Chapter 56: Sassy—1.2 Million in Profits (Please Keep Reading)

Single week, over 40%! Zhang Long didn’t even need to consider the daily stock recommendations from HSBC or UBS anymore—there simply wouldn’t be a higher yield than this. Such a trend is something you only see in bull markets, and now that he’d encountered it, he had to buy in.

Though Lady Qian was domineering and a bit bothersome, she did have her merits—this was effortless profit.

All in, breaking 1.2 million in gains!

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“Uh, Director Qian…”

The analyst at Hongze Financial came in today without even shaving, scratching his head nervously. He’d drafted a brief stock recommendation based on reports from several firms, but Director Qian needed to approve it. Over ten minutes had passed with no response—was it another dead end?

Buzz, buzz buzz~

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Caiying Qian instantly reacted, fixing her gaze on the screen, her eyes narrowing.

“Alright, use it.”

She frowned in contemplation; though Zhang Long’s reply had only three stocks with decent prospects, Caiying Qian still chose to adopt it. It was better than recommending eight stocks to clients—too many choices were pointless.

Two or three was enough.

Notably, Zhang Long’s reply didn’t include the stock that was about to hit its upper limit. Technically, it was still at a support level, and fundamentally, there was no news signaling a surge. So, she skipped it.

Zhang Long wasn’t a god, after all.

Even if the stock surged to its limit in the afternoon, who could have foreseen it? A bit of restraint would also temper Caiying Qian’s shrewd scrutiny.

Unless he planned to become a full-time advisor or Liang Xue switched to Hongze, it was better not to discuss further for now.

“Phew, done!”

The morning slipped by. Near the 11:30 closing, Zhang Long exhaled deeply. He made staggered purchases through his HSBC and UBS accounts, buying in batches.

Though the combined funds in both accounts totaled only 3.25 million, caution was best.

Every ten or so minutes, he invested a few hundred thousand, making the trading behavior look normal, avoiding suspicion.

There was another consideration: after this round of profits, he’d need to deliberately incur some losses. Having only winning trades and no losses would be too conspicuous.

Better safe than sorry.

Every trade in profit—too miraculous!

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“Whoa, is this guy nuts?”

At HSBC Financial, Qin Miaotong had just finished guiding another client and now stared incredulously at Zhang Long’s account. He was far too aggressive.

“What’s the matter, Manager Qin?”

The director wandered over and, upon seeing Zhang Long had invested all 1.65 million in a single stock, was stunned.

Only a few tens of thousands remained unused in the account.

“Boss, what do we do?” Qin Miaotong’s face twisted in concern. “Zhang Long is so aggressive and independent. Once or twice might be fine, but if he does this often, he’ll get trapped and wiped out.”

“And he doesn’t listen at all.”

The director frowned. It was good that clients could trade independently, but being so passionate wasn’t wise. Even if you buy just one stock, don’t go all in—if it crashes, the losses could be devastating.

Even with heavy positions, it’s best not to exceed two-thirds—the ultimate safety line.

As long as there’s capital left in the account, even if stocks lose value, there’s a chance to recover. Unless, after getting trapped, there’s more idle cash to inject.

Otherwise, you’d be stuck for good.

“I’ll make a follow-up call…”

After a moment’s hesitation, the director decided to call. He’d heard the recording of Qin Miaotong’s previous conversation with Zhang Long—he’d asked for fewer calls—but given the current situation, it was necessary. Zhang Long was too aggressive.

This trading behavior was wrong. Without improvement, a major loss would be crippling.

“Hello, Mr. Zhang…”

“Yes, this is he.”

At 11:30, the market halted. Zhang Long was just about to head downstairs for lunch when he got the follow-up call from HSBC’s trading director. He brushed off the conversation and hung up.

Their intentions were good, but he understood risk better than anyone. He’d stick to his plan.

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“It’s over, it’s over.”

At UBS Financial, Gu Su’s appetite was ruined by lunchtime. She saw that Zhang Long had put 1.55 million into a single stock that morning—far too aggressive.

Though the commission from guiding clients who opened accounts in person wasn’t high, it was still considerable.

Even the smallest mosquito has meat, after all.

The more trades, the more commissions earned. But being so aggressive, he’d crash quickly. Walk by the river often enough, you’ll get your feet wet—disaster looming.

“No worries, just manage the risk.”

Her colleague, eating alongside her, was indifferent. “Aggressive is fine. Looks like he’s a rich kid—maybe a few million is just pocket money. Even if he loses and gets trapped, he can just add more funds.”

“Eat up—braised pork is delicious.”

Gu Su wrinkled her pretty brows. “No matter how tasty the meat, earning more money is better.”

“It’s so hard to have a major client these days. In this bear market, trading is sparse, opening new accounts is tough, and losing him would be a pity.”

“But whenever I call him, he’s always annoyed and hangs up immediately.”

“Is it because my voice isn’t charming enough?”

Her colleague glanced at Gu Su’s alluring face, chewing her food with a twitch. “Not every client likes a coquettish tone.”

“I think you should just communicate normally. Zhang Long doesn’t seem to be the flirtatious type.”

“Yeah, he’s not interested in you.”

Gu Su rolled her eyes coldly, retorting, “That’s because he hasn’t seen me yet. If he ever visits the office, just wait—I guarantee he’ll be stunned.”

“There’s no man who isn’t attracted to beauty!”

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The midday break passed in a flash.

Zhang Long was actually quite anxious. In two months at Shengxin, he’d never witnessed a stock hit its upper limit. He hadn’t expected, after quitting and trading on his own, to see it happen so soon.

He checked the trading records—few had bought the stock that morning. But what if the main funds pulled out?

If the major players withdrew, he’d be finished!

“Buddha, God, please…”

1:00 p.m. The market opened, yet it would be another ten minutes or so before the surge to the upper limit. He stared at the screen without blinking, silently praying.

He had no idea why this stock was suddenly surging toward consecutive upper limits, leaving him uneasy.

Previously, at Shengxin, when Takumi Energy began its rally, it was due to a merger announcement released afterward. Once the merger talks collapsed, the stock plummeted and has been falling ever since.

Mergers always drive prices down.

Acquirers rarely buy when your company’s stock price is high—they wait for a bargain.

So Takumi Energy’s first failed merger talks made sense. Zhang Long would have done the same.

But now, with Takumi Energy’s market value dropping and the price hovering at 1.5 yuan, there was still room to fall, but such a discount would be ruthless.

If Takumi Energy refused to sell, the acquirer would end up empty-handed.

So things were coming to a head.

If Takumi Energy didn’t delist, the next merger would likely become intense, but when it might rise again was unknown—no way to foresee it.

December’s Financial Analyst Certification Exam.

He wondered if he’d upgrade immediately after passing, or only after receiving the certificate. He wasn’t worried about passing—the entry-level exam wasn’t hard. He just hoped that after moving up from Level 1, he could recommend stocks freely.

“Whoa, it’s happening.”

Suddenly, Zhang Long trembled.

On the screen, the stock he’d bought with his entire position that morning began a sharp rally, just as he’d anticipated—no surprises.

“Incredible, damn!”

Zhang Long clenched his fist and swung it down with a flourish—victory!