Zhu Zixuan was getting angry, and no one except Lei Fang could hold her back. Wen Liang frowned and looked at her bitterly, saying, "Can you not go?"
"No!" Zhu Zixuan originally said it casually, but when she saw that Wen Liang seemed very frustrated with her little tail, she immediately became excited and shouted: "I want to follow you to see if someone who makes tens of thousands of dollars a day is just bragging!"
Wen Liang said helplessly: "It's okay to take you there, but you have to promise me one thing. When you get there, you must be absolutely quiet. You are not allowed to make noises or ask questions. You can only bring your eyes but not your mouth. Can you do it?"
Zhu Zixuan didn't expect Wen Liang to agree so readily. She was just thinking in her mind that after exposing his lies, she would not embarrass him too much because he was quite interesting. She would just tell him a few jokes. As a man, self-esteem is very important. She couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Ah? Is there really a business that can make you tens of thousands a day?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "You are just sitting in a well and looking at the sky. A few tens of thousands a day is nothing. Hundreds of thousands a day is no big deal. Let alone others, even when the market is good, even Lei Shao can make a million or eight hundred thousand a day. Isn't it like playing? But today we are not making money, we are only spending money!"
He paused and said, "A great man once said that making millions a day is not a skill, but being able to spend millions is a skill!"
Zhu Zixuan laughed so hard that her body shook. She said, "I think your greatest skill is bragging. What great man said that? How come I have never heard of it?"
"Before Van Gogh died, his paintings were worthless," Wen Liang pushed open the door, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning passed through the ginkgo trees and hit his face. The ordinary boy seemed to become a little extraordinary in this dazzling array. The smile on his lips was like a drop of morning dew sliding down the grass, reflecting his white teeth, and he even had a somewhat elegant demeanor.
"so what?"
Zhu Zixuan looked at Wen Liang's profile, and suddenly felt a little panicked and flustered, but it only lasted for a short moment before it disappeared without a trace.
She secretly stuck out her tongue, patted her chest, and secretly cheered herself up: Zixuan, Brother Lei is the best man in the world. Although Wen Liang is not bad, he is not even worthy of carrying Brother Lei's shoes... Well, or I should say, he is always a little bit short of Brother Lei!
“So even if a great person is in front of you, you may not recognize him, for example, me!”
Zhu Zixuan blinked hard to make sure that the person in front of her with a mean face was the same person as the last second. She resolutely took back the last sentence that flashed through her mind:
Compared to Brother Lei, I’m not even worthy of carrying shoes, let alone polishing them!
"Shame on you, huh!"
After leaving the courtyard, there was a black Audi 100 and a red BMW M E6 parked at the door. Wen Liang walked to the front of the Audi naturally and smiled at Zhu Zixuan who was following closely behind him, "So you like BMWs?"
When it comes to cars, there is not much difference between men and women. Zhu Zixuan said with great joy: "BMW is so beautiful. Look at your Audi, it's so ugly!"
Wen Liang joked: "Your M doesn't look that good. Speaking of BMW, why don't you change to a Z?"
"How did you know I ordered the Z? Well, it must have been Brother Lei who told me. Really, this big mouth tells everyone everything!" Zhu Zixuan muttered angrily, but when she thought of the Z that was about to be in her hands, she became excited again and said, "The first batch of Z will not be available until May. I have reserved one and will take you for a ride when the time comes!"
Wen Liang opened the car door, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "It's my honor!"
"Drive my BMW, who wants to drive an Audi... Oh, you dare to push me..."
Wen Liang was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he pushed her head in. Sometimes, appropriate physical contact could bring people closer together.
This watertight, every-possible-to-find trick has almost become our instinct for forgiveness!
There is no malice, but it is not so pure either. Perhaps this is the sadness of being a real social person and hanging around in this society!
Tongtai Securities is a ten-story building located in the middle of Zhaoyang North Road. The first and second floors are the lobby, a gathering place for retail investors and a paradise for various amateur commentators. The third to fifth floors are the VIP rooms, where investors must have more than one million yuan in capital to enter. The sixth to eighth floors are the special account and institutional operation rooms, where the general minimum requirement is three million yuan. However, since the actual operation is not strict, sometimes it is possible to negotiate a balance below three million yuan.
Entering the hall, the crowded scene was comparable to a superstar's concert, but the difference was that you had to pay to watch a concert, and everyone who came here had a dream of getting rich. Wen Liang called Ning Xi and asked her to come down to pick someone up, but when he turned around, he smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Zhu Zixuan was obviously in the sales department for the first time. She stood at the door and refused to take a step inside. "I won't squeeze in with these stinky men. Smell what it smells like in here. It stinks to death!"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "We are not in the lobby. We have a separate room on the eighth floor. You want to see how I spend my money? You can't see it unless you come in!"
"Isn't it just stock speculation? What kind of business do I think it is?" Zhu Zixuan seemed to look down on this business. She pointed at the hall and said, "Look at all the people here. That person's clothes don't add up to more than 50 yuan. That woman is even carrying a basket of vegetables. And there's an old man over there with white hair who doesn't even need to put on makeup to play the White Snake. He keeps staring at the screen. Can you see it in his eyes? This is a business that anyone can do. Do you dare to brag that you can make, no, spend millions in a day?"
This complaint was so sharp that Wen Liang felt a slight pain in his forehead and said, "This..."
"Hahaha, there's finally a day when I can stump you, hooray!" Perhaps because this victory came too suddenly, Zhu Zixuan excitedly grabbed Wen Liang's hand and jumped up, her hair swinging back and forth as she jumped. At this moment, all her rudeness was gone, and she was filled with youth!
If there were no retail investors, there would be no institutions willing to take over the market, and there would be no countless funds pouring into the stock market. In the process of stock investment, the game between all investors did not create additional value, but was just a redistribution of wealth. Some people got more, some got less, but more people lost all the wealth accumulated in the real society and became the last fool to take the baton in the greater fool game.
Unfortunately, no one thinks they are stupid, so there is never a shortage of fools in the stock market!
Wen Liang certainly wouldn't tell Zhu Zixuan these words. Ning Xi just walked out of the elevator, pulled her hand away calmly, shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's up to you! If you want to come, then come. If you don't want to, you can drive away first. I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"
Zhu Zixuan's eyes lit up and she said, "Sister Xi is here too? You guys are really doing big business. I want to go!"
If it weren't for the fact that this man had such a fickle personality, Wen Liang really wanted to ask: Where is your moral integrity
Seeing Zhu Zixuan behind Wen Liang, Ning Xi didn't seem surprised at all. She scratched her nose and said, "As expected, you little burden are here after all..."
Zhu Zixuan laughed and said, "I will be good today and not cause any trouble to Sister Xi!"
"Well, you go up first. Lei Fang is here too. I want to talk to Wen Liang!"
Hearing Lei Fang, Zhu Zixuan almost rushed into the elevator. After she left, Wen Liang smiled to Ning Xi and said, "Okay, so you knew she came to see me this morning..."
"Remember what I said last night, as long as you are willing, there is no privacy in Beijing! Zhu Zixuan's BMW just stopped at the gate of the courtyard, and I don't know how many calls I received here. So, classmate Wen Liang, you must control yourself when I am not with you. If any rumors reach my ears, be careful of your..."
Ning Xi stretched out her scissor hands and snapped them twice quickly. This was originally a joke, but Ning Xi was smart and would never bring up the phrase "there is no privacy in the capital" again for no reason. Wen Liang's heart sank slightly, but he could not see anything unusual on Ning Xi's face. He temporarily suppressed his doubts and asked, "Is it troublesome to bring her here?"
Ning Xi shook her head and said, "Zixuan is much smarter than she looks. She knows what to say and what not to say. Come on, it's okay!"
She smiled and said, "You, are you getting along well with her now? You were tugging at the entrance of the hall just now. Aren't you afraid that Lei Fang will see you and get jealous?"
The place was already filled with jealousy. Wen Liang quickly raised his right hand and said, "I swear to God, she caught me!" Then he lowered his voice and said obscenely, "If you don't believe me, you can find a place to test my fighting ability now..."
Ning Xi nodded without hesitation, stepped into the elevator, and said, "If you can't make it two hours, you know the consequences!"
Wen Liang's legs went weak and he almost fell in. He was so shocked that he couldn't help himself: "Usually, my best battle is only one and a half..."
"Oh, why did I remember it was an hour last time?"
"Don't be so shameless, okay? Doesn't foreplay count?"
On the eighth floor, there were two staff members sitting by the corridor. One was responsible for stopping the idlers, and the other was for serving the special account room. When they saw Ning Xi, they stood up respectfully, lowered their heads and dared not look directly at her. It was obvious that they had been mesmerized by her beauty during this period.
If they knew that this fairy-like girl was arguing with a little boy about how long sex should last until the moment the elevator door opened, they might jump down the stairs crying.
This special account room on the eighth floor may not be the most luxurious in the whole capital, but it is much better than the hardware facilities in general cities. It is a room that Tongtai Securities uses to receive the most distinguished big customers. It has an elegant environment and complete facilities. It has a refrigerator, a TV, a goldfish tank, a sofa, etc. There is also a small suite inside for traders to rest. Wen Liang followed Ning Xi in. Although it was not yet time for the market to open, the three traders in the room were still staring at the computer intently. They had the trading plan they just received today on their hands. This was for the purpose of confidentiality. The daily tasks could only be obtained on the same day. Three people sat side by side on the three-person sofa in the corner. They had short haircuts, sat upright, had straight waists, and had a strong aura. They should be the best among the veterans from Lingyang.
Zhu Zixuan stood behind the trader, staring at the computer, looking around with a curious look on his face. Lei Fang came out from the inner room, his hearty laughter seemed to have never changed, and said, "Brother Wen, I miss you so much!"
Wen Liang opened his arms and gave him a brotherly hug, but only the two of them understood that the interests between them far outweighed the superficial affection. "Brother Lei, I haven't seen you for a month, and you are still so energetic. But I can't do that. I can't eat or sleep well. Just now, Sister Ning Xi laughed at me for being prematurely aged!"
Premature aging of course refers to another aspect. Wen Liang blinked mischievously. Ning Xi felt embarrassed and numb at the bottom of her heart, but her expression was calm as usual. Lei Fang didn't hear the flaw and said, "If you are prematurely aging, wouldn't I be buried half in the ground? Brother Wen, you can't scold me in front of me like this!"
The two laughed at the same time, and suddenly a trader in his thirties said, "The market is open!"
Ning Xi waved her hand and said calmly, "Follow the plan, and hit .7 today!"
Lei Fang quickly stopped smiling and asked Wen Liang to sit on the sofa on the other side. He then made a cup of tea in a methodical manner. It seemed that he had learned a lot from Baidu. He whispered, "This is the third time I've washed the dishes. It should be about done..."
Zhu Zixuan, who had just been driven over by Ning Xi, immediately became interested and asked, "What is dishwashing?"
This question is easy to answer for an old hand, but it is not so easy to explain to Zhu Zixuan who knows nothing. Wen Liang knows that she will not give up until she reaches the Yellow River, so he simply and straightforwardly said three sentences: "Washing the market means that I want to buy the shares in the hands of retail investors at a low price, and use various methods to make them feel that it is better to sell to stop losses than to continue holding, and then I will eat these floating shares at a low price. This is washing the market!"
Zhu Zixuan understood immediately and said, "How insidious! Aren't you guys lying?"
"Very clever," Wen Liang said with a smile, "In the final analysis, market manipulation is a scam. It tricks people into cutting their losses when absorbing funds, tricks people into exiting when washing the market, tricks people into entering the market when pushing up the market, and tricks people into taking over when selling. Technical indicators, technical patterns, K-line combinations, and stock price trends are all scams. Only by successfully deceiving can investors make mistakes continuously, and then undermine the confidence of followers, thus achieving the ultimate goal of market manipulation - making money!"
Zhu Zixuan's sensitivity to finance clearly exceeded her average IQ. She said, "The purpose of the wash..."
"The purpose of the wash is of course to wash out the shareholders with weak will, and then further increase the average cost of shareholders, thereby reducing the difficulty and risk of the banker's future shipments! Sometimes, in order to have absolute control, it is necessary to wash the market repeatedly, so there should be a good show to watch today!"
Wen Liang looked at Ning Xi who was sitting beside the computer opposite the three traders. Her face was still beautiful, but besides her beauty, she looked even more cold and stern!
(Thanks to Siberia Nanyang lkhhh, Xiaoao Tiandi Ruyang Wang, Never Give Up Lei Huayuan Liuyan Lao Shuiniu Mengmengmengmengmengzcy8568800 for the reward)
(Thanks to spectator 11 Cheng Yan Xiao Ning Yu Xi 1888 for the reward)
(Thank you again, Brother Piaopiao, for becoming the leader. I don’t know if there will be another leader. Maru’s ambition is, of course, to have as many as possible:) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)