In the opulent study, as usual, the computer was already powered on, displaying the day's market index page.
Yang Conglong walked over, skillfully entered his password, and hit enter. The account logged in immediately.
"Boss Yang, Boss Qin, what's the move today?"
Mao Huasheng, ever diligent, was already seated at the computer, awaiting instructions.
Yang Conglong, however, turned his gaze to Qin Chuan, awaiting the final word.
"Go long across the board, firmly long!"
Qin Chuan spoke slowly, his tone unwavering each time, carrying a powerful, irresistible signal.
"Understood!"
Mao Huasheng didn't ask further questions and quickly began preparing.
"Qin Chuan, do you mean the Hang Seng index is going to rise today?"
Yang Conglong asked curiously.
"Yes!"
Qin Chuan nodded. "I don't believe Hong Kong will let this index fall endlessly. It's already dropped over fifty percent from its peak."
"I'm bullish today!"
This statement caused Mao Huasheng, sitting at the computer, to nod in agreement. He also felt the Hang Seng Index had fallen too much and was due for a decent rebound.
"Qin Chuan, are we going long today because of what you dreamed about?"
Yang Conglong, unaware of any insider information, discreetly pulled Qin Chuan aside and whispered. He was now quite convinced of Qin Chuan's claims; after all, the profits were tangible, and there was no other explanation.
"Yes! I dreamed it!"
Qin Chuan also whispered back.
This instantly put Yang Conglong's restless heart at ease. He loudly instructed Mao Huasheng, "Remember, we're going long and bullish today!"
Soon, it was ten o'clock, and the market opened.
Following Qin Chuan's orders, Mao Huasheng went all-in on long positions the moment the market opened, maintaining the usual ten times leverage, without any hesitation.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people worldwide, the Hang Seng Index dipped a few points right at the opening bell, then rapidly rebounded and surged.
In less than a minute, it had risen by one percent, a wild surge of over seventy points, truly frenzied.
"It's rising! It's really rising!"
"Ahhh, holy crap! It's actually rising!"
Yang Conglong, witnessing the market quickly turn red and surge upwards, danced with joy.
A bright smile spread across Qin Chuan's face. His memory hadn't failed him; the Hang Seng Index was indeed rising today. The famous Hong Kong financial defense battle of later years was officially kicking off.
The funds they held now amounted to twelve million one hundred and ninety thousand. With ten times leverage and going all-in, that meant one hundred and twenty-one million ninety thousand – a staggering figure.
For every one percent the index rose, they earned nearly one point two million. It was practically like grabbing money.
Qin Chuan eagerly anticipated how many points the Hang Seng Index would climb today and how much profit they would make.
Time ticked by. The Hang Seng Index was exceptionally volatile today. In less than an hour, it had already surged by two percent. Every time the index dipped, there were eager buyers, followed by a rapid surge.
The market opened at ten o'clock, and by the time the morning session closed at twelve-thirty, the Hang Seng Index had risen a full three point five percent.
While the account status of others was unknown, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong had reaped an astonishing profit of over four point two million in just one morning.
This number was a record; in a single morning, they had earned more than their combined total for the previous three days.
Yang Conglong suspected he was hallucinating, staring at the account for a long, long time. Only after absolute confirmation did he start grinning foolishly.
In his entire life, he had never made so much money, especially not in the stock or futures markets. The current profits not only covered all his previous stock market losses but also added a significant surplus, giving him a surreal sense of transformation.
"Qin Chuan, I don't need to say anything else. From now on, you are truly my god of wealth!"
"As long as we're playing futures, I'll do whatever you say!"
During lunch, Yang Conglong said to Qin Chuan with immense admiration.
Qin Chuan smiled, looking at his excited brother-in-law. He paused and said, "Brother Long, to be honest with you!"
"My dreams can only last until the end of August at best. After August, this kind of divine ability I have might not work anymore."
"So, the opportunity for us to make money is within this August."
"I'm really a complete novice in the futures market, not even a beginner. I'm more like a raw recruit."
Yang Conglong sighed upon hearing this.
"Furthermore, after this August, I'm afraid I won't be touching futures or even stocks for a while."
"At the same time, I advise you to stay away from the futures and stock markets. With our capabilities, we simply can't thrive in this market."
"We were able to make money this time purely due to sheer dumb luck, understand?"
Yang Conglong nodded. "I understand. When you leave, I'll seal this account up again."
"We'll play again when you can have the same dreams."
"Haha!!"
Qin Chuan was amused by Yang Conglong's words. Having the same dreams again seemed highly improbable.
"Close the positions! Close all positions!"
"We've earned enough today!"
Qin Chuan gave the decisive order. Mao Huasheng, who had been operating the computer, immediately closed the positions.
The buy and sell contracts were instantly executed, and the tangible profits appeared in the account.
A profit of over ten million yuan. The long string of eight-digit red numbers was dizzying, making his blood pressure soar, and he could barely stand steady.
The account, which had started at twelve million one hundred and ninety thousand, now stood at over twenty-two million two hundred and sixty thousand. It was utterly insane.