The ga is all about adrenaline, and the goal is excitent.
Ren Zhong's stock pool has a lot of overlap with the ones he arbitraged before, with only minor adjustnts made.
When he re-entered the market, he stumbled upon a little surprise.
According to his original estimates, his exit and re-entry were likely to cost him significant profit margins.
But, unexpectedly, after a whole day had passed, the gains on these stocks were generally low, so were almost flat, and so even dipped a little.
This was slightly different from the scenes in his mory.
This indicates that after he exited initially, a large amount of dium-sized funds had also been discretely withdrawn by splitting into small and ultra-small orders.
This amount of funds is not insignificant and would usually cause a severe drop in stock prices.
However, the overall trend was still upward, and a subtle balance ford between the bullish and bearish forces, resulting in the current situation.
Ren Zhong's 540 billion quietly re-entered the market, like a slow and gentle flow.
Four hours later, his capital layout was 50% complete.
With 50% of the funds invested, the coverage rate of the selected stock pool was also around 50%.
He opted not to deploy all stocks simultaneously via a slow-buying program but rather entered stock-by-stock in a semi-manual, semi-automatic manner.
A strange phenonon appeared: as he built his positions, those chosen stocks began to accelerate upward, as if they were making up for the missed gains of the past day.
It was as if there was another group on the other side, controlling a sizable amount of money, collaborating with him, and copying his trades with pixel-level precision.
When he moved, others moved too.
When he entered, others followed suit.
It was clear that these actions were "individual" behaviors, not a large capital group operation. Otherwise, with the amount of large capital, the stock volatility wouldn't be controlled so precisely.
Ren Zhong grinned, feeling pleased.
This ti, those who could obtain his personal trading records from the Securities and Exchange Commission appeared even more blatant, earlier, and more straightforward.
All of this was within Ren Zhong's expectations.
Ren Zhong recalled the last ti.
During his last layout, that group was probably already decided and waiting for his next round of operations to copy.
However, they didn't expect him to cash out on Day 119 and stop playing altogether.
This ti, he added a stage of exiting and re-entering, giving these people a chance.
A curve of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You guys lift the sedan for , I appreciate it."
"I always run first and get the most, while you drink the soup—that's not bad either."
"Hope you can keep up when I short ngdu Group."
After checking the ti, he set the remaining parts to semi-automatic trading via offline information and got up to head out.
It was ti to take Ju Qingng to Liao Yuan County.
As soone who doesn't enjoy socializing, he found himself rarely looking forward to this occasion.
The story at the banquet was almost identical to last ti.
Before dealing with Ju Qingng's parents, he chatted more with mbers of Wu Dazui's stock trading squad.
Ren Zhong told them that, if conditions permit, they should prepare funds in advance.
Wu Dazui asked how much to prepare.
Ren Zhong only smiled and replied, "The more the better."
...
Back at the villa, Ju Qingng threw off her shawl and stretched, "Ho is still the best..."
Ren Zhong turned his head and looked directly at her graceful figure unashadly, "Indeed, you prefer wearing tank tops. Go change into sothing loose and comfortable."
Ju Qingng raised her head and glanced at him in surprise.
She hadn't expected Ren Zhong to know her so well.
"Yeah, working in a tank top is the most comfortable, it's cool and unlikely to get caught in the equipnt."
Ren Zhong praised, "It's because of your focus on work that your improvent is so rapid. You should have Fifth Level chanic skills by now, right?"
Ju Qingng: "If soone else said this, I would think it's a complint. But coming from you, who's always ahead of , it feels almost mocking."
Ren Zhong shook his head, "People are inherently different; you don't have to always asure yourself by my standards."
Ju Qingng shook her head slightly but did not refute, just said, "I'll go take a shower first."
She thought to herself, for your ambitious goals, how could I be complacent?
I don't want to be soone who's of no use to you.
Watching Ju Qingng head upstairs, Ren Zhong walked to the bar, took out a paper cup, and placed a few pieces of fine tea in it.
Then he leaned on the bar, pretending to contemplate deeply.
Twenty minutes later, Ren Zhong poured water cooled to 75 degrees into the paper cup, placed the cup on the coffee table, and lay back on the sofa, seriously pondering.
Ju Qingng's head peeked from the stairway, "Ren Zhong..."
Ren Zhong raised his head and smiled, "Just wait a bit, there's soone coming to visit later."
Ju Qingng wondered, "Who?"
Ren Zhong: "Xiao Xingyue, a reporter from Source Star TV."
"Oh, okay." Ju Qingng nodded again, "Then should I go to sleep first?"
A flicker of a shadow crossed Ren Zhong's eyes, and he shook his head, "No need, wait for ."
"Mm!"
Ju Qingng went happily upstairs again.
Ren Zhong let out a sigh secretly.
As expected, she didn't show even the slightest suspicion or jealousy.
In her mode of thinking, her fundantal logic simply doesn't include a sense of possession.
After another ten minutes, when the ti reached exactly 8:55, Xiao Xingyue appeared.
[Monthly Ticket][Recomndation Ticket]
Reviews
All reviews (0)