Full text of the old monk beating drums

The young monk sat in the stock market and looked around, listening to a person talking about ups and downs. There are different views on rising, falling and falling. The young monk patted his forehead: "Amitabha!" " "Eighteen bamboo barrels beat around the bush in the young monk's heart. Is it up or down? The young monk was sweating with anxiety. Seeing that technology stocks have gone up, he wants to rush. Seeing that chemical fiber stocks have gone up, he wants to rush, and the money is useless: "Amitabha! Amitabha! " The old monk dragged his feet, looked at the sky and sat outside the door.

When the young monk saw Master running in a hurry, he brought a stack of newspapers and shouted, "Master, who is right?" The old monk picked up a newspaper fan and whispered, "Money is like a drum. If you beat the drum, it will ring. Where did you say? " The young monk realized that technology rang, chemical fiber rang, a little bit, everywhere. The young monk pressed his pocket and thought, "If you have money, you are afraid of not having stocks."

The young monk bought a small drum and knocked it. Psychological smile is "drumming".