“What!?” Chen Yuanming frowned and looked at his parent’s expressions carefully. It didn’t seem like they were joking so he couldn’t help asking, “What happened to their family? Even if they have moved, how could I not be informed?”
Luo Ding looked out of the car window, and saw young girls holding banners printed with photos of Duan Xiubo everywhere outside the airport. These fans had gathered together in groups of three and five and were talking and pointing at the exit. They were probably planning the pick-up which was to happen soon.
When he woke up the next day, there were no voices in the room. A long life of nine to four had changed Chen Yuanming’s biological clock, and he could no longer get up from bed at 6:00 am in the morning. However, he did not expect to be able to sleep so heavily that he did not even hear his parents leaving for work.
From the end of November to the beginning of December, after hitting a low point of 300 points, the Shanghai Stock Exchange Index experienced a retaliatory rebound. In just half a month, it soared from 386 points to more than 700 points and after a few days of adjustments there was a prelude to another bull market.
From the start of the preparation period, the sale of this EP was very well publicized.
The next day, Xiao Yun arrived early at the big family room. A new round of stock IPO’s[1] will be launched next week, and no negligence could be tolerated.
The rest area was busy and staff holding clothes and equipment shuttled past in front of him. Though Luo Ding was dizzy looking at everything going on, it still felt better than staying in that lounge.
Zheng Kezhen probably lost a pound of flesh this time. Broadcasts during CCTV’s prime time has always been calculated by the seconds. This publicity footage was more than five minutes long and had been broadcasted back and forth after all the hot programs. If this was not a drama being supported by CCTV’s own allied Chinese-language station no amount of money would have been able to achieve this.
Although the bus had basically travelled directly, they still took a full forty minutes to reach the Bund[1]. While Shanghai’s always-overcrowded bus was fine for Chen Yuanming, it was not so for Xiao Junyi, who had always been picked up by various special cars from an early age.
