N-M Chapter 27: My Husband is a Financial Genius? [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
Chapter 27: My Husband is a Financial Genius? [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
Su Qianqian was silent for a moment before speaking, "I understand, Dad."
After hanging up the phone, Su Qianqian leaned back in her chair and looked at the K-line chart of "China Southern Airlines XX" on the screen.
My father's words just now temporarily put aside my doubts.
After all, someone who has been in the stock market for thirty years has seen and experienced far more than a young woman who has just come of age.
Su Qianqian minimized the transaction page and then opened QQ.
At this moment, "North Wind Howls"'s profile picture is still lit up.
Su Qianqian immediately sent a message: [Honey, are you up yet?]
Do you want to play games today?
She didn't mention the warrants because they weren't important.
……
The third day, early morning.
Su Qianqian was sleeping when she was suddenly woken up by a message notification on her phone.
She groggily reached for her phone and found that she had received a QQ message from her husband, "Beifeng Xiaoxiao".
Su Qianqian rubbed her eyes and immediately brought her phone closer to check.
Once she could see the words on the screen clearly, she went from being half-asleep to fully awake.
Honey, you lost. Accept your punishment!
Su Qianqian held her phone, stunned for several seconds.
Her mind wasn't fully clear yet; her first thought was that her husband had sent her a message, and she was overjoyed.
The second reaction is the key word.
If you lose, you have to accept the punishment?
Wait, what did you mean, "lost"?
When did she lose?
Just then, Su Qianqian suddenly thought of something and jumped up from the bed.
Without even putting on slippers, with her hair disheveled, she rushed out of the bedroom, ran straight to her desk, and pressed the power button on her computer.
During the few dozen seconds it took for the computer to boot up, Su Qianqian walked around the chair twice, her heart pounding with excitement.
Could it be that my husband was right?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Soon, the computer was turned on, online banking logged in automatically, and a transaction page popped up.
Su Qianqian looked at the candlestick chart on the screen.
She said the price went up on the first day, which was unexpected.
The price rose again the next day. My father said it was just a dead cat bounce and that it would fall the next day.
Now it's the third day, and the candlestick has gone up again.
Moreover, the most incredible thing is that the increase was not a few points or a dozen points, but a straight upward red bar.
The price increase broke through the ceiling, and the bar chart following the trading volume almost overflowed the screen border.
[Increase: 200%]
Su Qianqian stood in front of the desk, her small white hand covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on the screen.
"impossible……"
"That's absolutely impossible..."
My father said yesterday that it was garbage, that it would soon go to zero, and that there was no chance of it turning around.
She herself believed it too.
But the result...
My husband is right; he's been right from beginning to end.
Su Qianqian sat in front of the computer, staring at the K-line chart on the screen that had surged by 200%, still feeling that it was not quite real.
Her father had been trading stocks for thirty years, and she had also studied finance since childhood. The two of them agreed that "China Southern Airlines XX" was a junk warrant and was destined to be eliminated by the market.
But her husband had been insisting for three days that it would rise, his tone so certain, and he even made a bet with her.
How can my husband be so confident?
It's as if he knew in advance that the price would skyrocket today.
Is my husband a financial genius?
Thinking of this, Su Qianqian felt inexplicably happy.
If this understanding is correct, then hasn't she struck gold?
A husband she met in QQ Speed, who played games with her and helped her through so many dark times, actually managed to accurately predict market trends when everyone else was bearish.
Even her father couldn't do something like that.
Su Qianqian also felt a little regretful at the same time.
If she had listened to her husband and bought a little bit of the same thing, she could be making a lot of money now.
However, this regret was quickly overshadowed by another emotion.
My husband was right, my father was wrong.
This shows that her husband is really amazing, and she didn't fall in love with the wrong person.
Su Qianqian picked up her phone, opened QQ, and sent a message to "Beifeng Xiaoxiao".
My husband is so awesome, I give up.
How would you like them to be punished?
……
Inside the securities trading hall.
Lin Bei stood in front of the trading terminal and sold all the warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX" in his hand.
The account balance jumped from just over 10,000 to over 100,000.
Lin Bei glanced at the number and immediately clicked "confirm".
A middle-aged man nearby glanced at his screen and quickly stopped him: "Young man, did you sell all your China Southern Airlines warrants?"
"Didn't you see how much it went up today? Two hundred points!"
"This warrant has really taken off; it's bound to go up further. Wouldn't you be losing a lot of money if you sold it now?"
"That's about it." Lin Bei took the bank card out of the machine.
"What do you mean 'enough'?" the middle-aged man continued to dissuade him. "Why won't you listen to me, kid? Look at this trading volume, look at this trend! Tomorrow it could go at least another hundred points!"
Lin Bei didn't reply; he knew what would happen tomorrow.
The market will open lower tomorrow, and then it will plummet for three consecutive days, at which point this warrant will be worthless and never recover.
If you don't sell it today, you won't be able to sell it tomorrow.
Lin Bei inserted his bank card into the ATM and only felt completely at ease after seeing the balance displayed on the screen.
More than 120,000 was a considerable sum in 2008.
Moreover, Lin Bei earned it in less than a week.
The future looks promising!
Lin Bei put the bank card away, turned around and walked out of the securities hall.
He had just stepped out the door when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Lin Bei took out his phone and saw that it was Lao Gao calling.
As soon as the call connected, Lao Gao's sobbing voice came through.
"Old Lin!!!"
"I fucking regret it, I really regret it!"
Lin Bei moved the phone a little further away and continued listening to the other person's wailing.
"The China Southern Airlines warrants surged two hundred points today!" Lao Gao yelled on the phone. "If only I had listened to you when you told me that a couple of days ago!"
"In just three days, it's increased more than tenfold! The two thousand yuan of my spare change I threw in is now twenty thousand!"
Lin Bei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag: "Then whose fault is it?"
Old Gao was on the verge of tears: "How was I supposed to know you were telling the truth!"
"These worthless warrants, which were practically obsolete, suddenly jumped two hundred points. No one would believe that!"
Lin Bei sighed: "I've already put the money right in front of you, but you just won't eat it."
What else can I say?
There was a few seconds of silence on Lao Gao's end.
Soon, the voice suddenly became obsequious: "Brother... no, godfather!"
"Do you have any other inside information? Could you introduce another one to my godson?"
"I promise I'll listen to you this time. I'll buy whatever you tell me to buy, no questions asked."
"Are you kidding me?" Lin Bei flicked the ash from his cigarette, looking speechless. "Do you really think I'm the protagonist of a novel, with some kind of superhuman system that lets me see the future stock market trends?"
"If I had that ability, why would I bother going to school? I could just lie down and make money."
Old Gao: "Didn't you buy the right things before?"
Lin Bei: "That was all a fluke, it only happened once."
Old Gao: "You're so lucky, why don't you guess another one?"
"Let's talk about it later." Lin Bei put a cigarette in his mouth and rubbed his temples. "If there's another opportunity like this in the future, I'll definitely think of you."
"Okay." Old Gao was instantly overjoyed: "Goodbye, Godfather!"
He hung up the phone, and just as he put it back in his pocket, it vibrated again.
This time it was a QQ message, sent by my wife, "Singing of Loneliness".
Lin Bei looked at the messages on his phone.
He was silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he suddenly thought of an interesting punishment.