Chapter 109: A Clean Profit of Ten Million in a Single Week—Sealed and Settled!

Liang Xue had regained consciousness.

She woke up on the way to the hospital where Zhang Long was rushing her for treatment. There was nothing seriously wrong—just some anemia.

The other reason was that relatives had visited over the past couple of days, and combined with her recent busy workload, it was understandable. By the time Zhang Long arrived, her condition was much improved.

Her pale complexion had also significantly recovered.

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“Eat more nutritious food.”

“Mm.”

Lying in the hospital bed, Liang Xue’s eyes flickered gently as she softly responded, her pale face fragile and delicate, evoking a sense of tenderness.

Zhang Long scratched his head in mild perplexity. By rights, Liang Xue’s diet wasn’t bad, so why was her constitution so weak? Thankfully, it was just anemia and not sepsis—thank heavens.

Women have those few days each month, plus a busy work schedule and long hours; it was quite normal.

After all, everyone’s physical constitution is different.

“Rest well at home this weekend.”

After reminding her to eat well, Zhang Long also emphasized the importance of rest. The weekend was just around the corner—Saturday and Sunday—so she shouldn’t go anywhere and should just stay home, or else he’d have to give her a spanking.

Of course, he didn’t say the last part out loud, but Liang Xue’s eyes darted away and her cheeks flushed crimson, clearly understanding the unspoken warning.

“Ahem, I say…”

Qian Caiying, the third wheel by the bedside, couldn’t help but clear her throat and tease, “There’s still a living person here, you know. Should I get out of your way? Need me to?”

Liang Xue’s cheeks reddened further. She lowered her head, avoiding Zhang Long’s gaze, and pulled her small hand away—which Zhang Long had been holding just moments before.

What neither Zhang Long nor Qian Caiying noticed was that beneath her lowered head, a trace of sadness flickered in Liang Xue’s eyes. Her other hand gripped her phone tightly, as if it contained something painful and unspeakable.

“Hmph, asking when you already know.”

After pulling her hand away, Zhang Long turned and shot Qian Caiying a deliberate glare—a pointed reminder of her role as an unwelcome third party.

Of course, Qian Caiying’s lingering presence wasn’t without reason, and it was quite obvious what it was about. So Zhang Long got up and went outside to talk, telling her not to disturb Liang Xue’s rest.

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“Xingyou Technology?”

Outside the hospital room, facing Qian Caiying’s curiosity, Zhang Long shrugged lightly and whispered, “Just a hunch! Believe it or not, I don’t care. I don’t know anything anyway.”

Qian Caiying rolled her eyes, knowing that would be the answer. Zhang Long was notoriously tight-lipped, guarding his information like a fortress.

Holding a five-million-share stake in Xingyou Technology over the weekend—if the gamble went wrong, it would be a huge loss; she had to ask.

“How much is it expected to rise next week?”

“Everything’s according to contract.”

Zhang Long whispered again, “No need to say anything unless the principal loss exceeds 30%. But I do need to make something clear: I’m not a god. You have to decide and consider carefully for yourself. You already know the other precautions.”

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“I won’t say it, so don’t ask.”

The conversation abruptly ended — straightforward and no nonsense. There was no point in dragging it out.

Zhang Long added a final word of caution: don’t overwork Liang Xue at Hongze. Even capitalists who exploit their workers should know when to hold back, don’t be too harsh.

“Tch, is that my fault?”

Qian Caiying pouted. “I’ve fainted when visiting relatives before. Just take care and you’ll be fine. Besides, the pressure at Hongze isn’t as bad as you think. You should be more concerned about Liang Xue’s health.”

“Or treat her better.”

“This girl isn’t picky about food and drink, but she’s not delicate either. You need to care for her.”

The question now fell back to Zhang Long.

But times were different now. Not long ago, Zhang Long had grown closer to Liang Xue after breaking up with Luo Man, with no psychological burden. Now, having officially confirmed his relationship with Luo Man, it wouldn’t be appropriate to get too close to Liang Xue.

Having been her direct supervisor for two years, Zhang Long was quite aware of Liang Xue’s character—a good girl.

A few days ago on Sunday, he tried to clarify their relationship, but Liang Xue interrupted him. Since she hesitated and had reservations, Zhang Long decided not to push further.

What he hadn’t expected was Luo Man suddenly showing up and acting as his birthday gift, leaving him stunned.

A one-night stand sealed their relationship.

Thinking of this, Zhang Long sighed deeply. It was better to stay calm for now. As for what the future held with Liang Xue, that would have to wait.

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“Phew, still 2.5 million to go.”

After accompanying Liang Xue for dinner in the hospital room, Zhang Long returned home. After Liang Xue finished her IV treatment in the evening, she would go home—no need for overnight care, and there were plenty of people to look after her.

Whether it was Qian Caiying or Bai Xiaoying from the Blizzard team, they were all capable caregivers—no need to elaborate.

Regarding Zhang Long’s spot trading profits, he had made a net gain of 1.5 million from several trades during the day, but was still 2.5 million short.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to earn more, but the intraday wave profits could only bring 1.5 million. Now there was only one last premonition left, allowing him to make two more trades; it would be tough.

Across three accounts, he currently held full positions to buy around 450 lots. Each point was worth 22,500 yuan, so he needed to move 110 points.

Adding the cost of two trades, he needed a 150-point range to succeed—which was not guaranteed.

Even though the U.S. market was more volatile at night.

“Amitabha, please bless me.”

Watching silver prices oscillate around 6,200 points, Zhang Long was indifferent to going long or short, as long as the third premonition’s wave profit was large enough.

After all, not every wave profit predicted was impressive. Sometimes it was over a hundred points, sometimes just a few dozen, and occasionally, after costs, he’d only make a 5-point profit. That was frustrating—like wasting the premonition.

Therefore, the best use of premonitions was when the market had a large potential to rise or fall. With good luck, substantial profits could be made.

With bad luck, there was nothing to do but resign oneself.

“Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits... swoosh!”

Suddenly, Zhang Long’s eyes blazed with excitement. The U.S. market opened with significant volatility. Within minutes, silver prices plunged rapidly, falling to about 6,080 points. Shorting now could net 100 points.

Then he could reverse half the position to go long.

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If the rebound earned twenty or thirty points, tonight’s 2.5 million profit would be achieved!

The weekly goal of 10 million would also be secured.

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“Damn, incredible.”

“Holy crap, insane.”

The trading departments of Huiyin, Dingxin, and Runde spot platforms exploded with excitement, watching the legendary Dragon Brother going all-in on shorts, their scalps tingling with both thrill and fear.

Dingxin and Runde were somewhat accustomed since Zhang Long had only been trading there for four days, but at Ruiyin he had been active for two weeks.

In the first week, he traded 2,300 lots and netted 5 million; this week, he was close to 2,700 lots—terrifying!

Instructor Wang Jing’s commissions were going through the roof.

A 5,000-lot trading volume was staggering.

“Zou Ming, you’re rich.”

At Runde, Yu Na’s face flushed excitedly watching Zhang Long’s full short positions and large trading volume, happy for Zou Ming.

Nearly 2,500 lots in four days meant Zhang Long had earned handsomely, and Zou Ming was reaping some benefits too.

This was still less than a full week. If the high volume continued daily through next week and until the end of the month...

Wow, a pre-tax monthly income in the hundreds of thousands!

If sustained for two or three months, not to mention, he could afford a down payment on a Shanghai apartment and buy a mid-range car—a complete turnaround.

If he took the money back to his hometown, he could buy a house and car outright and even pay for a wife. So enviable.

Fortunately, proximity to the market gave him the advantage.

Thinking this, Yu Na shyly glanced at a dazed and numb Zou Ming. The sudden wealth had upended this shy rural boy’s worldview in just a few days. Facing colleagues now far more enthusiastic than before left him bewildered.

So, without saying much, Yu Na stayed close, occasionally reminding and blocking other enthusiastic colleagues from approaching him.

Absolutely no way could he slip away unnoticed.

“Awesome, beautiful!”

At the Dragon Residence on the Bund, around 10:30 p.m., Zhang Long closed out his full short position with a profit and praised himself before going half-long across three accounts and shutting down for the night.

He would likely take profits soon, as only a small rebound was needed—no need to overthink.

If a stop loss was triggered, it would still mean missing 500,000 yuan from the goal of 10 million net profit, which was acceptable.

He could always start fresh on Monday.

“Wash up, sleep.”

A few minutes later, after finishing his long position trades, Zhang Long no longer hesitated and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Tomorrow was Saturday—his first date with Luo Man since confirming their relationship.

A brief separation makes the heart grow fonder; he must stay strong!