"Brother Long!"
Qin Chuan called out from the steps.
Upon hearing the voice, Yang Conglong, who was below, looked up and saw Qin Chuan. He immediately let go of his female companion, strode up the steps, and looked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to open an account. What about you, Brother Long? Do you also like playing the stock market?"
Qin Chuan's eyes were strange.
Yang Conglong looked dejected. "Damn it, don't even mention it. It makes me sad whenever I think about it. So much of my pocket money is tied up in it!"
Qin Chuan thought about the current grim situation in the A-share market and Hong Kong. It was indeed bleak. It would be a miracle for stock investors to make money. They were all deeply trapped, unwilling to cut their losses.
It was exactly the same as in his previous life. They were all tall green leeks, reaped by the market makers, again and again.
However, if they could just endure these few days, starting from August 14th, both the A-share market and the Hong Kong stock market would see a dawn and usher in a long period of major market trends.
"Now is really not the time to cut losses. Hold on a bit longer. I think the darkest hour is almost over, and dawn is coming."
"So, I'm taking advantage of my trip to the provincial capital to open an account and try my luck. Maybe I can turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"
Qin Chuan comforted him.
"Alas, who knows when the dawn will come!"
Yang Conglong was clearly very pessimistic. Judging by his expression, Qin Chuan felt he must have lost quite a bit.
"By the way, what kind of account do you want to open? I have friends here, and it will be much easier to make arrangements."
Yang Conglong asked.
"I want to open a futures account, one that can trade the Hang Seng Index futures!"
Qin Chuan replied.
Yang Conglong, who was not very interested at first,'s eyes widened: "You actually want to trade futures? You've got guts!"
The female companion also looked at Qin Chuan in surprise.
Futures are known to be leveraged trading, with leverage of three, five, ten, twenty, thirty, or even a hundred or two hundred times. It's a typical case of "betting big with little."
Moreover, it's a T+0 two-way trading system, which is very convenient to operate.
But the loss in this game is equally terrifying. Positions can be liquidated at any moment, leaving people with nothing. God knows how many people have lost their fortunes.
"Futures can not only go long but also go short. With this market situation, what else is there to trade if not futures!"
Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"But the problem is, can you accurately predict which day will go up and which day will go down?"
Yang Conglong retorted.
"Let's give it a try. How will we know if we don't try?"
Qin Chuan shrugged.
"Heh, I didn't realize it, but you're quite bold, a novice daring to trade futures?"
Yang Conglong sneered.
"Brother Long's words carry a hidden meaning. How can you tell I'm a novice?"
Qin Chuan was a little surprised. How did Yang Conglong know he was a novice?
"Just by you standing here!"
Yang Conglong pointed at Qin Chuan and said, "Do you know what kind of account is needed to trade Hang Seng Index futures?"
Qin Chuan was stunned. He really didn't know about this.
In his previous life, he didn't play much, so much so that he wasn't even a novice. Both his stock and futures accounts were handled by friends. He simply didn't have the time to mess with such things.
When he had time and interest, he would occasionally dabble in it. For someone like him, it was a miracle not to lose money. After losing over a million yuan a few times, he gave up and focused on his career.
Reborn in this life, Qin Chuan was still the same novice, unchanged at all!
He didn't know many basic things. If he hadn't been so short of money recently, Qin Chuan would really not have wanted to get involved in such unknown things.
"Hang Seng Index futures are foreign exchanges, and they involve exchange rates. You can only deposit funds in Hong Kong dollars and US dollars. The official channel requires you to go to Hong Kong with your ID card, an overseas bank card, and various other documents!"
"Do you have these things?"
Yang Conglong rattled off a string of professional terms, completely baffling Qin Chuan. He really didn't know this.
At this moment, Qin Chuan felt he had never been so embarrassed. Damn it, he was so embarrassed!
Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had been rendered speechless and his face turned crimson.
"Alas, a newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger!"
Yang Conglong sighed. "I advise you to go back and focus on your business. Don't lose all the money you've worked hard to earn in this bottomless market!"
"This place truly devours people without spitting out the bones. No amount of wealth is enough to lose!"
Qin Chuan remained silent. This unexpected turn of events was something he hadn't anticipated. In the final analysis, he was too much of a novice, rushing in without even knowing the most basic knowledge.
However, missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he was extremely unwilling!
That's right, he was a novice in the stock market, a greenhorn in the futures market, but so what?
He had a special identity that no one else in this world possessed – a reborn person!
His mind recorded the economic trends and major opportunities for the next twenty-plus years.
There's a saying in later generations: "As long as you stand in the right wind, even a pig can fly."
He might be a greenhorn, a novice, but he was reborn, with a cheat code.
The function of this cheat code was to make money in industries he didn't understand, money that didn't rightfully belong to him.
So, after a long silence, Qin Chuan raised his head and looked at Yang Conglong.
"Brother Long, can you do me a favor?"
"What do you want?"
Yang Conglong instinctively felt something was wrong.
"I know you definitely have an account for trading Hang Seng Index futures. Can you lend it to me?"
Qin Chuan said.
"Don't worry, I won't use it for free. I'll give you sufficient compensation!"
"No!!"
Yang Conglong refused outright and sneered, "Qin Chuan, do you think I'm short of your little money?"
"I know you're not short of money, Brother Long, but... I really want to participate!"
Qin Chuan was anxious. Without an account, this opportunity would be truly missed. That was stacks of cash, more profitable than a printing press.
"Brother Long, I'm begging you!"
"I don't need your money. Just transfer all the money from your account and linked bank card. I only need to borrow your account for a while!"
Unexpectedly, Yang Conglong shook his head resolutely. "No means no!"
"Qin Chuan, I'm doing this for your own good. I can't stand by and watch you lose all the hard-earned money you've worked so hard for!"
"I know you mean well, Brother Long, but I... I have my difficulties!"
Qin Chuan said urgently.
"What difficulties do you have?"
Yang Conglong asked.
"I..."
Qin Chuan's eyes darted quickly, his brain cells working harder than ever. Finally, he took Yang Conglong's arm and led him to a secluded spot.
"To be honest, Brother Long, I'll tell you a secret. You must not tell anyone!"
Qin Chuan whispered conspiratorially.
His demeanor made Yang Conglong utterly curious.
"What is it? Hurry up and tell me. The stock market has already opened!"
"It doesn't matter if it's open. Over ninety percent of stocks have been falling in the last few days!"
Qin Chuan said with utmost certainty.
Yang Conglong glanced back at the electronic screen on the wall and found it was indeed a sea of red, a color that made one panic. He quickly averted his gaze.
"Brother Long, let me tell you, for some time now, I've been having strange dreams! All I dream about are stocks, not just on the mainland, but also in Hong Kong!"
Qin Chuan leaned into Yang Conglong's ear and said mysteriously.
"Especially in Hong Kong, where a spectacular counter-attack unfolded in my dream, telling me that in two more days, after August 13th, the Hang Seng Index in Hong Kong will usher in a super bull market that can last until the end of the month! If you can catch it, you'll make a lot of money..."
"Get lost! You're trying to fool me! Don't think I don't know these are your tricks!"
Before Qin Chuan could finish, Yang Conglong straightened up, his face full of mockery and disdain.
"I'm telling you, no matter how eloquently you speak, it won't work!"