Chapter 108: Liang Xue Fainted

Star Journey Technology.

This was a technology company primarily focused on online game development. The falling stock that Zhang Long had been gradually buying into over the past two days belonged to Star Journey. The advent of the smartphone era was undoubtedly a powerful catalyst for the gaming industry's growth.

Zhang Long did not know why it was skyrocketing, nor did he care to. As long as it rose steadily and made him cold, hard cash, that was enough.

***

"Sis, a small profit is still a profit."

In the Blizzard Team of Hongze, Chang Song did not hesitate to follow the boss's policy and remind the clients to cash out. "Whether Tiannan Technology will rise this afternoon is unknown, and whether it will go up or down tomorrow on Friday is even more of a mystery. We've already made quite a bit of profit from the rise these past few days. Being safe and avoiding greed is better than anything else, right?"

Liang Xue's policy was, in fact, also Qian Caiying's policy: they could no longer hold onto Tiannan Technology.

After rising for several days, it had suddenly begun to plummet, and tomorrow was Friday, making the probability of a decline higher than fifty percent.

This kind of judgment didn't even require a keen market sense; any veteran investor could roughly predict it. In short, pull out when you should; staying in carried too much risk.

In any case, selling now still meant a profit—it was just a slightly smaller profit, which was still far better than a loss.

Trying to be greedy in a bear market was simply too difficult.

"Star Journey Technology?"

Pacing around the marketing department, Qian Caiying had not yet decided whether to recommend it. It had opened 5.5% higher and had now reached 7%. Whether it would hit the daily limit was unknown, and whether it would continue to rise tomorrow on Friday was even more uncertain. Recommending clients to buy in carried unpredictable risks. But since Zhang Long was buying the dip?

Given the kid's guts, he had been buying during the decline over the past two days and had only just broken even, not yet making a profit. Even if it rose tomorrow, it would be at most 10%. With 5 million in the managed account, he would only make 500,000. Would he be satisfied with that?

Unless he estimated that it would continue to rise next week.

It had to be said that Qian Caiying's analysis was quite reasonable. However, the clients had suffered frequent losses last month. Having just restored a bit of vitality and trust, should they really push them to chase a rising stock?

If they bet wrong, the trust they had just rebuilt with the clients would be completely ruined. To bet or not to bet?

Of course, even if they did recommend Star Journey Technology to their clients, very few would actually dare to chase the rise.

But if they guessed right, it would at least boost trust.

***

*Bzz, bzz...*

At the Bund Dragon Residence, Zhang Long, who was monitoring the spot market trends, picked up his phone. Seeing that it was the real estate agent, Little Wu, he couldn't help but frown. A house viewing in the middle of the morning?

Yesterday, he had made 3.1 million from spot trading, bringing the four-day total to 6 million. He needed to make 4 million today.

Only then could he complete his 10 million goal for the week.

Therefore, he needed to seize more opportunities in the spot market today, keeping losses small and profits large to push his earnings up.

"Hello, Brother Long, are you home?"

Sliding to answer, Little Wu's voice came through immediately. "The landlord and I will be heading over in a bit. If you're home, could you please open the door for us...?"

"Sure, just ring the doorbell when you get here."

Zhang Long replied with a brief hum, not refusing them, even though he didn't know why the agent and the landlord were coming over beforehand.

But it was a good opportunity to meet the landlord. He had no problem buying this apartment. Although the layout wasn't the best on this floor, the location and renovation were excellent, and it had at least two to three times the potential for appreciation in the future.

Even if he bought a luxury flat in a premium neighborhood or a grand villa later on, he could still come back and stay here occasionally.

It would serve as a nostalgic reminder of where his life took off.

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

After a short while, hearing the doorbell ring, Zhang Long stood up to open the door. He didn't bother looking through the peephole to check if it was them; there was no one else it could be.

When he opened the door, Little Wu's figure was indeed right in front of him. But in the next moment, Zhang Long froze.

Standing slightly behind Wu was a woman dressed in simple, casual wear. She possessed a mature, elegant charm, with her hair loosely pinned up. The landlord?

"Hello, Brother Long."

"This is the landlord, Sister Mu."

Little Wu's voice instantly cleared Zhang Long's confusion. Before he could speak, the beautiful, mature landlord beamed, revealing two very charming dimples. "Hello, I am Mu Fangrong."

***

"Oh, it's so clean!"

Stepping into the living room, Little Wu and Mu Fangrong were surprised to see the living room, kitchen, and bathroom in such a neat and tidy state. The reason they had come in the morning was to tidy up, assuming a single man like Zhang Long might not keep the place clean.

They hadn't expected it to be so immaculate.

"Uh, I just cleaned it yesterday," Zhang Long replied with a dry cough.

The fact that they had come early in the morning to clean showed they highly valued the clients coming to view the house in the afternoon and were eager to close a deal.

This was an easy conclusion to draw.

However, looking at Mu Fangrong, a gentle, mature, and virtuous woman, she didn't seem like someone short of money. An ordinary background could never cultivate such poise. She had a slightly plump yet curvaceous figure, a living, modern-day incarnation of Yang Guifei.

In the Tang Dynasty, plumpness was considered the height of beauty, but it wasn't obesity; rather, a slightly voluptuous figure was the ultimate ideal. Zhang Long had discussed this with Luo Man while having hot pot before, agreeing that he preferred a woman with some curves.

If Yang Guifei was a legendary beauty of peerless elegance who could topple empires, then the Mu Fangrong before him was a fresh, exquisite lotus.

She was around thirty years old, at the peak of her mature charm.

"Brother Long, you're really diligent," Little Wu praised with a click of his tongue. He then turned to Mu Fangrong with a smile. "Sister Mu, you can rest easy now. Brother Long has taken great care of your apartment. The clients coming this afternoon are much more likely to take a liking to it, haha."

"Yes, it really is wonderful."

Mu Fangrong smiled warmly again, the two lovely dimples on her cheeks adding to her beauty. She was clearly very pleased and felt lucky to have Zhang Long as a tenant.

"Xiao Zhang, thank you," she said.

Suddenly, Mu Fangrong extended a fair, slightly plump hand. "Let's introduce ourselves formally. Sorry for any trouble I might cause you in the future."

***

Little Wu and Mu Fangrong left soon after, as the apartment was already clean and tidy with nothing left to sweep. Before leaving, Mu Fangrong took the initiative to add Zhang Long on WeChat, telling him he could contact her anytime if there were any issues. She also promised that once the apartment was sold, she would not only return his deposit but also refund an extra month's rent.

Zhang Long didn't ask why she was in such a hurry to sell. Since they had added each other on WeChat, it wouldn't be too late to chat about it after a few groups of clients had viewed the place, which would give them more to talk about anyway.

He just hadn't expected the owner of this apartment to be a woman, let alone such a beautiful, mature one.

He had previously assumed it was some middle-aged man.