Ma Dingdang took out the key and opened the door, took Yang Yifei back home, and shouted habitually, but the saying "I'm back" turned into "We're back."

Madonna was cooking as usual. At this time, five dishes were already on the table. When she heard the sound of Ma Dingtang, she subconsciously came out and took a look. Seeing Yang Yifei coming back with her, a smile immediately appeared on her face.

"A Fei will sit for a while, and the food will be ready soon."

"Hey, auntie, I'm so troubled you." Yang Yifei was as polite as ever.

"No trouble, no trouble, this kid, haha."

Madonna returned to the kitchen, and Ma Dingdang ran to Ma Dalong's room to take a look, but saw him lying on the bed with a decadent face.

Ma Dingdang's shoulders collapsed, shook his head helplessly, walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, looked at Ma Dalong, and said, "Has failed again?"

The word "全" expresses Ma Dalong's sadness and Ma Dingdang's helplessness.

Ma Dalong looked at his sister with grievance and said, "I just played a few notes, and they rang the bell and told me to leave, and they didn't listen to me at all."

Ma Dingdang scratched his head and said carefully: "Brother, have you ever thought that maybe you are not suitable for this industry, should you consider doing something else?"

Ma Dalong looked at the ceiling blankly, but his voice was inexplicably firm, "But music is my dream. I believe I will succeed. If I believe, I will succeed. If I don't believe, I will not succeed. If I believe, I will succeed..."

Ma Dingdang held his forehead with his hands, silently got up and walked out of the room. The guy was helpless.

Yang Yifei looked at Ma Dingdang, who was walking out with a broken expression on his face, and almost couldn't help laughing. He could hear the conversation just now clearly. Ma Dalong's brainwashing sentence was so funny.

Ma Dingdang sat down beside Yang Yifei, slumped on the sofa. He pretended to be unknown and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ma Dingdang said powerlessly: "My elder brother went to participate in the audition audition for the singing competition today, and he was wiped out as soon as he got on it. It has been more than once, but he still couldn't recognize the reality."

Yang Yifei pursed his lips and sighed: "Yes! This is an era of face-based viewing, and his talent is becoming less and less valuable."

Ma Dingdang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Yang Yifei's eyes rolled and said, "Otherwise, I will pay for it and let him pay for the record at his own expense, and then spend money to ask the major radio stations to play it."

"The listeners can't see his face, they can only listen to his songs. In this way, maybe his situation will change once his song becomes popular?"

In this era, families that can own TVs and video recorders have already belonged to well-off families, and more are the lower-level citizens who cannot afford TVs.

It would be nice if they had a radio that could play tapes at home, most of them had only one semiconductor that could only listen to radio stations.

Therefore, radio stations in this era are still very popular. As long as they can be played on radio stations, with Ma Dalong's level and the classic songs written by Yang Yifei for him, they will definitely become popular.

Ma Dingdang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "It sounds good, but it will cost a lot of money!"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Don't talk about money to me. It's not a big deal that money can solve. As long as you are interested, everyone will be happy."

"Actually, this is also an investment. Anyway, I want to open an entertainment company in the future. If Brother Long becomes popular, sign in to my company in the future. Sooner or later, the money I spent now can be earned back."

After hearing his words, Ma Dingdang happily pecked his face on his face, got up again and ran towards Ma Dalong's room.

After a moment, Ma Dalong rushed out in a hurry and shouted excitedly: "A Fei, are you saying true? Are you really willing to pay for me to record?"

Yang Yifei looked at him and smiled and said, "As long as you want, we will go to a professional recording studio and band tomorrow, and I will write songs and arrange songs for you myself."

Ma Dalong excitedly held Yang Yifei's hand and said, "A Fei, thank you, you are so nice to me, I..."

Ma Dalong choked for a moment and couldn't even speak. He just grabbed Yang Yifei's hand with both hands and kept shaking up and down. Then Ma Dingdang, who came out, looked at Yang Yifei with a sweet smile when he saw this.

Yang Yifei was quite amused and crying. He patted Ma Dalong's back of his hand and said, "Everyone is your own, don't be so disgusting! A successful singer must be able to control his emotions and be calm."

"Yeah, I'll be calm, calm."

The sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped, and Madonna walked out with the last dish, "Everyone is washing their hands and starting to eat, huh? What are you doing?"

"I'm fine, calm, hehe."

"ha?"

From this moment on, Ma Dalong not only said that if you believe it, you won’t, you won’t, you will not," he added another catchphrase to “calmness”.

...

At the dinner table, Ma Dingdang told Madonna about Yang Yifei's preparation to pay for Ma Dalong to release a record, but found that Madonna was not as happy as she imagined.

She frowned slightly and looked at Ma Dalong, who was full of honesty, and then looked at Yang Yifei and said, "A Fei, it takes a lot of money to release a record, right? Dalong is ignorant, don't mess around with him."

When Ma Dalong heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied and was about to retort. When he saw Madonna's sharp gaze, he became depressed again and muttered: "Calm, calm."

As he said that, he was raising rice with his own mouth, and he stopped looking at his aunt.

Yang Yifei comforted him: "Auntie, don't worry, I've calculated that I'll give Brother Long a record, and 500,000 should be able to handle it all, nothing."

Madonna glared at her eyes and her voice slightly raised: "How much did you say? There's nothing left?"

In this era, the average monthly income of the working class in Hong Kong was about 3,000 yuan, while the basic living expenses were nearly 2,000 yuan, and about 1,000 yuan could be saved per month.

This is also the reason why many Hong Kong people can't afford a house in their entire lives. Most Hong Kong people rent houses until they die.

Including Madonna and the others now and Ma Xiaoling twenty years later, Ma Xiaoling also rented a house before taking over Ma Dingdang's bar.

500,000 is already an astronomical figure for most Hong Kong ordinary people, and it is a huge sum of money that you can never save in your life.

Ma Dingdang usually goes out to help people catch ghosts and exorcises evil spirits, but he only charges a few hundred to a few thousand yuan. Last time, the office building only charged 6,500 yuan.

Moreover, such a "big business" has not been encountered once in a few months. Most of it is a job of one or two thousand, which occasionally shocks people. Jiayang Fire and other things only charge a few hundred yuan.

It’s not that there is a business at any time. It’s good to have five or six businesses a month, and their average monthly income is only 10,000 yuan.

So when she heard Yang Yifei say that it would cost 500,000 yuan to release a record for Ma Dalong, Ma Dana was shocked because in her opinion, a deposit of 500,000 yuan is the guarantee of life, and she will not have to worry about food or clothing in the next twenty years.

Yang Yifei comforted and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I'm also an investment. Brother Long's songs will definitely become popular. As long as he becomes famous, it will become easy to make money. He can make money back soon."

Madonna looked up and down with a skeptical look, but she couldn't see how her silly nephew looked like she could be popular.

Madonna pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "A Fei, it's not that aunt is troublesome! Can you tell aunt how much money do you have?"

Yang Yifei scratched his head and said uncertainly: "There are probably more than 200 million points!"

"puff"

Ma Dingdang and Ma Dalong suddenly spit out a mouthful of rice when they heard this. Fortunately, they saw the opportunity quickly and turned their heads in time and did not spray on the dining table.

Madonna looked at Yang Yifei dumbly, and it took a long time to come to her senses. When Madonna stared at him blankly, Yang Yifei felt uncomfortable all over and even slowed down her eating movements.

I muttered in my heart that I wouldn't tell the truth if I had known it. I said that I only had a few million, so maybe she would be more likely to accept it!

Madonna asked carefully: "A Fei, how could you have so much money?"

Yang Yifei said: "It makes money by trading stocks, buying futures, doing foreign exchange, etc. At the beginning, I only had dozens of kilograms of gold left by my master. After I sold the gold for money, I started to do these."

"The projects I do can calculate probability through statistics. If you pay more attention to international current affairs, you can get a lot of useful information."

"The Fourth Middle East War broke out five years ago, and the economic crisis caused by oil prices, most people, even many countries, were severely impacted, but I made more than 100 million."

No one understands what Yang Yifei said about Madonna. Ma Dingdang asked curiously: "How did you make money?"

Yang Yifei roughly explained: "It's very simple! I foreseeed this Middle East War through some phenomena, even on-site inspections, and found some top-secret information that ordinary people would never know."

"I know that the Arab member states of the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries are preparing to recover the price of oil and raise the price sharply, so I took the lead in investing 60 million to buy crude oil."

"As expected, within a few months, the price of crude oil increased from $3.011 per barrel to $10.651, more than tripled, and my 60 million became 180 million."

Yang Yifei didn't talk about anything professional. The theory he mentioned was simple and simple. Madonna and others understood it as soon as they heard it. It was just buying low and selling high!

Ma Dalong looked at Madanna resentfully and said, "It is also an ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Why didn't our Ma family leave dozens of kilograms of gold for us?"

Madonna glared at him and scolded, "You think gold is a cabbage?"

After saying that, she also showed a bit of resentment on her face. Ma Dingdang looked funny. After she swept off the rice sprayed on the ground with a broom, she asked Yang Yifei curiously: "How come your master is so rich?"

Yang Yifei said: "It has been accumulated from generation to generation. Our Qingyun Sect is good at refining weapons and medicines. Many people in the Taoist practice come to us to help refine magic weapons or spiritual medicines. If you don't have that friendship, of course you can't help in vain, so..."

Yang Yifei spread his hands, Ma Dingdang understood, and Madonna sighed, "So, no matter what, you need to have a skill to make a fortune!"

Yang Yifei grinned, for some reason, but after Madonna said this, he felt a sense of joy inexplicably.

In fact, the Ma family is not unable to make a fortune, but they have always adhered to the duty of keeping the right and warding off evil spirits. Since Madonna moved forward, he never charged money to catch ghosts and drive away evil spirits. He always only needed to take care of a full meal.

It was not until the generation of Ma Dingdang that his thinking finally opened up a little. Otherwise, let alone a well-off family, it would be difficult to even have enough food and clothing. After all, it is the economic era, and it is not enough to have enough food in the old society.

Therefore, thinking determines destiny.

Yang Yifei made up the origin of his family wealth and breathed a sigh of relief. He could not say that his money was won by gambling through unconventional means. In this way, it would most likely cause Madonna, a scheming disgust.

Having said that, I realized that Yang Yifei is very rich and has a clean background, so Madonna no longer cares about Ma Dalong's affairs, so they can do whatever they want.

Yang Yifei's heart moved. Since he said this, it would be better to make footnotes for some things first. He said, "By the way, the political situation in Iran has begun to turmoil recently. If nothing unexpected happens, war will likely occur in the near future."

"Iran is also a major oil exporter. If nothing unexpected happens, oil prices will surge again. So I plan to go to Iran in a while. The time is uncertain. It doesn't matter if you can't find me at that time."

He is really not talking nonsense, but it is true. At the end of 1978, the political situation of Iran, the world's second largest oil exporter, changed drastically.

Iran's pro-US moderate king Pahlavi stepped down, and the Iran-Iraq War broke out, and global oil production was greatly affected, from 5.8 million barrels a day to below 1 million barrels.

With the sharp drop in production, oil prices began to soar in 1979, from $13 per barrel to $34 in 1980, triggering a second oil crisis.

Although those before were fabricated, this time he really planned to go to Iran to buy crude oil and make a fortune.

Now there are more than two months left before the end of the year, and it is completely time for no one to predict the sudden outbreak of the Iraq-Iran war. He went to give money to Iran and the other party would refuse.

If you exchange all the remaining 200 million Hong Kong dollars for US dollars to buy oil, and once again after two years, the 200 million Hong Kong dollars can be at least doubled and a half. If someone sells 34 US dollars per barrel, he will sell 30 US dollars per barrel. Are you still worried about sales?

After hearing Yang Yifei's words, Ma Dingdang asked excitedly: "How much can you make this time?"

Yang Yifei said: "It's certain to make money, and it's uncertain how much you earn, but I think you can make money by more than twice. It's okay to make 300 million in a year and a half."
To be continued...