Chapter 63: Everything Is Understood Without Words (The End)

Qin Miaotong glanced at Gu Su and took action.

With Zhang Long’s Yunfeng Technology taking profits and leaving the market, it basically signaled that it was time to cash out and retreat, especially since today was Friday and after the market closed, there would be the weekend break, making it unwise to hold any positions.

She hadn’t expected that while she was advising clients who had bought Yunfeng Technology to sell and take profits, Zhang Long himself was withdrawing funds from his account!

…

“What’s going on with him now?”

Qin Miaotong’s face darkened as she saw that Zhang Long had withdrawn 1.6 million, leaving only 750,000 in his account. The funds wouldn’t arrive until Monday morning due to the weekend—what was he planning to do?

She wanted to call and ask, but didn’t dare.

“Hello, Sister Sun…”

Biting her lip in frustration for a moment, Qin Miaotong continued to call her own clients. “Yunfeng has made almost a 10% profit—time to sell. After all, we chased the rally to buy in, and now with the weekend break ahead, it’s best to exit.”

“Alright, Xiao Qin.”

So, unable to ask Zhang Long what he planned to do with his withdrawal, Qin Miaotong could only keep calling the clients who had bought Yunfeng Technology yesterday and urge them to take their winnings and leave.

Let him withdraw if he wants—he’ll deposit again anyway.

After all, after activating his account with three million, he withdrew 2.5 million the next day, only to deposit another million shortly after.

UBS’s Gu Su was much bolder, though. She directly called to ask about it. Zhang Long had withdrawn 1.4 million, leaving just 750,000—how could that be? After activating with three million, even after previous withdrawals, there was still 1.5 million left. Now only 750,000 remained—what could he do with that? It didn’t fit the identity of a wealthy second-generation heir.

Shouldn’t he at least keep a million in the account as a base for trading, dear Brother Long?

Why withdraw? What’s it for?

“For business. Bye.”

Hearing Gu Su’s sultry, flirtatious voice over the phone, Zhang Long felt his ears tingle. Her voice was so alluring, almost too much to handle.

She was the first woman whose voice alone could nearly make his blood surge.

Gu Su was delicate to the core—absolutely extraordinary.

…

“Damn, it’s dropping!”

After hanging up on UBS, Zhang Long’s gaze returned to the stockholder group chat. The guy who’d asked about chasing Yunfeng Technology yesterday was starting to panic.

Yunfeng had opened yesterday without hitting the upper limit, so he’d bought in and was now in profit.

But he hadn’t sold at the earlier high and, seeing the price drop, was even more reluctant to sell now.

There wasn’t much time left before the market closed.

“If you don’t sell now, are you planning to hold the position?”

Someone in the group spoke up. “There are only twenty minutes left. If you’re in profit, sell. If it opens down after the weekend, you’ll be in tears.”

“Don’t get greedy—even a small profit is still a profit.”

“Buy the dip, live like a king; chase the high, ruin your life. Take profits when you can—if you don’t, the market will take them for you!”

Zhang Long said nothing, watching silently as one group member after another urged not to be greedy. With profits in hand and the weekend approaching, it was time to cash out.

But the guy didn’t reply—who knew if he was selling or agonizing over the decision.

Honestly, Yunfeng’s chances of rising or falling at Monday’s open were fifty-fifty. Retail investors were extremely bullish, so it might not drop straight away.

If it weren’t for the weekend break, holding overnight wouldn’t be a big deal—it was a gamble.

But with the gap over the weekend, it was a tough call.

“Phew, sold at a 7% profit.”

Suddenly, the previously silent guy spoke up—he had sold his Yunfeng shares, netting about twenty or thirty thousand in profit. Not bad at all.

“Awesome, pure class!”

“So jealous—got a big sword for you?”

Zhang Long lounged back, watching the group’s admiration and banter. The guy who took profits had shown real decisiveness. After all, when you’re down to your last bit of crossing-the-river money, you can’t afford to gamble. If it hit the limit down at the open, that money would be gone.

Risk and reward—manage the risk first, profit comes after. Without capital, there’s no future. Know your priorities.

The market was closed for now—they’d fight again next week.

…

“Xue, there are a few who didn’t sell.”

At Shengxin’s trading department, Chang Song sighed helplessly. Most clients weren’t interested in chasing Yunfeng, but a few still wanted to gamble.

As expected, yesterday brought a buying opportunity and an uptick.

But not all clients listened and took profits—even with nearly a 10% gain, which wasn’t small.

“It’s fine. We’ll deal with it Monday.”

Liang Xue frowned slightly but didn’t say much. Clients’ behavior was unpredictable—a 10% profit seemed a lot, but it wasn’t, especially since they’d made 10% easily before when following Zhang Long. Greed had only grown.

Chasing rallies was always risky, and if you didn’t take profits quickly, you’d be trapped.

Some clients just never learned their lessons.

“Alright, see you Sunday, Xue.”

It was almost time to leave; no overtime tonight since it was Friday. They’d be back Sunday afternoon, same as usual, to communicate with clients—chase the funds that needed to be chased, and cushion the losses for Monday’s open.

Damn Director You, insisting on clocking in Sunday afternoon and ruining the double weekend.

Couldn’t even enjoy a proper break.

“Old You really is something else.”

This was Zhang Long’s third visit to Liang Xue’s apartment. After she got off work, they headed there for hotpot—a small gathering at home.

“All for the sake of performance.”

Liang Xue shrugged. “Honestly, if I were in management, I’d support Sunday afternoon overtime too.”

“Too bad I’m just an employee.”

…

Clink—beer cans collided.

No red wine this time—hotpot called for beer. Even though it was winter, only ice-cold beer would do. Lukewarm just wouldn’t cut it.

“Not meeting again tomorrow?”

Liang Xue had invited Zhang Long over not just for a chat, but because there was something important to discuss.

“No, not going, not meeting.”

Zhang Long took a swig of cold beer, shivered, and smacked his lips. “Hongze’s performance doesn’t concern us now. Qian Caiying won’t lose the market department just because I’m not there—I’m not that important.”

“Besides, if you don’t go to Hongze, what’s the point of me being a consultant? There’s no meaning in it.”

“I’m not indulging her temper.”

Liang Xue’s eyes curved with a smile. “President Qian has been contacting me a lot, always complaining about you, saying you’re not manly, no poise, stubborn as a mule.”

“But President Qian’s straightforwardness is actually quite refreshing—she doesn’t play games.”

“Yes, she’s direct,” Zhang Long said, curling his lip. “So direct that she insults me without holding back. She never considers that I might just get fed up and refuse to be a consultant—such a fool.”

“Ha, true,” Liang Xue laughed, teasing as she watched Zhang Long’s slightly indignant expression. “I think President Qian understands now why you’re ignoring her. So whether her attitude is good or bad doesn’t really matter.”

“Thank you for thinking of me.”

“Ugh, don’t get sentimental.”

Zhang Long waved his hand quickly, clearing his throat at Liang Xue’s bright, twinkling gaze. “I’m also being practical—can’t work with President Qian until she’s had a proper reckoning.”

“I know,” Liang Xue nodded softly, saying nothing more, just quietly watching him and picking food into his bowl.

Everything was understood without words.

Zhang Long lowered his head and ate in silence. Liang Xue’s eyes were especially bright tonight, shimmering mysteriously from time to time—he couldn’t meet her gaze for long.

Being a consultant had its own rules.

Until Liang Xue joined Hongze, he wouldn’t agree to be a consultant. Only after she was in could he consider it.

That way, Qian Caiying would know that he was only willing because of Liang Xue, and would value her more.

“Want another beer?”

Suddenly, the atmosphere broke. Zhang Long looked down to see the first can was empty. Liang Xue offered another from the fridge—should he drink it?

What if Liang Xue got tipsy again? Damn…

Zhang Long took a deep breath—my goodness!

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The second chapter is in progress—please be patient.