This afternoon, the three of them arrived at the provincial capital's famous food street, sampling various specialty snacks. Afterwards, they drove to the bustling pedestrian street.
With Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong, the two lively characters, there was never a dull moment or lack of excitement. Even the normally aloof and fairy-like Teacher Yang Zimo, Yang, left behind a trail of laughter throughout the journey.
By the time they finished, it was already past ten in the evening.
Yang's parents called, inquiring about the siblings' whereabouts. They sternly warned their son against taking his sister to any disreputable places, threatening to beat him to death if he dared.
Initially, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong had planned to visit "Night Elf" again tonight. However, with Yang Zimo present, it was clearly out of the question.
Ultimately, they had to reluctantly abandon the plan. Qin Chuan returned to the hotel where he had stayed the previous night, while Yang Conglong and Yang Zimo chose to go home.
Back at the hotel, Qin Chuan found himself in bed, exchanging text messages with Teacher Yang. This had almost become a ritual.
Years later, recalling this event, both of them felt a flood of sweet memories.
The night passed quickly, ushering in a new day.
Around nine in the morning, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong, familiar with the way, once again arrived at the Zhongcai Futures brokerage.
Their appearance was met with a warm reception, even the manager came out to greet them.
Qin Chuan suspected that their substantial profits from yesterday must have been publicized by Mao Huasheng. After all, earning over seven hundred thousand in a single day was a considerable sum, especially in this era.
Seven hundred thousand was an amount many families could not earn in a lifetime.
"Boss Qin, Boss Yang, how are we operating today?"
Mao Huasheng stood by, smiling enthusiastically, in the same large client room as yesterday.
Yang Conglong turned his gaze to Qin Chuan's face. "Qin Chuan, what should we do today?"
Yesterday, it was Qin Chuan who decided to short, and there was that strange dream, which led to their profit. What should they do today?
"Continue to short!"
Qin Chuan said without hesitation. Although he knew the general trend, he couldn't precisely predict the daily fluctuations. Who knew if it would rise or fall today?
Today was August 12th. Tomorrow would definitely be a day of significant decline, with the index falling to around 6,600 points.
But Qin Chuan didn't know how the market would behave today.
However, as long as the overall trend remained unchanged, they wouldn't lose money.
"Okay, let's continue to short!"
Yang Conglong instructed Mao Huasheng.
"Bosses, are we going all-in again?"
Mao Huasheng asked.
"Of course, what else?"
Yang Conglong replied without hesitation.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan opened his mouth to stop him but eventually gave up. It didn't matter; even if it rose today, it would fall tomorrow.
"Bosses, are we also investing the seventy-two thousand we earned yesterday?"
Mao Huasheng asked, sitting in front of the computer and starting to operate, then suddenly looking up.
"Let's not use that seventy-two thousand. Let's set it aside for now!"
Qin Chuan said.
Soon, the market opened at ten o'clock.
The fluctuations of the Hang Seng Index once again attracted global attention. The index falling below the 7,000 mark yesterday had shattered many people's hopes, leading to widespread bearish sentiment today.
No one knew where the bottom was or how many points it would fall to.
Within seconds of opening, as expected, the index continued to fall, reaching 6,708 points.
"It's falling again! It's falling! Haha!!"
Yang Conglong shouted excitedly as he saw the market decline.
A smile also appeared on Qin Chuan's face, but soon the index rapidly began to rise, turning positive in less than a few seconds.
"Holy crap, is it going to rise today?"
Yang Conglong's eyes widened. Not just him, but everyone was staring intently at the market.
Time flew by. Under the gaze of the entire world, the index began to climb slowly, turning green. Those who had gone long started to profit, while those who had shorted began to lose money.
That's just how the market is.
Meanwhile, the funds in Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong's accounts began to shrink, having lost tens of thousands of yuan.
"Qin Chuan, judging by this, the market seems to be turning green today."
"So be it. Even the stock market god can't accurately predict every day's fluctuations."
Qin Chuan appeared very calm.
"Even if it rises today, with the profits from yesterday, we won't touch our principal."
"How about this, let's hedge. Let's use a million yuan to go long?"
Yang Conglong suggested.
"And what if it falls later?"
Qin Chuan asked.
"The stock and futures markets are constantly changing. Who knows what will happen? It might rise in the morning and fall in the afternoon. I'm not moving anyway!"
Yang Conglong fell silent, as this was the reality. No one could predict what would happen in the next second.
"Fine, let's just do as you say. We'll just lie flat!"
"Even if we lose money today, we'll just lose all the money we made yesterday!"
Yang Conglong was quite philosophical and didn't bother making any more moves.
As time passed quickly, by the end of the morning session, the index had risen by 0.8%, and their accounts showed a loss of over 160,000 yuan.
After a lunch break, the market reopened at 2:30 PM.
The index began to fall, and the account loss reduced from 160,000 to 80,000 yuan.
In the large client room, Qin Chuan drank his beverage and smoked, his expression unreadable.
Yang Conglong, initially nervous, had also completely relaxed, eating snacks and cracking melon seeds.
As it approached four o'clock, the market began to surge sharply. The index rose by one point and continued to push upwards.
At this point, their losses had reached about twenty thousand yuan. Yang Conglong glanced at Qin Chuan and found him as calm as still water.
Such composure and self-control, if one didn't know the truth, would definitely mistake him for an old hand rather than a novice who didn't even know the basic account opening procedures.
"Mao Huasheng, we won't close our positions today. In the last minute before closing, invest the remaining seventy-two thousand yuan, and we'll firmly short!"
Qin Chuan stood up and said. Yang Conglong remained silent, clearly still trusting Qin Chuan.
"Understood, Boss!"
Mao Huasheng was highly professional. He did what his boss told him to do without any unnecessary questions.
Soon, the day's market closed. The Hang Seng Index rose by 1.17%, reaching 6859.48 points. Qin Chuan's side suffered a loss of nearly 230,000 yuan.
Yesterday, they earned 720,000 yuan, and today they lost 230,000 yuan. After accounting for this, they still had a profit of 490,000 yuan.
The two of them walked out of the large client room. Qin Chuan offered Yang Conglong a cigarette and asked with a smile, "How does it feel to lose money?"
"It is what it is. I've gotten used to it!"
Yang Conglong's mindset was also excellent. He even joked, "This is the normal process of the stock and futures market, with gains and losses."
"If a novice like you, who just started, made money every day, tens of thousands of yuan daily, I would suspect you had some secret channel for information."
"Hahaha!"
Qin Chuan was amused by this remark. "If I really had a secret channel, would my current assets be so meager?"
"By the way, Brother Long, I want to inject the remaining two million yuan of my funds as well."
Qin Chuan suddenly put on a serious expression.
"I know what you're going to advise me. Don't worry, we're all adults and will take responsibility for our actions. If I truly lose it all, I will have no regrets."