Sorry, the Market Analysis Is Late
2007/11/15 21:47:45
Sorry, the market analysis is late. As soon as the market closed today, I was dragged off to inspect an enterprise. The Party Secretary personally came out — what could I do? Once I arrived, everyone was in a panic, treating you like a Midas touch. Bitter indeed — no choice. Please forgive me, everyone.
This ID is now speaking after drinking over a jin of Wuliangye. Though quite clearheaded, everyone should understand the depth of suffering this ID has endured in the N hours since the market closed. Bitter, truly bitter.
Today, 5462 points wasn't even touched — that's simply outrageous. Having drunk a bit, this ID really must make a wild declaration: without this ID, the bulls are impotent goods. They can't even touch 5462, do the bulls want to die? This ID is now rambling after drinking, but if I don't curse them, I won't feel better.
In the coming days, first stand above 5462, so this ID can feel the bulls still have some manly equipment. Otherwise, this ID will henceforth declare that the bulls have no heads at all — they're all Zhongguancun merchandise, and the bulls have nothing to complain about.
Here, let me first explain a historical anecdote — people outside Beijing probably don't know this. Zhongguancun is actually "Zhongguan Village." "Zhongguan" means "eunuch." China's first so-called technology village was historically a village of eunuchs. Should you cry or laugh?
I've had too much to drink, so there's no need for technical analysis. 5462 points. Bulls — if you want to prove you're not Zhongguancun merchandise, get it up there. Otherwise, this ID's next post title will be: "The Bulls Are All Zhongguancun Merchandise."
Sorry, my thoughts are confused. I probably won't have a chance for market analysis tomorrow either. I'll make up for it on Saturday after returning to Beijing.
Beijing is not always Zhongguancun. Let the eunuchs of Zhongguancun be eunuchs. Beijing men, please man up a bit. Don't make this ID look down on you.
Time to wash up and sleep. I hate Wuliangye — the most disgusting liquor.
Heading off now. See you Saturday.