Chapter 102: The Beautiful Figure That Came Knocking Suddenly

Runde, Trading Department.

The mentoring manager on Zhang Long’s account was utterly stunned when he saw the QQ chat screenshot showing a deposit of two million yuan.

It was both a delight and a fright. So there really were rich second-generation heirs who dressed like bargain-bin drifters. As for Zhang Long being a young self-made millionaire, impossible—absolutely impossible.

Not long after, roughly an hour later, the accounts on Dingxin and Runde’s spot platforms were successively activated. Still, the current price level was not ideal for action. It would be better to wait until the Huiyin account had closed out its profitable position before moving in sync.

He sent QQ messages to Zou Ming and another mentoring manager, telling them to send out recommendations whenever an entry opportunity appeared.

There was no need to call directly. That was too much trouble. Sending trading advice by phone was more convenient, and there was no need to guide the client step by step or coax him into entering the market.

And so time passed.

Last Friday’s Nonfarm Payrolls data had been bullish around the 6,150 level, but the market had only crept upward by a tiny margin before beginning a straight descent to around 6,000. Zhang Long had seized the move fiercely and made two excellent trades, finishing his first week with a net profit of five million yuan.

Yesterday, Monday, marked a fresh start. Although the Huiyin account had only earned 400,000 yuan, that was partly because the market had not been swinging much lately.

Still, spot trading was linked to the converted data of the international market. The global market would not remain quiet for long.

Tonight might bring huge fluctuations.

At present, silver was hovering around 6,300. The trade Zhang Long had made that morning had not offered much room for profit. With 35 lots, he had only netted 30 points, or 52,500 yuan.

Most of the Huiyin account’s funds had already been withdrawn, and he was not fully loaded, so the profit figure looked rather pitiful.

“Still, full leverage feels the best.”

With a light exhale, Zhang Long clicked his tongue in admiration, then rubbed his hands together. Around the 6,300 level, he would buy in half-position across three accounts. If a single account position earned too little, then what if more than three million yuan entered through three accounts?

Profits would soar. Tonight he would fly.

“Don’t just stare. Send it.”

At Dingxin’s trading department, Yu Na looked at Zou Ming, who was still hesitating beside her, and could not help feeling frustrated on his behalf. What was wrong with shorting around 6,300? It was perfectly fine.

The broader trend was bearish to begin with, even if last Friday’s Nonfarm Payrolls report had pushed prices upward step by step.

The reason Zou Ming could not produce results was that he was too cautious, always looking ahead and behind, afraid the client might lose money. If you were afraid of losses, why work in finance at all?

Clients brought money into the financial markets either to get rich overnight or for the thrill of the process. It was like gambling, staring at the account balance as it rose and fell.

That feeling was indescribably exhilarating.

“Do you want this client or not?”

Seeing that Zou Ming still had not acted, Yu Na rolled her eyes and said angrily, “If you don’t, give him to me. We’ll split the commission fifty-fifty according to the rules. Deal?”

Hmm? Deal or no deal?

Inside, Zou Ming naturally felt it was not a deal. Even if his own guidance was awful, he still did not want to split the commission with anyone else.

Of course, giving the client to Yu Na would indeed be easier than guiding him himself, and it would be money for nothing.

As long as Zhang Long did not die out, he could keep earning without lifting a finger.

“Hmm? I’m going…”

Just as Yu Na was about to persuade Zou Ming further, her eyes swept over the computer screen. The boss had sent the latest trading status of a client. She instinctively clicked it open, and there, in the open positions list, was Zhang Long’s name.

And the crucial part—30 lots, 50 kg?

“Damn, what a beast!”

Yu Na’s whole body jolted. She hurriedly slapped Zou Ming and pointed him toward the group. “Zhang Long shorted 30 lots, 50 kg. The client didn’t even need you to call him in—he went in on his own.”

“And you’re still stuck here hesitating. Do you even understand the mindset of a rich heir? He’s playing for the thrill.”

“Whether he makes money or not doesn’t matter.”

Zou Ming said nothing. He stared blankly at Zhang Long’s position slip. After doing trading guidance and client maintenance for so long, this was the first time someone under his name had opened such a huge position directly.

Thirty lots, fifty kilograms each—half a position, one million yuan!

A one-point move was worth 1,500 yuan. Losing a few dozen points and ten thousand yuan could vanish in no time. Not worried?

So this was the mindset of a rich heir?

Did you call him out?

Looking at the closing order in the group, where Zhang Long’s 30-lot short position had only netted 10 points before exiting, Yu Na could not help asking Zou Ming.

Zou Ming shook his head. “From entry to exit, I hadn’t said a single word to Brother Zhang.”

Well then, Yu Na was a little impressed. Zou Ming had somehow picked up such a foolish client. Respect.

“Damn…”

Suddenly Yu Na’s gaze trembled, and she clicked her tongue. “Thirty lots long? He’s really aggressive.”

Zou Ming was also startled. Watching Zhang Long flip from short to long, the total trading volume had already reached 60 lots.

Well, the commission was too easy to earn.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

At Bund Dragon Residence, just as Zhang Long had turned all three spot accounts from short to long, the doorbell suddenly rang. In the middle of the afternoon, who would be coming to the door—an agent showing a place?