Listen to me: A Financial Edition of Water Margin: A Financial Edition of Water Margin

Author: Xiong Yuan
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Publish Date: 2003-04-01
Features: Edge Finance Literature Series. Mocking ancient literature, it is not without humor. Take this book "You Listen to Me": "Once, in the Song Dynasty, there was a listed company called Liangshan. Its full name is 'Liangshan Grassband Stock Company.' From this, you can not only find great fun but may also inspire you to 'dig for treasures' in ancient culture! What Kind of Bird Are You? What Kind of Bird Are You? The Memoirs of a Little Rascal from Liangshan Poverty is a Disease Who is Who? Who is Who?. The Stones in the Sky and the Ranking of 108 People What Kind of Bird Are You? As someone who holds deep reverence for the sky and flying, I am delighted to see many enterprises named after birds. As the most basic organizational form in the current economic society, some are called companies, and some are called groups. I am not referring to all enterprises; I can only speak of those I know and have seen. I have seen and known many university enterprises. Unfortunately, I am currently serving one of them, so let's take my company as an example for authenticity and naturalness. Since it calls itself a bird, it naturally shares the commonality of its species: having a pair of developed or underdeveloped wings, having had or still having the experience of flying in the sky, such as the eagles and sparrows that can still fly very high, the roosters and fish eagles that fly occasionally, and the quail and chickens in chicken farms that only have the thought "sometimes it's good to think about it." If Zhuangzi's encounter with the Kun Peng after taking medicine was indeed real, then we ordinary mortals can only meet the sacred entity in dreams, sharing our hearts and souls. Comparing oneself to a bird is simply to take its soaring in the blue sky and lofty aspirations. For example, when I am on the public bus crawling forward like a worm during Beijing's morning and evening rush hours, I especially long to be a bird with strong wings to surpass the ordinary daily life and the happy crowds constantly scheming against each other, to return safely and quickly to my small apartment half a Beijing city away from my workplace. Although there is no warm embrace of a wife and only a lonely, dimly lit lamp, and I have to light the gas myself to boil a cup of hot water, it would be just as good to be like the young boy in the Swedish fairy tale who travels with a goose. I have a large, snow-white goose between my legs, traveling eighty miles a day and a hundred miles at night. In a daze, I will fly, and in a daze, I am a bird too.