In the small office.
Dong Xuebin followed Zhou Changchun into the room, suppressing a bellyful of frustration. If it had been the old him, he would have immediately poured out his grievances to Zhou Changchun and let Director Zhou know what kind of person Guo Shunjie really was. But Dong Xuebin was no longer like that. Having learned a little about the ways of the world, he understood that if he complained to his superior, regardless of whether the problem could be resolved, the very act of "snitching" would make his leader look down on him and think he was unfit for greater responsibilities.
"Little Dong, are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that he did not look good, Zhou Changchun asked with concern.
Dong Xuebin quickly composed himself. "I just didn't sleep well last night. Thank you for your concern, Director."
"That won't do. You need to get more rest." Zhou Changchun shifted and sat down. "Move a chair over and sit beside me. The market's about to open."
Dong Xuebin said nervously, "It's fine, it's fine. I'll stand."
Zhou Changchun pretended to be displeased. "If I tell you to sit, then sit. Why are you being so polite?"
"Alright, thank you, Director Zhou." Dong Xuebin was very mindful of his posture now. Even on such a round stool, he only sat on half of it.
Looking up, he saw that the time in the lower-right corner of the computer had reached 9:15. The Shanghai and Shenzhen Stock Exchanges' call auction had begun. The so-called call auction was a test of market capital before official trading opened. Put simply, if there were more buyers and they offered higher prices, the stock would open higher.
"Little Dong, how many years have you been trading stocks?"
"Three or four years." He was making