At six in the morning, in a cozy bedroom in an apartment building, Qin Chuan was already awake.
Looking at Teacher Yang, who was still fast asleep beside him, her long eyelashes, exquisitely drawn face, and skin like white jade... his eyes revealed deep tenderness and love.
After a long and arduous journey, the two had finally achieved their goal.
Qin Chuan's heart was undoubtedly filled with joy and excitement. From today onwards, Yang Zimo would officially be his woman. In the future, he would shield her from all harm and allow no one to bully her. He wanted to earn a lot of money to make his woman the happiest in the world!
As he thought, vivid scenes of the bittersweet night before couldn't help but flash through Qin Chuan's mind. It was her first time, and Yang Zimo had cried tears of pain, almost making Qin Chuan give up halfway.
Fortunately, both of them knew that this step had to be taken, otherwise, they would have to endure such hardship again next time...
Resisting the temptation of the embrace, Qin Chuan quietly got out of bed with great willpower because the futures market was opening at seven o'clock.
However, just as he was getting dressed, he noticed that Yang Zimo had quietly opened her eyes at some point. Her bright, intelligent eyes were fixed on him.
"Baby, did I wake you up? I'm sorry, I should have been gentler."
Qin Chuan reached out and gently stroked Teacher Yang's smooth, jade-like face.
"If you're tired, you can sleep a little longer!"
Last night, Yang Zimo had been very strong. Even though it was her first time, she had endured him fully twice.
Given his current skills and capabilities as an experienced driver, these two times were not short.
Yang Zimo gently rubbed her face against his warm, broad palm and said, "I'm fine. Let's get up together and have breakfast!"
"Today is a very important day, and I can't miss it!"
The important day Yang Zimo was referring to was naturally the matter Qin Chuan had agreed to help everyone make money with last night. She believed that after a night, many people would have already raised the money.
Fifty million was perhaps a huge sum for ordinary people, but those guys were different.
As expected, when Qin Chuan and Yang Zimo arrived, everyone was already gathered, eagerly waiting for Qin Chuan, the protagonist. Many people had bloodshot eyes, clearly having had a sleepless night.
Seeing Qin Chuan and Yang Zimo get out of the car together, everyone immediately surrounded them, calling them "Brother" one after another with extremely attentive and obsequious attitudes.
If anyone familiar with the situation in Longcheng saw this scene, their jaws would drop.
Each of these second-generation heirs had powerful backing, and to have a group of Longcheng's top second-generation heirs acting like this was something few could achieve nationwide.
Qin Chuan's status was evident.
"Seeing everyone so diligently flattering me, I assume the fifty million quota has been raised?"
Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"Hehe, we didn't fail our mission. We guys didn't sleep all night yesterday, just looking for people to borrow money from!"
"Who says not? I swear I've never borrowed money from anyone in my life, but this time I had to set a precedent!"
"Last night, I almost fell out with my parents. If they didn't give me money, I wouldn't be their good son anymore!"
Ma Wenbo even said this.
His words almost made everyone burst into laughter.
"Now we're just short of Xiao Mo's five million!"
Fang Rumei suddenly said.
"I'll take care of Xiao Mo's five million. Let's all go in together!"
Qin Chuan took Teacher Yang's small hand and walked into the trading hall.
The group of people quickly followed behind, each with excited expressions, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Qin Chuan didn't bother to ask how much each person had raised. Whether it was one million, five million, or even ten million, he wouldn't earn a single cent, so there was no need to ask.
They arrived at the large trading room from yesterday. The professional traders were already waiting. Upon seeing Qin Chuan and his entourage, they bowed and greeted them.
"Xiao Dong, call your manager over. We need to speak with him."
Zhong Dongyao said to the professional trader.
He knew the manager here and was the one who introduced him to this place.
In Beijing, Zhong Dongyao had extensive connections. The manager quickly scurried over, bowing and greeting Zhong Dongyao.
Zhong Dongyao briefly explained their needs: they wanted a large trading room with at least two trading computers and a professional trader.
The manager immediately handled the request.
Soon, seven o'clock arrived. In the spacious and bright trading room, there were two computers, with a professional trader sitting in front of each.
The others crowded around the two computers, their expressions tense and expectant, their eyes glued to the screens.
As soon as the market opened, Qin Chuan's side continued to short. They invested twenty million as they had yesterday. At the other computer, the trader quickly followed suit, but due to the mismatch in funds, they followed Qin Chuan's investment ratio and put in seven million.
The atmosphere in the entire trading room was tense, with everyone's gaze fixed on the computer screens.
As expected, the market continued its downward trend from yesterday, falling 1.4% at the opening and continuing to slide.
After more than half an hour, the market had fallen by 2%. The bulls and bears were engaged in a fierce battle, but the bears clearly had the upper hand. Qin Chuan added another twenty million.
Time ticked by. Suddenly, around nine o'clock, the previously falling market began to rise rapidly, as if a major player was continuously going long with substantial funds.
The accounts that had been making profits began to shrink, and the red numbers kept decreasing.
Qin Chuan's initial profit of four to five million was halved in the blink of an eye, and the gains continued to dwindle.
Everyone held their breath, afraid to make a sound.
Qin Chuan, sitting calmly in front of the computer, issued a calm command when the market's decline was less than 1%: "Add another twenty million, continue to short!"
The trader quickly followed suit, and for a while, the market entered a state of intense fluctuation.
Of course, Qin Chuan's additional twenty million couldn't cause such a drastic swing in the market. Let alone twenty million, even two hundred billion wouldn't be enough.
Across the globe, in every corner, astronomical sums of money were being gambled by the bulls and bears, waiting to see which side would ultimately prevail.
After over twenty minutes of this tug-of-war, the market plummeted again, even more ferociously than the first time, breaking through 3%!
On the accounts that had little profit left half an hour ago, the numbers soared, shining brightly red.
Qin Chuan had already invested sixty million. With a ten-times leverage, that was six hundred million. A 3% drop meant a full eighteen million.
On the other computer following Qin Chuan's trades, the account also saw a profit of over three million, a considerable success.
Everyone was excited and highly stimulated. Some even started calling Qin Chuan "Stock God."
If yesterday's profit of twenty-five million was considered luck, then the additional eighteen million earned in just three to four hours today was not luck, but skill!
Many who had been uneasy found their hearts steadied.
Meanwhile, as Qin Chuan and his group were frantically raking in money in the futures market, at the entrance of a military hospital in Beijing, two tall and perfectly proportioned women, wearing masks, entered the hospital.
They found the pre-booked specialist and briefly explained their situation. The doctor then suggested using a pregnancy test.
Before long, the results were in.
Seeing the conspicuous two lines on the pregnancy test, Li Ya's eyes widened, and she was stunned for a long time.
Ding Ling, who was accompanying her, also widened her eyes, surprised that her good friend was actually pregnant.
"Ms. Li, congratulations. You are pregnant!"
The female specialist offered a smiling congratulation.
"Doctor, didn't they say that pregnant women experience symptoms like vomiting? Why don't I have any?"
After coming to her senses, Li Ya quickly asked.
The female specialist smiled and explained, "The symptoms of pregnancy vary among women. Morning sickness is just one of them. For example, increased sleepiness, cravings for sour and spicy food, or feeling listless in the morning are also common."
"Not experiencing morning sickness is actually a very good state. This way, you won't have to suffer too much during your ten months of pregnancy."
Li Ya carefully recalled her symptoms. She seemed to have been sleeping much longer than usual and had a strong craving for sour things.
"Doctor, please prescribe some medication to protect and nurture the pregnancy!"
Ding Ling spoke up.
"Of course, that's not a problem."
As Li Ya and Ding Ling walked out of the hospital together, Li Ya was still in a dazed state. She nearly stumbled while descending the steps, but luckily Ding Ling caught her.
"Li Ya, why do I feel like you're reacting so strongly to being pregnant?"
"Tell me honestly, where is the father of this child now?"
"And what is your current relationship status?"
Ding Ling had long noticed her good friend's unusual behavior. Seeing her stumble, she couldn't help but stop Li Ya and asked with a frown.
Li Ya looked up, revealing a slightly pale face.
She looked into her friend's eyes, parted her dry lips, but no sound came out.
Ding Ling furrowed her brow deeply.
"Li Ya, if you don't want this child, a pill can easily terminate it now!"
"No!!"
Almost as soon as Ding Ling finished speaking, Li Ya's voice rang out quickly. She instinctively put her hands on her stomach, her maternal instincts surfacing, her face resolute.
Ding Ling's eyebrows twitched wildly. "Who is this child's father? Why won't you call him when I tell you to, and why do you refuse to abort the child now?"
"Don't tell me you intend to have the child alone?"