Chapter 130: Netting 35 Million in the Stock Market, Setting Off in a BMW with Passion

500,000 national currency, when converted and transferred into the Huitong forex trading software, amounted to approximately 77,000 USD—not a significant sum. Compared to his previous spot trading, the number of gold lots Zhang Long could purchase was limited. Moreover, he tried not to be too aggressive by going all-in; at most, he would commit half his position, or even less. However, since his "golden finger" reacted to forex gold, whether he played half-positions or full-positions, it was all profit!

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"Hmm? Half-position?"

At the Huitong trading department, Zhang Long’s account manager was pleasantly surprised to see that he had started trading gold the moment his account was activated, and he had jumped straight into a half-position. Such an aggressive client would generate high trading volume, which in turn meant a handsome commission for the manager. Although the commission for walk-in clients was slightly lower, the high volume ensured a decent income. It was just a shame that Zhang Long wasn't using high leverage with his 500,000 in capital; if he had brought in a few million with fifty times leverage, it would have been fantastic.

"He's already moving?"

A colleague leaned over and clicked his tongue. "A client who goes half-in right off the bat—what a catch. I’m so jealous I could kill you. Are you buying lunch today or what?"

"Easy, no problem."

The income of forex trading professionals was generally high; big earners were everywhere. Those in the industry knew exactly what kind of money they were making—the goal was simply to push for high trading volume. With so many products to trade, whenever an opportunity arose, they would draft an alert and send it out, or call the client to stimulate them into entering a position by talking up the expected profits. As for whether the client lost money, that was irrelevant. Investment involved risks, and one had to bear their own gains and losses—that was the unspoken rule.

And so, Zhang Long’s forex trading began. His first order, following the trading alerts provided by Huitong, yielded a profit of about fifty or sixty pips. Following his spot trading habits, he could reverse his position after taking profit, so he simply closed out once the target was hit and flipped the trade. The first trade was a success—a great start.

But perhaps man proposes and heaven disposes; Zhang Long was happy too soon. After two trades?

"Hmm?"

"Just one time?"

To be honest, the fluctuations in forex gold were intense. Sometimes the price barely moved, and other times it could swing over a hundred pips. After earning about 10,000 USD from two trades, he attempted to trigger his second "premonition" at a certain price point, but there was no reaction. The same went for other products. This was a problem; it felt like his edge was breaking.

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"That shouldn't be right."

Zhang Long whispered to himself in front of the computer. The nature of forex was similar to domestic spot trading platforms in that they both operated on a hedging and gambling model. Since he could use his premonition three times a day in spot trading, logic dictated it should be the same for forex. Why did it stop after only once? If he could only rely on one premonition a day, he would only be able to capture two profitable waves—that was too slow. He scratched his head.

"Wait? That's not it."

Zhang Long suddenly froze. From the perspective of his "golden finger," it would surely prioritize absolute safety. Perhaps the single premonition meant the forex platform was even more unscrupulous. After all, any platform running a capital pool scheme without a solid background was a joke; their tactics were dark. Of course, no matter how dark, they couldn't withstand government crackdowns; offshore platforms were frequently shut down. Even in China, they had to follow the rules to some extent.

"There is another possibility."

Zhang Long’s eyes flashed. It was possible that he could only use his premonition once per platform, and he might be able to use it again on other platforms. He would only know for sure if he opened another forex account. With that, he got up and left the house. He had already researched several relatively legitimate platforms with good reputations, and Huitong was just one of them. He set off to open an account at a second one.

At a branch of Jiuding Futures, Zhang Long arrived and, without wasting any words, stated his intention to open an account. They had just gained a walk-in client for free. By the afternoon, Zhang Long had deposited 500,000 national currency, which converted to about 77,000 USD. However, it wouldn't be activated for trading until the next day, so he left it at that.

"Damn, this is frustrating."

On his Huitong account, Zhang Long couldn't resist making two more trades—one on gold and one on the British Pound. Both the technical analysis and the price levels looked perfect, but as soon as he entered, the market moved in the opposite direction, hitting his stop-loss.

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During the later stages of his spot trading, Zhang Long had stopped holding onto losing positions; he would take the loss when necessary. After all, he could always earn it back with his premonitions. Losing a little was healthier anyway. If his account only showed profits without a single loss, it would look too supernatural and attract unwanted attention.

And just like that, the next day arrived.

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"Awesome, damn!"

Zhang Long exclaimed. Once the Jiuding account was activated, he had one premonition opportunity for each, Huitong and Jiuding. Trading on both accounts simultaneously meant he could reliably capture four waves of profit. If he opened yet another forex platform account, he would be back to his usual three daily opportunities, just like with spot trading. It seemed he had to use different platforms; opening multiple accounts at the same firm likely wouldn't work, otherwise, he would have had more than one chance at each. Zhang Long still possessed the mindset of a normal person, and he had a hunch that three times a day was his limit.

After all, three times a day—six waves of guaranteed profit—was already quite significant. He could play around with his own strategies for the rest of the time, experiencing both gains and losses. Statistically, his own trades would likely result in more losses than gains. Most investors worldwide used some form of technical analysis, so whether they went long at support levels or short at resistance, most behaved the same way. So why did they still lose money? Because of breakouts, because the market moved against them. If everything followed technical analysis, everyone would be rich. But the 80/20 rule held true: the majority always lost money, and only a tiny fraction at the top profited.

By Wednesday, Zhang Long had opened a third forex account, and by Thursday morning, it was activated. With three forex accounts, he now had his three daily premonitions. He raised the capital in each of the three accounts to 1,000,000 national currency and decided not to add any more.

This day also marked the end of January, the first full month of his stock market operations. The profits across his various accounts were finalized.

"Whoa, that's a lot of money."

Zhang Long’s eyes lit up in front of the computer. The total capital across his three accounts had reached 50.5 million, and his Hongze agency account had reached 25.5 million. It was magnificent. He had started the month with 41 million, and now, at the close of the final trading day of the month, he had netted a profit of 35 million.

Stock trading was different from spot and forex, where profits depended on the number of lots and pips. In stocks, it depended on the total capital invested and the percentage of the gain. As long as the capital was large enough, the profit was substantial, and the process wasn't exhausting. Two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon—the rest of the time was his to enjoy. Making tens of millions in net profit effortlessly was the definition of healthy trading. Unlike spot or forex, which operated on a 24-hour T+0 basis and tempted one to trade constantly, stock trading was much more leisurely.

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"Vroom, vroom!"

At the BMW dealership, Zhang Long and Lin Yuan sat in their top-of-the-line 740 sedans. They took them for a few hard laps around the test-drive area; luxury cars were truly different. However, Lin Yuan’s driving skills seemed far inferior to Zhang Long’s, and he didn't dare to push the horsepower.

"Whew, that's exhilarating."

Zhang Long couldn't get enough. For a man, the allure of a car was perhaps even greater than that of houses or women. The feeling of speed was incredibly satisfying. Of course, Zhang Long wouldn't drift like he did in racing games—not only did he not know how, but even if he did, the tires wouldn't withstand the abuse. He had chosen silver-grey, which was low-key, luxurious, and refined. Lin Yuan chose royal blue—the guy was a bit of a show-off, using it to flaunt.

"Congratulations to you both."

Sophie offered her praise. To be honest, even though she was part of the management team at the dealership, she couldn't afford a car like the BMW 740; the top-tier luxury version was not only expensive but also a gas guzzler, so she didn't even dream of it. Driving a standard BMW series was fine for her.

"By the way, Sister Su."

Zhang Long suddenly remembered something. "Did Sister Liu get paid for her car modeling gig? There was that little incident last time; I hope she wasn't given a hard time."

"Don't worry, she wasn't."

Sophie smiled, her beautiful eyes curving. "I’m in management here, after all. I wouldn't let Yurong get bullied so easily. But I didn't realize you cared so much about Yurong. What’s the matter? Interested? You can make your move, you know."

Zhang Long shrugged off the teasing with a smile, bade her farewell, and didn't take the bait. Sophie watched the taillights of Zhang Long’s car as he drove off, her eyes flickering and her lips curving into a slight smile. She decided she would find an opportunity to play matchmaker; it should work out. So what if Yurong had a child? With her figure, looks, and temperament, she was perfectly worthy of Zhang Long. It was a good match.

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"A-Long, see you tomorrow night."

At a certain intersection, Lin Yuan and Zhang Long parted ways, agreeing to meet the next night to race on the empty suburban roads in the middle of the night. Zhang Long had no objections. He also wanted to see how fast he could push it on a straight or loop road, safely, of course. He wouldn't get carried away and risk his life.

"Vroom, vroom!"

After separating from Lin Yuan, he headed straight for the southern suburbs without hesitation. A luxury car on the road wasn't complete without a beauty; it would be a shame otherwise. Luo Man had finished her last day at the bank yesterday, and after a farewell party with colleagues, she had stayed one more night at the dormitory and was moving out completely this morning. Zhang Long had already messaged her on WeChat that he would arrive before noon, telling her not to bother calling a taxi.

"Hmm? This is..."

When Luo Man saw Zhang Long arrive in a BMW, she was somewhat shocked. The "740" badge on the back represented the series and price—a true luxury car. The starting price was at least a million.

"Hisss, 7 Series 740..."

The roommates and another female colleague who were helping Luo Man move her things were waiting downstairs at the apartment building. When they saw Zhang Long step out of the driver's seat of the BMW, they couldn't help but gasp—the winter air was cold, but the sight was colder. What a spendthrift; he was being a bit reckless. They knew about Zhang Long winning a few million back when he first came to the bank to deposit his money, and this BMW 740 had cost him a third of that. They were speechless. Of course, like Luo Man, they felt that since it was Zhang Long's money, he was free to spend it how he pleased.

"We're off, goodbye."

After thanking Luo Man’s colleagues, Zhang Long loaded her into the BMW, and with a roar, the car started and disappeared around the corner.

"Man-man is so lucky."

Watching the BMW 740 drive away, Luo Man's colleague looked on with envy, though she could only watch.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

The BMW wasn't moving fast, and Luo Man, sitting in the passenger seat, was quite comfortable, looking around with excitement, touching this and that. A luxury car and a beauty—it was a perfect match. Zhang Long liked this beauty, and his heart felt a slight, pleasant sting.

"The interior is great, very comfortable."

A moment later, Luo Man’s beautiful eyes were brimming with warmth. Seeing this, Zhang Long’s heart fluttered. With her in this mood, he was going to have a good night; perhaps some of the requests she had previously refused would be satisfied tonight. Why wait until nightfall? He could do it in the middle of the day at home. He also decided he would definitely find a chance to "shake" the car one day—he wanted a bit of novelty.

And so, they drove the BMW back to the Bund, grabbed lunch at a random restaurant, and returned home to passion. The afternoon and evening were pure bliss!

"The car smells nice, but you smell even better."

That night, after the passion had subsided, Zhang Long caressed Luo Man in his arms, whispering and panting. "Don't worry, I made some money in the stock market recently, so this BMW was essentially free. It didn't drain our family savings. Your husband is very capable."

Yes, he was indeed very capable. Luo Man slowly regained her senses, snuggling into Zhang Long’s chest, too exhausted to speak. It was time to sleep. Tomorrow, a brand-new life would begin. Let’s go!