Chapter 107: Love Nest Purchase Plan

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Tiannan Technology. In fact, leaving before the Thursday market close would have been enough, but Zhang Long did not do it. There is no need to run at the best profit point every time, as if every move had to be perfect. Gaining a little and losing a little was merely a smoke screen, enough to make the platform unable to predict accurately and follow blindly. The positions that are meant to be won are never handled softly.
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“Damn!”
Zhang Long swore, sold Tiannan Technology from his stock account, and paused for the moment. In the afternoon he would start buying a falling, wild stock, so he switched over to spot trading.
After watching the final short order from last night get knocked out by a stop-loss, he could not help bursting out again.
The loss was only about 200,000 yuan. It still left him with a net profit of one million from yesterday, which was some comfort.
“Keep shorting.”
All three spot platforms had sent operation tips, both long and short. After casually reading one set of information, Zhang Long set his prediction line, and a swing-profit idea surfaced at once in his mind.
A rough calculation showed that buying with half a position could recover last night’s 200,000 loss.
A little loss and a little profit—healthier in the long run.
So Zhang Long launched into spot trading. By the time noon arrived, he had closed out with profit. For lunch, he did not need to go downstairs. There was still leftover rice from last night, and two steamed buns reheated, which was enough.
“Don’t want anything better?”
Across from Dingxin Company, in a small storefront restaurant, Yu Na looked at Zou Ming, who had once again bought only one simple fast lunch, and could not help thinking she was being too tight with herself.
When money was scarce, simple meals had done no harm; but after earning over ten thousand in commission yesterday, she should not be this frugal anymore.
Spot trading may let stock people earn more easily, but not everyone can make big money there.
Most still make less than ten thousand a month.
Only the top performers can make hundreds, thousands, even ten thousand a day, and the most impressive can reach a million a month before tax.
“That’s enough; it’s enough to fill me.”
Zou Ming gave a shy smile. His clear, fair eyes made Yu Na pause for a moment, then she said nothing more.
Yet for no clear reason, there was a faint sourness in her chest.
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“Hm?”
What is he doing now?
In Hongze, Qian Caiying saw Zhang Long start buying a declining stock shortly after the afternoon open, and within only an hour he had made two rounds of purchases. She was puzzled.
She checked the company fundamentals and found no bright news; Monday and Tuesday had already seen a big drop.
And not only in the past few days—in fact, the total decline over the past week was also considerable. Its only charm was that the price was low.
It looked, to some extent, like a dip-buy candidate.
Another thing: Tiannan Technology, which Zhang Long sold in the morning, had not fallen. It was slowly oscillating upward. Put the two stocks side by side, and it left her with an uneasy feeling.

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“Phew, a spell, all right.”
Qian Caiying shook her head and forced herself to stay clear-headed, admitting inwardly that she really had been bewitched.
When Zhang Long had once coached her, it took a month and a half to recover principal and net 2,500,000. The impression was so deep that she was willing to press and coax him into Hongze as a helper, eventually adopting a regular entrusted-agency arrangement.
She had to admit that she had long been hoping for Zhang Long’s big breakout to prove she was right in her judgment, that she was not gone mad.
But after comparing Tiannan with the other stock today, she could not help feeling she had lost her reason.
Zhang Long is not a god, is he?
“Of course not.”
Time passed and by three o’clock the market was closed. Tiannan Technology ended up limit up, while the other falling stock ended limit down. The matter seemed settled.
But Tiannan, having climbed significantly since last week’s limit-up, could be sold.
Too much greed can make one stumble hard.
As for the declining stock Zhang Long bought today in small amounts, she should either hold off or ignore it; such a stock still falling should not be recommended to clients. At the very least, she should wait until the fall pauses and stabilizes.
Tomorrow, Thursday, and then Friday: by then it could basically be ignored. Holding through the weekend was too risky.
“All right, to the sales office, just a quick round.”
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“Get home and rest after work.”
“Mm, yes.”
Although there were plenty of stock and spot accounts to operate, it was no pressure and did not slow anything down. As it was almost Luo Man’s quitting time, Zhang Long sent a WeChat message reminding her to skip any evening side work and take care of herself.
After the forbidden night and with work again today, if Luo Man had not woken first and left first, Zhang Long would at least have stopped her and made her rest for a day, even without another passionate encounter.
“I’ll come see you on Saturday.”
“Mm, okay.”
After a relationship crosses that threshold, there is often a spell of awkwardness. It is no longer as easy and casual as before. Zhang Long and Luo Man were no exception. Each had many things they wanted to say, but even over the internet they were both hesitant and tangled in doubt, so they ended up with simple question-and-answer chat, very awkward.
But for two young lovers, a few more intimate times and it is all right; once is one thing, twice is familiarity.
After they had agreed to meet on Saturday, Zhang Long and Luo Man stopped the awkward chatter and each returned to busyness.
“Make money, make money.”
He exhaled softly and, with renewed spirit, kept trading spot. The excitement from last night’s forbidden taste had not completely disappeared; it still lingered.
Though he really wanted to experience Luo Man again tonight, making money was just as important and must not be delayed.
Better so: from Monday to Friday, earn and accumulate funds. On Saturday and Sunday, relax and enjoy life.
A brief parting each week can be better than a brand-new honeymoon.
By nightfall, he did not know how many rounds or how many lots he had traded across three spot accounts, but he did know that today he netted 1,500,000. Counting Monday and Tuesday’s 1,400,000, the three-day total came to 2,900,000.
As last night, he entered the three accounts at half positions, set take-profit and stop-loss orders, and went to sleep.
If he earned, good. If not, no matter.

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Today was good spirits, so all he wanted to do was play.
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“Sizzle—still adding in?”
A night passed without a word before dawn. In Hongze’s director’s office, Qian Caiying saw Zhang Long’s proxy account still gradually adding to the falling stock from yesterday, and she frowned.
Was this boy in a state of refusing to accept losses, piling on and averaging up in stubborn opposition to the market?
Indeed, analyzing from the outside and executing in real positions are never the same, and no one is immune.
“Thirty percent: the cutoff line.”
In Hongze’s entrusted account, with ten million in principal, if losses hit thirty percent, Qian Caiying could cancel the agency cooperation; and before that cut-off is reached, no operation by Zhang Long could be interfered with. So she only muttered her complaints to herself and watched.
A stock itself is more of a medium- to long-term investment. Losses today, tomorrow, even this week or next are not fatal, as long as the final outcome is profit. Watch Zhang Long’s operations and do not rush, even if it is not pretty.
Because by the time the market closed in the afternoon, Tiannan Technology was still up, while the declining stock kept closing down. Clearly Zhang Long’s judgment on the two was wrong, and she said nothing.
“Clever, clever—done.”
At Bund Dragon Residence, looking at the idle funds in several stock accounts that had nearly all gone into wild stocks, Zhang Long let out a soft breath. In total, 8,000,000 in capital had been bought in multiple batches over two days; he hoped it had not caused any stir.
If tomorrow goes smoothly, a sharp rise could begin directly.
“Bzz, bzz-bzz.”
His phone suddenly buzzed. He looked at it and felt a jolt, then answered. It was the bright voice of broker Xiao Wu.
“Long, tomorrow Friday there is a client who wants to view the apartment. If you are home, can you open the door?”
“Don’t worry, brother Long, we will never harm your interests. Don’t get angry.”
“How about I take you out for dinner tonight?”
“We can talk about it tomorrow. Hang up.”
Zhang Long hung up without delay. Whether or not he opened the door tomorrow depended on whether the broker brought people in, and it was no point to get angry with an employee; that would not be very generous.
But that apartment made him think. There were good memories here.
It was not only where he began earning from trading after leaving his job, but also the nest of his first forbidden intimacy with Luo Man.
Five million is not such a large amount. Should he buy it?
That question remained on Zhang Long’s mind until he slept. Tomorrow he would see how the broker introduced it to the clients coming to view it; if the landlord could attend too, so much the better. Perhaps speaking with the landlord as a tenant would yield truer information about the sale.
And a tenant has priority to purchase. If the landlord was in urgent need of money, he could close the deal with full payment right away.
So, in complete silence, the night passed and morning came.
“Can it be real?”
At Hongze Financial, Qian Caiying watched Tiannan Technology open down, while the falling stock that Zhang Long had spent two days averaging into opened up sharply. She was struck with a chill.
It stunned her; she could hardly believe it.
The stock was a monster; Zhang Long was even more of one. Terrifying.