Chapter 57: Good Things Are Worth the Wait

Three minutes—limit up!

Without any hesitation or tug-of-war, the stock hit its upper limit directly. Zhang Long finally let go of the anxiety clutching his heart. What a rush!

Of course, before the major funds moved in to push the price, the volume of retail investors buying in was just a drop in the ocean. Why would they abandon their set plan and pull out now? He’d been worrying for nothing, scaring himself.

...

“Hm?”

At HSBC Financial, Qin Miaotong had just finished a call with a client and was about to take a brief rest. Taking advantage of the lull, she instinctively searched for the stock Zhang Long had heavily invested in, wanting to check in case it suddenly broke down—she could then call to reassure him in time.

Who could have guessed—my goodness!

She sucked in a breath. Her back straightened, and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Limit up?

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Qin Miaotong’s beautiful eyes widened, and she clicked to review the stock’s movements. Sure enough, a few minutes ago, it had inexplicably shot up to its daily limit. What on earth was going on?

“Boss, come here a moment.”

Qin Miaotong called for the director, her heart pounding. When institutional funds started driving up tech stocks like this, it was rarely just for a single limit up. Usually, it would be two or three—huge profits.

Zhang Long held 1.65 million shares. If he could ride three consecutive limits, he’d net at least half a million.

He only opened the account last week, and including this one, it hadn’t even been a few days; he could make a total of seven hundred thousand. Astounding.

“Was it just a lucky guess, or...?”

At UBS Financial, Gu Su was equally astonished.

She checked Zhang Long’s positions just like Qin Miaotong, and was shocked to see that within less than half an hour after the afternoon opening, the stock had already hit its upper limit. Unbelievable.

There was no way this was just luck. This Zhang Long had to be a second-generation wealthy heir, with channels of his own.

He’d bought 1.55 million shares in the morning, and if he could get three limits, that was nearly five hundred thousand in profit.

My goodness, what a move!

“Whew, time to make some calls!”

Gu Su’s eyes flashed—not to call Zhang Long, but other clients. She wanted to flag today’s surging tech stock for them. If there was a chance, they could get in for a taste—major funds weren’t about to pull out so quickly, so they could still profit.

Decisive action was needed—absolutely.

...

“Boss Qian, it’s blown up!”

At Hongze Financial, the scruffy-bearded analyst ran in, excited to report his brilliant prediction.

Limit up—it really happened.

“What’s going on?”

Qian Caiying opened the market interface. Her gaze sharpened instantly. It would’ve been normal for Zhang Long to misjudge the stock, but how did her own analyst know this stock would hit its limit? Where’d he get his information?

“Ahem, pure luck,” Chen Yingjun coughed. “I attended a financial summit on Sunday, and while in the restroom, I overheard a rumor: Yunbee Tech had made a breakthrough in internal research. Couldn’t verify if it was true, but looks like it was—institutions have fully entered.”

Qian Caiying frowned. There were always countless rumors, and most of the time, chasing them led to disaster. But this time, they’d missed it.

The major funds were already in. Tomorrow, it would likely hit the limit at the open, leaving no chance to enter.

Now it was just a matter of how many limit-ups would follow, and whether anyone dared to chase the rise.

“Boss Qian, should we promote it?”

Chen Yingjun scratched his head. “At the very least, Yunbee Tech is now in the spotlight. After the limit-up, it’ll probably rise again, and we could get a taste.”

“I know.” Qian Caiying exhaled. “We can promote it, but human greed is unpredictable. Never mind, it’s not our problem. If clients get a taste and still aren’t satisfied, then getting burned is their own fault.”

“Go on, write it up and send it to me.”

Chen Yingjun nodded eagerly and hurried off. Finally, he’d proven his worth—if he didn’t keep delivering, he’d soon be shown the door.

Fortune was turning his way. Not bad at all.

...

A limit-up in a bear market was a rare sight.

So when Yunbee Tech hit its upper limit shortly after the market reopened in the afternoon, the news spread like wildfire among investors, and several financial securities firms quickly geared up for action.

Whether it was HSBC, UBS, or a small firm like Hongze, everyone was recommending it to their clients.

Key focus, timely entry.

“Get lost, stop calling me.”

At Shengxin Trading Department, Jiang Hao was angrily berated by a client. “What does Yunbee’s limit-up have to do with me? I’m just a small retail investor—how could I possibly get in? By the time I do, it’s already at the top, and I’ll be trapped.”

“Buzz off with your bad intentions.”

The client hung up immediately. Even if you could get in for a taste, you could also be caught out if you weren’t careful—a painful lesson.

“Whew, the customer is always right!”

Jiang Hao forced a smile, glanced at Zheng Peng, exhaled, and moved on to the next call. Not all clients were so cautious or irritable; many were quite interested in Yunbee Tech and were eager to follow its movements.

Yunbee Tech was now in the spotlight and would surely keep rising. Even after a string of limit-ups, it would likely be pushed higher. There was plenty of opportunity to profit.

The problem was knowing when to get out. Too much greed and you’d end up trapped.

Once the big money pulled out, it was game over.

“Promote it. Follow Director You’s lead.”

Chang Song didn’t immediately recommend Yunbee Tech to clients. Instead, he sought out Liang Xue to discuss whether they should promote it, since the risks were unpredictable.

Human nature was complicated—recommendations needed to be cautious.

“As long as risk control is in place,” Liang Xue sighed, “our job is to inform clients of both the opportunities and the risks. That’s our duty. If clients get greedy and refuse to cash out, that’s on them. We just have to be rational about it.”

“Alright, go ahead and promote it.”

...

All the hustle and bustle at the financial firms had nothing to do with Zhang Long, who was relaxing at home. The thrill from entering the market ahead of the crowd quickly faded, leaving him listless and uninterested.

Though he still had a few tens of thousands of spare funds in his account, he didn’t feel any urge or sense in making further moves.

This week, he was just lying back and winning.

“Ugh, I can’t focus.”

Zhang Long let out a soft sigh. He had his written test for the driving license tomorrow morning, but couldn’t bring himself to review. He wasn’t aiming for a perfect score—passing would do.

Tomorrow afternoon, he had a date with Luo Man, which was already planned out and ready to go.

“Am I too much of a homebody?”

Zhang Long muttered to himself. Not studying, not gaming, not reading novels, not watching dramas—both body and mind felt bored and idle, with nothing to do.

“Maybe...watch something?”

His spirits perked up as he glanced at the ‘Computer’ icon in the top left corner of his screen. In one of the hard drive partitions lay plenty of ‘action’ and ‘educational’ materials—some of which he’d even starred in himself.

“Amitabha, what a sin.”

Zhang Long shook his head vigorously, glanced at the afternoon sunlight outside, and thought it was a bit much to be considering such things in broad daylight. Better to play a racing game instead.

Kart drifting—what could be more fun?

After all, once he passed his driving test, he’d buy a car, but you couldn’t just race and drift on real streets. Gaming was the way to indulge without the expense.

With that, Zhang Long opened the ‘Kart Racer’ icon on his desktop and dove into the world of speed and drifting.

Whoosh, whoosh—

Boredom melted away, replaced by exhilaration.

Stock trading was like work—you needed a balance of toil and leisure to keep things interesting. Making money was important, but so was gaming, going for a walk, or enjoying a romance.

Other than heading downstairs for dinner in the evening, Zhang Long spent the rest of the day racing until bedtime.

The night passed uneventfully, and dawn arrived in the blink of an eye.

Time for the written exam—and for the date!