.
After stretching, Zhang Jun sat up. He dreamed that the market might be very good today. He dreamed that he could make millions one day.
Small trees along the road and a few birds jump from one tree to another while singing, and sometimes they chase and play with each other on the lawn. Occasionally, one or two magpies are chirping in Zhang Jun, especially black and white magpies. He thinks that seeing magpies can bring good luck to people, so whenever he sees magpies, he will take a while, and this time is no exception. He watches magpies from time to time until he flies away.
At this time, he left the community and walked to Yi.
Pushing the door, he found that the climate was abnormal today, and the songs and laughter disappeared for several days in a row, but then it was overcast and scattered. People talked in groups of three and five, and their fears showed their heritage. Zhang Jun was still puzzled by what happened in front of him in the hall because he didn’t know anything.
He came to Taiwan and asked the workers what it was. Miss sighed and said that she had printed flowers.
That doesn’t have to be like this, Zhang Jun asked curiously
There’s no need to do this. It looks like you’re a new shareholder.
Yeah, but I’m not white
An uncle leaned over to Zhang Jun and said that investors are like a sparrow coming to the forest. There is enough food for one sparrow, and 10,000 for it.
Zhang Jun wait for a while watched.
A fat woman caught his eye. Isn’t that Sister Wang who twisted her fat ass? I saw her banging on the keyboard in a hurry. From time to time, people around her talked about what it looked like. It was like a box full of all kinds of spices was overturned, and the taste made people nervous.
Suddenly a man was patting his shoulder. Zhang Jun looked back and it was Master Liu.
Master is still happy to say that he feels today.
A little scary
I’m used to stock market risks after a long time, my Lord. It’s easy to say
What should I do? Zhang Jun’s eyes are anxious and urgent
Look at their faces, saying that the master pointed to the crowd.
Zhang Jun looked down his finger and found nothing.
When the master saw his doubts, he said that dispersion is a reverse indicator.
oh
Master took Zhang Jun to the building and replied that he was speculating with his investment eyes.
Zhang Jun shook his head and said no.
Hehe, it will be white after that.
In the big room, everyone was sitting in unison, like a woodcarving and clay sculpture, and no one even looked up at the people who came in, but they didn’t laugh as before.
Master sat down in his position and looked around at Lao Hou and Lao Cao, and he laughed together.
Laughing, laughing, Fang Xia smells like Tianjin.
The market will be all right for a while, but it’s still smiling.
Master pushed his glasses and looked at Fang Xia and said that a big forest was covered.
However, it can be a fantasy to want to run if you want to stop.
Zhang Jun’s heart is like putting a piece of ice from his heart to the nerve endings. He doesn’t know what to add to the power of printing. He doesn’t even know if the sky will continue to plummet.
He looked at Yang Jiahui as if he were asking what to do.
Yang Jiahui looked at Zhang Jun in doubt and smiled and asked if he was afraid.