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Chapter 8: Chapter 8 The Kung Fu of One-Finger Zen Chapter 8: Chapter 8 The Kung Fu of One-Finger Zen Willow Tree Road, Fennel Noodle House.

After returning, Chen Cheng sat at the small desk by the attic window, pulling out a notebook, fingers flying swiftly across the keyboard.

And Xiao ier sat by the bed, silently folding the clothes they brought back.

She would occasionally lift her head and glance at Chen Cheng’s focused silhouette, a tender warmth in her eyes.

Chen Cheng was very clear at this mont; only with money could he lead the life he desired.

But he understood even more that in this life, one cannot earn money beyond one’s understanding.

So, he resud his old line of work, lines of code appearing on the screen.

Strategy mindset:

Stock selection: Financial indicators-based stock picking

Timing: RSRS timing

Position holding: Hold 10 stocks when there are opening signals; stay in cash when not satisfied

#initialize function, setting up benchmarks, etc.

def initialize(context):

# Turn on dynamic rights adjustnt mode (real price)

set_option(‘use_real_price’, True)

But as lines of code appeared one by one, Chen Cheng realized a problem.

Back in his institutional days, in terms of information access on this level, of course, the current software and hardware base could not compare with the past.

More importantly, even if he was extrely lucky, and the program he wrote along with the devised strategies were flawless, and plus, if the market trend continued to rise, it would still not outperform the daily interest rate in this ga.

This was like being given a gold mine, where chanical and large-scale mining was a clear option, yet one insisted on seeking a distant solution by employing the most primitive and clumsy manual excavation.

Therefore, Chen Cheng understood that to truly master this ga, one still needed a large initial infusion of capital.

The tapping sounds of the keyboard gradually ca to a stop, and Chen Cheng’s gaze shifted to the window.

The light filtering through the leaves seed to narrate his confusion.

“Eh, what are these English words, commas, and brackets for?”

Seeing Chen Cheng stop, Xiao ier tiptoed over to him, leaning over and curiously looking at the dry text on the screen.

Chen Cheng turned his head, his gaze unintentionally falling on the snowy white skin of Xiao ier’s chest.

He quickly averted his eyes, explaining patiently, “These are programming syntax and symbols, used to control the behavior and logic of the program.”

Xiao ier imdiately praised him, “Such complicated stuff, and you’ve written so much in a short while.

If it were , even if I typed it all out, with my slow typing skills, I wouldn’t finish until nightfall, right?”

“Don’t flatter , Sister ier.”

“I’m telling the truth!”

Xiao ier said seriously, pointing at the code on the screen, “All these letters and symbols look like a ss to , but you can turn them into sothing that makes money, isn’t that amazing?”

Leaning back in his chair, Chen Cheng curiously asked as he looked at the stars filling his vision, “Can I ask you a question?”

“I don’t understand any of this,” laughed Xiao ier.

Chen Cheng shook his head, “Sister ier, if you had a lot of money, what would you do?”

Xiao ier leaned on the table, her beautiful legs naturally crossed, her left hand supporting her chin, and said, “I’d open a place even better than Xin Chuanji under the Big Willow Tree!”

Chen Cheng thought she would talk about enjoying life or buying sothing she’d never been willing to purchase, but this simple yet grand aspiration was Xiao ier’s most sincere thought.

“Is it that simple?” he asked.

“Simple?

I don’t think it’s simple?” Xiao ier’s gaze drifted off into the distance as she spoke slowly:

“When I was eighteen, I carried the 2000 yuan given to by my family, and after sitting on the K590 train for a day and a night, I finally arrived here.”

“I was thinking at the ti, once I make money, I want to open a restaurant just like Xin Chuanji.”

Xiao ier laughed bitterly and helplessly, “But look.

It’s been over ten years, and I still haven’t achieved this dream.”

Chen Cheng listened quietly, feeling the persistence in Xiao ier’s heart.

“Elder Sister ier, don’t worry.

With here, your dream will soon co true,” Chen Cheng said.

A light glimred in Xiao ier’s eyes as she smiled faintly: “There you go boasting again, kiddo!”

“I’m not bragging!”

“All right, all right, take a break.

If you’re tired from writing, move your neck around and look into the distance,” Xiao ier straightened up, “I’m going to make dinner, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Chen Cheng watched Xiao ier descend the stairs, feeling as if the long-lost, hoy scent had finally arrived.

And after seeing the stack of neatly folded clothes on the bed, the desire to win inside him grew even stronger.

“I must get so money!”

Although Chen Cheng now had a hundred thousand, the interest generated from this sum was nowhere near enough to quickly realize his dreams.

He had to find a way to rapidly accumulate initial capital.

Earning money through business had long been written into the Criminal Code, legal and compliant, and that had always been Chen Cheng’s bottom line since starting his career.

He turned on his cellphone, as if all the circumstances were guiding him to take out a few loans.

The advertisent stating “18% annual interest rate, borrowing 1,000 yuan for just 1 day costs only 0.5 yuan” seed to have sprouted hundreds of invisible spider silks, incessantly tugging at Chen Cheng’s fingertips.

A simple tap on the loan button, and his overnight riches would arrive.

“Xiao Cheng!

Co down for dinner!”

The voice from downstairs snapped Chen Cheng out of his thoughts, and he suddenly beca alert; he couldn’t bring himself to fund those bloodsucking institutions with his hard-earned interest.

“Coming,” he called back.

Then, Chen Cheng exited the loan application, and as soon as he got up, he noticed that the [Items] section in his panel had changed without him realizing.

[Item: Unlock for 3,000 yuan]

Chen Cheng thought the sum wasn’t much and, adopting the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he unlocked the first item.

[Congratulations, you have acquired Zhongguancun Xinda Network Technology Co., Ltd.]

[Related docunts have been delivered to the wardrobe behind you.]

Chen Cheng hurried over, opened the wardrobe door, and indeed found a yellow kraft paper bag inside.

He looked inside and not only found business licenses and other docunts but also proofs of three years of financial statents; his eyes instantly lit up.

A car could secure a loan of a hundred thousand; that was the friendship price from Shu Biao.

But a company could borrow much more than just a hundred thousand!

The astute Chen Cheng imdiately understood where his first large bucket of start-up capital was going to co from.

Enterprise loans often co with lower interest rates than personal credit loans or secured loans and allow borrowing of much larger amounts.

Moreover, with the central bank recently releasing the news of “250 trillion yuan in loan balances,” this was undoubtedly the best signal.

“Xiao Cheng, are you ready?” Xiao ier’s voice ca from downstairs, her footsteps drawing near.

The corners of Chen Cheng’s mouth curled into a smile as he cheerfully replied, “Coming!

Coming!”

His brisk footsteps indicated that he had found the optimal solution.

Now, he would go first thing tomorrow morning to the company’s location at the Beijing branch to process the loan.

On the dining table, three dishes had already been prepared: shredded pork with garlic sauce, Mapo Tofu, and beef leftovers from today.

Xiao ier brought over the bowls and chopsticks, “Xiao Cheng, I’m going out to set up the stall after I finish eating.

Will you be on your own in the store?”

Chen Cheng sat opposite her, “I’ll go with you to lend a hand.”

“Is that so?” Xiao ier was surprised and expectant.

Chen Cheng picked up his rice bowl, “Didn’t you say I’ve beco good at taking care of people?

Shouldn’t I show it off a bit?”

Xiao ier picked up her chopsticks and lightly tapped the back of Chen Cheng’s hand, chuckling with a scolding tone: “Always the talkative one, you!”

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