I'm back in 1990

Chapter 172: A New Industry

To be entrusted with a task and to faithfully fulfill it.

Since I've already given Sang Weihong some ideas and promised to write a proposal for her, let's get started!

Huang Xiaochuan's plan was not only aimed at teaching materials. He also extended the practice of the education and training industry in later generations, suggesting that a teaching and training center be established under the name of the school's tertiary industry. This would not only arrange for some capable poor students to teach junior and senior high school students in need, but also serve as a model to promote teaching materials.

This not only solves the problem of impoverished students having to work and study alone, but also allows them to reliably earn a substantial income.

Imagine a prestigious university establishing a training middle school, using its own self-developed teaching materials for arts and sciences to tutor junior and senior high school students. If the results are outstanding, it won't be a huge success, but it won't be long before its influence spreads to surrounding provinces and cities.

Furthermore, Huang Xiaochuan reminded everyone at the end of the plan to be careful to prevent piracy.

Two days later, the proposal was handed over to Sang Weihong.

After Sang Weihong received the proposal and read it, her eyes lit up as she stared at Huang Xiaochuan, wishing she could give him a big hug.

However, seeing Huang Xiaochuan's wary expression, she immediately became a little angry. I'm not a tigress, am I going to eat you up?

In consideration of Huang Xiaochuan's great help, Sang Weihong took the initiative to invite him: "Huang Xiaochuan, I'll treat you to dinner. You can choose any place you like."

Huang Xiaochuan quickly waved his hand: "I'm not eating. You should hurry up and get back to your work! You still need to take this plan to the school and the Youth League Committee to apply for their support. There's a lot to do after that. I'm afraid you'll have to run to the toilet in the future."

"Pah! You jinx!" Sang Weihong spat.

Huang Xiaochuan quickly said goodbye to Sang Weihong and left: "I'm leaving, bye-bye!"

Just yesterday, October 3, 1991, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange issued the Management Measures for the Adjustment Fund. It clarified that the Adjustment Fund was established to stabilize stock prices and promote market development during periods of sharp stock market fluctuations.

When this measure was promulgated, the regulatory funds had actually been entering the stock market for nearly a month. The Shenzhen Stock Exchange stocks, which had already bottomed out and rebounded, immediately began to rise continuously due to the impact of this news, and the various restrictions on limit-up and limit-down were lifted.

Today, Wan Yuhuan from the Shenzhen Stock Exchange learned that Shenzhen Development Bank will undergo ex-rights today, splitting each share into twenty shares, and then distributing five shares for every ten shares held. Shenzhen Development Bank suspended trading a few days before the National Day holiday, and various rumors have been circulating since then, but they are all positive news. I didn't expect the positive news to be so outrageous.

This means that Huang Xiaochuan's original 125000 shares instantly became 3750000 shares. However, after a series of complex calculations and factors such as dividends, the share price became 386 yuan per share.

This means that Huang Xiaochuan's initial investment of 1.5 million yuan has now become 14.475 million yuan, an increase of nearly ten times.

Wan Yuhuan's expression could no longer be described as shock. She had handled many stock transactions, but she was particularly impressed by Huang Xiaochuan. When Huang Xiaochuan bought these stocks on August 5, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange's market rescue meeting had not yet been held. It wasn't until August 26 that the final decision was made to raise 200 million yuan of adjustment funds to enter the stock market and buy stocks, commonly known as market rescue.

After calming down, Wan Yuhuan found the contact information that Huang Xiaochuan had given her and contacted him.

A few minutes later, Huang Xiaochuan called back after being paged.

"Who is looking for me?"

Wan Yuhuan nervously gripped the microphone and said, "Hello Mr. Huang, this is Wan Yuhuan from the Shenzhen Stock Exchange. Do you remember me?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaochuan immediately remembered and asked, "Miss Wan, who are you looking for?"

"I am contacting you with good news. The Shenzhen Development Bank shares you bought from me, which were suspended for ex-rights, have resumed trading today. Your shares have been split into 20 shares, and you will receive 5 bonus shares for every 10 shares you own. Your total holdings have increased from 125000 to 3750000 shares. The opening price was 386, and the price is still rising after the opening."

Huang Xiaochuan was delighted to hear the news, but his tone remained calm: "Okay, I understand. Thank you, Ms. Wan. I have other things to attend to, so I'll hang up now. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiaochuan thought about it carefully. It seemed to be different from what he remembered. He remembered the ex-rights, but he didn't expect the stock price to be so outrageous. It was like giving away money.

However, no matter how much the Shenzhen Development Bank stock rises, he will not sell it. He intends to hold this stock for the long term, and for a considerable period of time, Huang Xiaochuan has no intention of selling it to realize his cash.

Huang Boyi's 500,000 shares will be given 5 million after the stock price rises to 20 times the return stipulated in their betting agreement, and he will keep the shares for himself.

After putting his cell phone into his bag, Huang Xiaochuan caught up with Wu Duo and the others ahead. It was an open secret that Huang Xiaochuan had a cell phone; the people in dormitory 222 were already used to it, and the school turned a blind eye and stopped asking questions. Besides, Huang Xiaochuan never flaunted it in public.

Wu Duo and Ding Yi were also equipped with pagers; it wasn't that they lacked the means. Zhang Gaolei and Chen Zhe had all their money in the stock market. Although they were currently making a fortune, they still lived on their living expenses until they sold their stocks.

When Ding saw Huang Xiaochuan following him, he asked, "What have you been busy with these past few days? Always flirting with that pretty senior? Let me remind you, you're a married man, so don't do anything like that."

Huang Xiaochuan found these words awkward no matter how he heard them. "Damn you, Ding Gungun, you really can't say anything nice. I was talking to my senior about serious matters."

Wu Duo was curious about Huang Xiaochuan's busy work at his desk these past few days, so he casually asked, "You've been heading to the library after class these past few days. I saw you writing something. Are you working on another paper?"

Huang Xiaochuan shook his head: "It's not a thesis, it's a proposal. There are quite a few poor students in our school, right? Senior Sang came to me for advice, to see if we could come up with a way for these poor students to earn money while standing up, so that they can be self-reliant and no longer need that poverty subsidy."

Upon hearing Huang Xiaochuan's words, the group became interested. Ding Yi stopped joking with Huang Xiaochuan and listened attentively to what he had to say.

"I gave my senior a suggestion: rely on the school, make good use of the school's resources, and organize people to compile tutoring materials for junior and senior high school students. Besides, aren't there people who tutor outside of school? They don't earn much, and if they encounter an unreliable tutor, they might not even get paid."

"I suggested setting up a tutoring center under the school's name, and providing after-school tutoring for junior and senior high school students using supplementary teaching materials. Those who can get into our school must be quite capable, right? Those who are good at math can teach math, those who are good at Chinese can teach Chinese, and those who have experience in preparing for the middle school and college entrance exams can compile supplementary teaching materials. Everyone can do their job and teach according to their aptitude. This way, poor students can earn money, and the school teachers can also earn some benefits."

After Huang Xiaochuan finished speaking, Wu Duo patted Huang Xiaochuan on the shoulder: "Your idea is fantastic!"

Ding Yi did a quick mental calculation and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Leaving aside other places, the number of junior and senior high school students in Shanghai alone is enormous. Even if only one in a thousand of them buys tutoring materials or comes to tutoring centers, that's still quite frightening."

Wu Duo was more politically astute than Ding Yi. He pointed out, "On the surface, this is an economic issue, but looking deeper, it's a political one. Solving the economic problems of impoverished students is a political achievement!"

Then he said to Huang Xiaochuan, "If you were to go into politics in the future, you could probably reach the ministerial level. It's just a pity that your ambitions lie elsewhere. Are you just going to hand over such a good opportunity to someone else?"

Huang Xiaochuan chuckled and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Perhaps what you think is what I'm good at is actually not what I'm good at?"