Chapter 113: Stock Market Spot Trading: Explosive Profits (Seeking First Subscription)

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At noon, Zhang Long arrived punctually for the appointment.

Liu Yurong had chosen a tea restaurant. When Zhang Long arrived, there was only a pot of hot tea on the table.

However, upon seeing Zhang Long seated alone, Liu Yurong's beautiful eyes shifted subtly. And when Zhang Long explained that his friend couldn't make it?

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“Don’t worry, Sister Liu,” Zhang Long poured himself a cup of hot tea, soothing his dry throat after not drinking anything all morning. Seeing Liu Yurong’s faintly furrowed brows and the tired look of worries welling up in her eyes, Zhang Long decided not to keep her guessing any longer. “To be honest, I’m actually that friend.”

Hearing this, Liu Yurong was momentarily stunned.

“I’m the one buying the house,” Zhang Long smiled and shrugged, watching the landlord’s eyes widen and her red lips part slightly. He gave an awkward grin as he explained, “But everything else is true. Moving is just too much hassle, and I also have a second-generation driver’s license to consider.”

“But the buyer is me. I’m ready to pay the full 5.15 million anytime—no deception.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

The shift from disappointment to surprise made Liu Yurong breathe a sigh of relief. She gave Zhang Long a gentle, slightly reproachful look and said, “Are all these little rascals so sly now? Buying a house with so many twists and turns—I asked you straightforwardly; could I have possibly lied? Honestly.”

Her tone was teasing, her expression mildly annoyed, yet combined with her dignified and virtuous appearance, it made Zhang Long’s heart skip a beat, a little flustered.

Though not exactly seductive, there was a gentle spring breeze whispering against his face, a warm, blossoming illusion.

“This meal’s on you.”

Perhaps buoyed by the improved mood and the greatly reduced chance of the tenant backing out of the purchase, Liu Yurong, though unfamiliar with Zhang Long, no longer stood on ceremony.

The little rascal was too naughty—he had to pay.

“All right, I’ll treat,” Zhang Long shrugged and spread his hands. A lunch costing less than a hundred yuan was affordable, especially dining with such a lovely landlord.

He could eat three big bowls of plain rice, no problem.

Moreover, Liu Yurong seemed to naturally inspire a sense of approachability—not by appearance, but by her bearing and temperament.

With dishes arriving one after another, the two began to eat, chatting about everyday matters like a big sister and her well-behaved younger brother—harmonious and comfortable.

There was no hint of romance—not because Zhang Long was overly proper, but because Liu Yurong remained somewhat distant.

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Lunch finished quickly. During the meal, Zhang Long inquired why she was selling the house and if anything had happened.

Liu Yurong shook her head without answering; a flash of pain and helplessness flickered in her eyes, which Zhang Long happened to notice, but he let it rest there.

Zhang Long wouldn’t raise the price just because Liu Yurong faced difficulties; the full payment of 5.15 million was final.

All fees and taxes involved in the transaction were controlled within 5.2 million, a lucky number to boot.

“Brother Long, you’re not joking, right?”

After lunch, Zhang Long and Liu Yurong went together to the real estate agent’s office. Upon hearing that Zhang Long planned to pay in full, agent Xiao Wu was shocked.

He knew Zhang Long had money—after all, renting a whole place on the Bund wasn’t cheap—but paying several million outright?

Definitely not just that; assets must be at least in the tens of millions!

“Let’s get the paperwork done quickly,” Zhang Long said, unimpressed with the agent who had hidden the sale from the landlord while still collecting rent from him. “This is a private deal between me and Sister Liu. According to your agency’s rules, you only collect one commission—the landlord’s portion.”

“And my unpaid rent and deposit must be refunded promptly. No funny business.”

That remark was sharp, and Xiao Wu’s face darkened.

Though losing one commission hurt, it was no reason to withhold rent. After all, they’d already profited from the rent, and the sale would bring another windfall. They were a legitimate agency, yet Zhang Long’s words made them sound like bandits—tightfisted guys.

Besides, Zhang Long was young but able to pay millions in full, so he wasn’t ordinary. He wouldn’t cause trouble, so no need to be petty. Silent grumbling aside, Xiao Wu smiled and served Zhang Long diligently.

It was Tuesday, so some paperwork could be completed quickly in the next few days, but the official transfer would happen next week.

The new property certificate would come next month.

As long as all transfer procedures were completed smoothly, the full payment could be remitted to Sister Liu immediately without waiting for the new certificate to issue to Zhang Long.

“Thank you, Xiao Long,” Liu Yurong sighed in relief after signing some contracts and shook Zhang Long’s hand sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Sister Liu,” Zhang Long replied, holding her warm, soft hand briefly with a smile. “Buying a house isn’t just for living, it’s also a real investment. You won’t lose out.”

Hearing this, Liu Yurong withdrew her hand with a serene smile. No matter how valuable, that was all in the past.

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“Deposit activated, let’s get started!”

After finishing some paperwork at the agency, Zhang Long returned home by late afternoon just as the European market opened. Spot price fluctuations increased, offering many entry opportunities.

Three new accounts each deposited 2 million yuan and notified their coaches to activate them, which was quickly done.

The coaching managers were pleasantly surprised by Zhang Long’s decisiveness—a windfall.

What none of the three could have imagined was that Zhang Long’s windfall was enormous—enough to fill them up but also hard to swallow.

Hard enough to watch their accounts’ trading profits soar daily, only to see most withdrawn by Monday.

A repeat of the dismal scenes at Huiyin, Dingxin, and others.

“Buzz, buzz buzz~”

Just as Zhang Long finished his operations, his phone vibrated. He thought it was platform news, but it was a landline. Answering it, he exclaimed, “What?”

“No need, Wang Jing is fine.”

After listening quietly, Zhang Long replied coldly, “Of course withdrawals need money. It’s not that Wang Jing’s coaching is poor; even if I didn’t agree to change coaches, when it’s time to withdraw, it will happen.”

“Anything else?”

After the call, Zhang Long frowned slightly. The call was from Huiyin, indirectly asking if he was dissatisfied with Wang Jing’s coaching because of frequent withdrawals.

If so, they could arrange a replacement.

However, Zhang Long sensed the real issue wasn’t the withdrawals but Wang Jing herself.

Though unsure how much commission Wang Jing earned from 5,000 lots traded in the first half of the month, it was surely tens of thousands. With half a month left, big commissions would attract jealousy and attempts to replace her—workplace politics were like battlefields.

Zhang Long could only state his position. Whether the coach changed was Huiyin’s call. If changed, just don’t disturb his trading. As for firmly supporting Wang Jing and forbidding changes—that wasn’t his concern.

Thinking further, Zhang Long recalled Dingxin, Runde, and other coaching managers. Perhaps more internal troubles and disruptions lay ahead.

Without evidence, taking away major clients for others—would anyone still work earnestly?

Just like before with Shengxin and You Gou!

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“Performance! Performance!”

At Shengxin’s board meeting, the executive vice president pounded the table heavily, looking around.

“Half of December has passed, and performance is still lifeless. Want to shut down and close shop? How will you explain to the shareholders?”

“Year-end push—anyone with good ideas, speak up for all to consider.”

But no one spoke.

Director You shrank his neck in the corner, silent. His heavy burden was not easily lifted unless Shengxin’s performance revived.

Director Guan said nothing, while Director Zhu stared fixedly, seemingly lost in thought.

No performance in December was somewhat his burden but manageable; the responsibility didn’t fall squarely on him.

Bear markets make performance hard; just as a glimmer of hope appeared, the shareholders behind You and Guan wanted to step forward and reap the fruits, but instead ruined the tree, leaving it half-dead. Cause and effect—karma never delays.

“Director Zhu, your thoughts?”

Suddenly, the executive vice president turned to Zhu kindly.

“We must find a way. If Zhang Long can’t bring back clients, are there no others?”

“None so far,” Zhu returned to reality, shrugging lightly. “We’ve studied Zhang Long’s scripts hundreds of times. His ability to gain clients’ trust lies in balancing risk control and profit. Not everyone has this market instinct. No second one yet—just fate.”

“My idea is not to pressure clients for performance this month but maintain stability.”

“Clients forget easily. Next month, if stock recommendations improve accuracy, things should turn around.”

“Patience is key.”

Though he said so, the heavy pressure on the executive vice president’s shoulders was headache-inducing. Clients aren’t children—they won’t blindly listen or deposit funds. If they don’t cooperate, there’s nothing to do but wait.

Wait to regain their trust before developing further.

He glanced at You in the corner and silently grumbled: If it weren’t for that guy and the shareholders’ power struggles behind him, Shengxin wouldn’t be such a mess in so short a time.

If performance doesn’t improve, they’ll have to close shop. As for waiting for the bull market? Who the hell knows when that will come? They can’t afford to wait.

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“Manager Liang, come here.”

That night, after working late at Hongze, Qian Caiying called Liang Xue into the office and first gave some praise.

“The Blizzard team’s performance is picking up. Keep it up. Strive for the department championship before the end of the month and make an impact.”

Liang Xue nodded in acknowledgment, waiting for more.

Usually, praise was followed by criticism, and judging by Qian’s expression, something was coming.

“Anything troubling you lately?”

Qian switched topics abruptly. “If you miss a man, think about him at home at night. These past days you’ve been zoning out, what are you up to? Your soul’s gone.”

“Though I don’t know what’s going on between you and Zhang Long, work is work.”

“Don’t let personal matters affect your job.”

It was both caring and scolding. Liang Xue didn’t argue, just nodded lightly.

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“Never been in love, right?”

Qian’s features softened somewhat as she sighed and advised, “For quiet, reserved men, you have to take the initiative sometimes. If you really like Zhang Long, be bold. Hesitating and worrying won’t help—it only makes you miserable.”

“Of course, if family troubles are bothering you, just ignore what I said.”

Liang Xue pursed her lips silently.

Seeing this, Qian Caiying was certain of the answer. She pinched her brow and said, “If it doesn’t work, don’t obsess over Zhang Long. You two aren’t a good match.”

“It’s not that you’re not good enough, but Zhang Long’s heart isn’t with you or anyone else.”

“Think it over.”

Qian fell silent. After Liang Xue left, she returned to her desk by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the dazzling nightscape of Magic City, so splendid yet illusory.

She instinctively clenched her phone, recalling the message she had received that day, feeling a pang of sadness.

She hadn’t even had the chance to confess, and it was already over.

Logically, she should be happy for him, but why did it taste so bitter and painful?

The answer was clear: she didn’t want to face it.

“Ah, there’s always tomorrow.”

Exhaling slowly as if releasing the heaviness in her heart, Liang Xue’s gaze gradually hardened and then softened. She wasn’t married, was she?

If she could let go once, she could do it again!

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Time passed swiftly to Friday.

After waking and completing a spot trade, Zhang Long began tending to his stock accounts. He planned to gradually unload his holdings in Xingyou Technology before the market closed today.

Though the four accounts held a total initial investment of 8 million yuan, selling everything at once would be conspicuous.

Selling in portions was healthier.

“Hm? Starting to sell?”

At Hongze, Qian Caiying breathed a sigh of relief seeing Zhang Long begin unloading Xingyou Technology. Although Friday meant markets would close over the weekend, and even if Zhang Long hadn’t started selling, clients would be warned not to be greedy with profits.

But seeing him sell was a clearer warning of weekend risks. The stock had risen much this week; next week was uncertain.

Regardless of whether clients listened, they had done what they could; the results were their responsibility.

“Performance has improved a lot.”

Thinking this, Qian glanced at the department’s performance for the first four days of the week. Ignoring the other three teams, the Blizzard team had revived many clients who had clearly given up before.

In terms of initiative and efficiency, the Blizzard team was clearly superior. With six working days left this month excluding today, could they clinch the top spot?

It all depended on Zhang Long’s moves next week.

Because most of Blizzard’s stock picks were based on the carefully selected radar inspired by Zhang Long’s trades. The other three teams used it too but without Blizzard’s results.

As expected from old colleagues, Liang Xue understood Zhang Long’s style best and could indirectly grasp it more accurately.

The Blizzard team had grown accustomed to this approach.

“Oh, so cool!”

At 3 p.m., as the stock market closed and all trading ceased, Zhang Long looked at the frozen funds in his stock accounts and couldn’t help but admire himself.

Hongze’s proxy account had earned 2.5 million this week, totaling 4 million for the month so far.

Zhang Long’s three accounts hadn’t earned much but had met the 1.5 million target!

Combined with the first half of the month’s profits, that was 2.8 million.

With six trading days left before the New Year’s three-day holiday closure, withdrawals could only be made over five days, making it tight.

Zhang Long planned to net 11.5 million from stocks this month, totaling 15 million for the month.

As for spot trading? That was even more terrifying.

Just a little more profit and the six accounts’ combined weekly earnings would reach 15 million, which, with the first half of the month’s net, would meet the 30 million target set at the month’s start!

“Phew, time to adjust the plan.”

Exhaling softly, Zhang Long’s eyes flashed as he murmured, “In this game, you have to be ruthless.”

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