Old hands at stock trading know the terror of a market crash.
It's a sheer, unstoppable plunge, leaving you watching your money dwindle until only despair remains.
You'd wish for the market to close immediately, just to halt the losses and catch your breath.
But that's for stocks. Futures are quite different.
Futures allow you to go short and long.
And you can trade them T+0, selling anytime.
Going short means you bet on the market index falling; going long, of course, is betting on it rising.
But if you think futures are that simple, you'd be dead wrong. While futures trading is indeed flexible and allows for both short and long positions, it's not for the faint of heart.
The futures market is fickle, a true test of nerves. You never know what the next second will bring. New and old traders alike are like moths, drawn to the flames, knowing the danger but plunging in nonetheless, enduring the torment.
They say, "Nine out of ten gamblers lose," and this holds true for stocks and futures.
Only a select few truly profit. The vast majority see their hard-earned money ruthlessly harvested by market makers.
They squander your money on fine wine, women, and luxury cars, living a decadent life, while you're left regretting and slapping yourself after losing.
In reality, you're frugal, unwilling to splurge on new clothes, shoes, or a good meal. Yet, in the stock market, you're a spendthrift, losing the equivalent of an iPhone in a single day.
If Qin Chuan didn't have the "Rebirth Bug," he wouldn't dare touch futures or stocks.
Returning to the topic, the sudden market crash was a godsend for those who went short. In mere seconds, everyone in the trading room watched Qin Chuan's account, previously in the red, instantly turn green and then red again, the numbers climbing.
"My God, is… is this real?"
Many were dumbfounded by this miraculous sight. Some even clutched their heads, their eyes about to pop out.
They had just seen Qin Chuan lose over three million yuan in minutes, assuming he was done for. Yet, in less than an hour, not only had the three million been recovered, but his account was now in profit.
What else could this be but a miracle?
This is precisely what makes stocks and futures so addictive. Here, no one knows what the next second holds.
"Continue to add another twenty million, still shorting!"
While everyone marveled, Qin Chuan remained calm, instructing the trader to increase the bet, continuing to short.
Soon, the order was executed. Qin Chuan had now invested sixty million in capital, which, with a ten-fold leverage, became six hundred million. This was a substantial sum.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the computer screens.
As mentioned before, the market is unpredictable. Just as everyone assumed the market would continue its downward spiral, it stabilized and began to climb, soon turning green again.
Qin Chuan's account once again showed a loss. The entire process was incredibly thrilling, taking you to the heavens one moment and plunging you into hell the next.
Those with weak constitutions are truly not suited for this infernal game.
And so, as time passed, the market fluctuated, turning red, then green, and back again.
However, this situation, which lasted for over three hours, finally broke!
Perhaps the market makers had finished selling off, and the market began its sharp decline.
In just half an hour, it plummeted by 1.6%, the index falling relentlessly.
Qin Chuan's account profit grew larger and larger, captivating everyone's attention.
"Breaking ten million!!"
"Breaking ten million!!!"
Everyone stared intently at the numbers in Qin Chuan's account, shouting in unison, their expressions ecstatic, like a group of gamblers.
At some point, Qin Chuan's profit had reached over eight million yuan, an astonishing figure, and it continued to grow with the market's plunge.
With an initial investment of sixty million and ten times leverage, six hundred million was at play. If the market fell by two percent, that would be twelve million.
This profit was terrifying, making everyone's eyes turn green with envy.
This is the magic of the stock and futures markets. Here, Qin Chuan, doing nothing but giving a few instructions to the trader, sipping tea, snacking, and smoking, looks so elegant.
In just a few hours, the profit exceeded ten million. Who wouldn't be envious? Who wouldn't be tempted?
This was real money, not virtual game numbers, money that could be withdrawn to a bank account.
The earnings in just a few hours surpassed what many companies made in a year, or even several years, let alone ordinary people who might never earn that much in several lifetimes.
Whether it was the shouts of the crowd or some other reason, the market continued to plummet, and Qin Chuan's profit truly broke through the ten million mark.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!!! Hahahaha!!!"
"Qin Chuan, you truly are the god of stocks, trusting you is always right!"
"We've actually made money, and a whole ten million at once!!"
Huang Qi leaped from his seat and hugged Qin Chuan, overcome with emotion.
This ten million profit included some of his money. At the same time, his elder brother-in-law, Yang Conglong, became incredibly excited, grinning foolishly.
This scene deeply affected everyone present. Their eyes turned red because Qin Chuan was earning so much.
Ten million!
That was ten million, not a thousand yuan. With such a large sum right before their eyes, no one was unmoved.
They were all ordinary people, eating grains and vegetables, possessing seven emotions and six desires.
An Nuo and Fang Rumei tightly covered their mouths, their eyes wide open. At this moment, even Teacher Yang, Yang Zimo, was unfazed, deeply shocked.
She truly didn't know Qin Chuan had such an incredible skill, making ten million in a few hours.
However, what no one expected was that the market's plunge hadn't stopped. After a period of fluctuation, it began to fall again.
Two percent!
Two point three percent…
Two point five percent…
Three percent!
When the market crashed to three percent, Qin Chuan's profit was already approaching twenty million. The intensely red numbers had dyed everyone's eyes red.
A few minutes later, it truly became twenty million.
"Close the position!"
"Qin Chuan, close it quickly! This profit is enough! Oh my heavens!"
Seeing Qin Chuan's profit exceed twenty million, many began to urge him to stop, telling him he had made enough for the day.
Qin Chuan remained unmoved, calmly smoking his cigarette.
Amidst the swirling smoke, a pair of deep, bright eyes seemed to encompass the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
"Xiao Mo, go quickly and try to persuade Qin Chuan to sell. What if it goes back up later? Wouldn't all this happiness be in vain!"
Seeing that they couldn't persuade Qin Chuan, everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Yang Zimo, hoping she could convince him.
Yang Zimo gently bit her red lip, her expression hesitant, and finally shook her head.
"I don't understand stocks, let alone futures. Whatever Qin Chuan wants to do, I'll go with it. I can't interfere. He has his own ideas."