Chapter 49: 88 Punan Road
At the birthday lunch, Lu Liang refrained from drinking. After eating, he went ho for a short nap before setting out on his return journey.
Zhao Haisheng called to inform him that the rental procedures had been completed. All that remained was for Lu Liang to sign and authorize tomorrow, and the institutional account would beco active imdiately.
Over the past two days, the stock market had started to recover. The Shanghai Composite Index stopped falling at 4,000 points, and today, for the first ti since the crash, it turned positive.
However, Te Li A (Special Power A) continued its slow downward slide, dropping just a few cents each day. It was pure tornt.
Lu Liang, closely monitoring the stock's funding movents, keenly noticed institutions starting to build positions at the bottom. Not wanting to lag behind, he prepared to act.
By ten o’clock, Lu Liang had returned to Magic City (Shanghai).
Instead of heading to Zhang Qian's place or Tomson Riviera, he went to the Sheshan Clubhouse.
Last week, ng Changkun had introduced him to this place—a highly reputable n's wellness club.
After driving for half a day, Lu Liang was a bit fatigued. He planned to rest for the night and head back to the city the following morning.
Navigating effortlessly to the parking lot, he paid 8,800 yuan for a package that included full-body therapy and an overnight stay. He started with a sauna, followed by a hot spring soak to relax his body and mind, before a robust Thai masseuse began a thorough session.
The 120-minute treatnt could be summarized in one phrase: a mix of pain and pleasure. The ancient muscle-relief techniques were legendary, notably improving prostate health.
After the massage, the therapist reminded him to avoid releasing his energy for 12 hours to ensure the treatnt's effectiveness.
This technique was one of the reasons ng Changkun frequently visited the club and even beca a long-term mber.
As the session ended, his joints were wrapped in ginger-infused hot towels. At that mont, Lu Liang felt as if he was ascending to a higher plane of existence...
The next morning, feeling refreshed, Lu Liang drove to Guotai's branch office on 88 Punan Road.
Zhao Haisheng was already waiting at the entrance. Together, they went to the VIP room to finalize the rental contract and then proceeded to the bank for a transfer.
In an instant, the nine-figure balance in Lu Liang's account dropped to zero. Manager Liu from the bank gazed at him forlornly, like an abandoned housewife.
Lu Liang remained indifferent, as decisive as a man who discards his lover without a second thought.
After completing the large transfer, the two returned to the office.
"Mr. Lu, congratulations! From now on, 88 Punan Road is your seat. May you dominate the market, see wealth flow like water, and enjoy continuous gains!"
Zhao Haisheng, beaming with enthusiasm, was thrilled. If Lu Liang's trading activity brought substantial inco to the branch, Zhao might secure a promotion next year, breaking free from his current position to enter managent.
"88—it’s a lucky number," Lu Liang said with a smirk as he entered his private trading room.
Years ago, back when internet access wasn’t as advanced, transactions had to be made in person at the trading floor. As a result, VIP and institutional trading rooms beca common. So teams would stay in them for days or even weeks.
Although technology had evolved, making it possible to trade without visiting a securities firm, the trading rooms had been retained.
Inside, five computers were lined up in a row, and the space also included a bathroom, rest area, and washroom, akin to a business suite in a hotel.
"Haisheng, step out for now. I'll call you if I need anything."
Taking out his own laptop, Lu Liang logged into the institutional account. While he trusted Guotai, he believed in erring on the side of caution. He even used his portable Wi-Fi instead of the office's connection. 𝙧Ａ𐌽ȏʙÊṦ
Unlike regular accounts, institutional accounts allowed trading during the pre-market bidding session at 9:15 AM. However, Lu Liang opted to wait until the official market opening at 9:30 AM.
From his observations, only one or two institutions were building positions in Te Li A. They seed to be in collusion, and Lu Liang knew a sudden move from him might draw their attention.
His current strategy was to bide his ti. Only by accumulating enough chips would he qualify to sit at the table.
Unlike his previous, aggressive trading style, this ti Lu Liang was particularly cautious. He turned the 79 million yuan of available funds into a re 790,000 yuan's worth of fragnted purchases.
With the current stock price at 9.58 yuan, buying 100 shares (one lot) cost only 958 yuan.
Patiently, he made small trades, buying just ten or twenty lots at a ti, with each transaction capped at 50,000 yuan.
This stock wasn’t a one-off rally; its trajectory spanned several months, with multiple waves of movent. Lu Liang had plenty of ti to learn and gain experience.
Two hours flew by, and by 11:30 AM, the market paused for lunch.
Lu Liang had executed 58 trades, averaging one every two minutes. His total position was 2.32 million yuan, comprising 2,426 lots.
Though not substantial, he was satisfied. The institutions lurking in the stock hadn’t noticed his presence.
The stock continued its downward drift.
Despite losing a few thousand yuan—mostly due to transaction fees—Lu Liang remained unfazed.
“Ti flies when you're having fun. Ti for lunch,” he remarked, patting his stomach.
“Mr. Lu, I’ve reserved a private room at a Cantonese restaurant. Are you free for lunch?” Zhao Haisheng, who seed to have been waiting outside, extended an eager invitation.
“Is it far? If it’s too far, forget it.”
“Not at all, just a little over a kiloter away.”
“All right, then. Ride with .”
Packing his things, Lu Liang drove Zhao to the restaurant.
Zhao had no ulterior motives; he simply wanted to express gratitude for being able to continue serving Lu Liang.
Lu Liang enjoyed the al guilt-free but didn’t linger for idle chatter. After all, the market would reopen at 1:00 PM.
Back at Yongfeng Building, 16th floor, E Section, Tianxing Investnts:
“So sleepy, so bored, I just want to nap.”
Chen Jinchun propped her chin on one hand, yawning as she fought off drowsiness. The office’s overly cold air conditioning had compelled her to drape a blanket over her lap.
"If you have nothing to do, study for a graduate degree or an accounting certificate,” suggested Tang Caidie, sipping coffee while browsing updates to the comrcial tax law.
As a skilled accountant, she believed in more than bookkeeping—strategic planning, including tax optimization, was crucial.
Tang was not only a managent PhD from Shanghai Finance University but also a law master’s degree holder from East China Normal University. If she hadn’t resigned and wasted a few years, she might already be a vice president.
Still, Tang was content with her current situation.
Their boss was rarely in the office, leaving her workload light. It was even more relaxed than running a B&B in Cainan.
“I’d love to, but ever since writing my thesis, I can’t stand the sight of books.”
Chen groaned, clutching her head dramatically.
A phrase she’d read online perfectly sumd her up: “I’m the type to occasionally be ambitiously inspired but mostly just drift along aimlessly.”
If she’d had even a shred of ambition, she wouldn’t have graduated from a second-tier university or ended up working as a receptionist. But the job offered a 9-to-5 schedule, weekends off, and an internship salary of 5,000 yuan per month.
On top of that, the boss was surprisingly generous, offering a 600-yuan al subsidy and an 800-yuan housing allowance. The total ca to 6,400 yuan during the internship.
Chen shared these benefits in her college group chat, instantly turning her classmates green with envy.
So struggled in major corporations for only 2,000–3,000 yuan as interns, uncertain if they’d be offered a permanent role. anwhile, she was enjoying the leisurely life of a retiree, sparking inevitable jealousy.
“You’re remarkably self-aware,” a male voice teased.
Assuming it was the guy next door trying to flirt again, Chen retorted irritably, “What’s it to you—”
Her words faltered when she saw who had arrived. Flustered, she stamred, “M-Mr. Lu, good afternoon! Have you had lunch?”
“Sorry, I thought it was that guy next door again,” Chen hurriedly explained.
“Soone’s been bothering you in my absence?”
Sensing a misunderstanding, Tang Caidie smiled and interjected, “Not exactly. It’s just that a fair lady always attracts gentlen.”
Realizing the situation, Lu Liang chuckled and let it go.
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