Chapter 115: Raking It In: Luxury Cars and Mansions, No Problem (Please Subscribe)

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Hongze and Qian Caiying frowned. None of the three stocks Zhang Long bought today were mentioned in Hongze’s stock recommendation report. Qian Caiying, who had been nearly completely convinced by Zhang Long’s technique, couldn’t help but feel a bit doubtful. Could something unexpected happen? Fortunately, based on the proxy account operations, a selective radar stock recommendation could be drafted for comparison.

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“The bear market is truly brutal.”

In the afternoon, Zhang Long returned home. He had just grabbed a quick lunch and went to open more accounts. With nine spot trading accounts, he had reached the limit and would not open any more. Besides, each card could only link to three spot accounts, three cards for nine accounts — full.

Turning his gaze back to the stock market, it was behaving strangely. Perhaps because of the upcoming weekend and New Year’s holiday closures, many stocks were performing dismally. Today’s stock recommendations from platforms like HSBC, UBS, Jun Cai, and Hongze included twenty to thirty stocks, most of which would plunge continuously, some would slightly fall or remain flat, and very few would rise.

Only three stocks would show slight gains.

How on earth was one supposed to operate in such conditions? The only option was to compare with last week’s forecast and cautiously buy the remaining stocks. Whether any quality stocks would appear tomorrow was uncertain.

Panic selling before holidays was normal; stocks that could rise surely wouldn’t be ordinary.

On weekends, the expectation was to make a good profit in the last week of the month and New Year, aiming to net 11.5 million in stock market profits this month, totaling 15 million with last month.

Now it was uncertain. Every day of delay shaved off potential gains. He had to go with the flow.

At least he still had spot trading to work with.

The New Year’s Day holiday, being an international holiday, meant major financial markets worldwide would close. Only the Chinese stock market allowed buying on the rise but not selling on the fall.

Otherwise, no matter if stocks rose or fell, as long as the direction was guessed right, profits would be easy.

Unfortunately, that day was hard to come by.

“Phew, this is exhausting.”

After a while, Zhang Long operated six accounts, buying moderate volumes. This time, the anticipated wave of profits was small. Orders were set with stop loss and take profit points, but he had to watch them carefully and be ready to reverse positions anytime; missing the second wave of profits could mean big losses today.

Tomorrow, with three new accounts activated, nine accounts would be running together; the computer might even lag.

Stock trading had returned to his laptop.

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“Buzz, buzz-buzz~”

Zhang Long answered the phone. As expected, Dingxin and Runde both called, asking if there were any issues with his coaching staff, etc.

Otherwise, why was money always being withdrawn?

Zhang Long gave no detailed explanation, replying as he did to Huibin — freedom still required capital.

As for what the money was used for, that was none of their concern.

Each of the six accounts held 2 million today; the three new accounts would also be funded with 2 million each tomorrow, totaling 18 million — a considerable amount. Whether half or full positions, Zhang Long didn’t bother calculating the trading volume he could handle.

In any case, without forecasting, there would be some loss; with forecasting, mainly profits; combining both freely, he earned every day, just more or less.

The new accounts would strive to earn big in the first week; the old accounts would earn less but engage in more trades, generating commission fees for the platforms.

Feeding grass while shearing sheep.

From next month, all accounts would be restricted from aggressive profits. That was why three new accounts were opened — no platform could be milked too much.

After only two profitable withdrawals, multiple platforms called incessantly, as if money had been stolen.

Clearly, they were reluctant to be taken advantage of.

So how much more could be earned from spot trading next month was uncertain. Perhaps before the month ended, everything would be exposed and accounts frozen or restricted by the platforms — a possibility not without chance, as spot platforms were fiercely protective of their own funds.

They cared deeply about their capital pools.

“Three weeks, 30 million.”

Zhang Long’s eyes flickered. From the beginning of the month with Huibin until now, spot trading profits had reached 30 million, with 12 million currently in active trades across six accounts.

The bank card balance this morning hit 19.2 million, though 5.2 million was spent on buying a house.

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Current card balance: 14 million.

Of course, this balance was spread over several bank cards, not all in one. Even so, the banks had all called, opening with “Respected Mr. Zhang Long, I am your VIP manager, xx or xxx, here to offer you high-value deposits, wealth management, etc…”

No need to answer immediately, later.

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“Good night, sweet dreams.”

That night, after a brief chat with Luo Man, Zhang Long said good night and didn’t sleep but went downstairs to the Bund, where someone was waiting.

“Merry Christmas Eve.”

Hearing familiar footsteps, Liang Xue, staring blankly at the river, turned and smiled.

Tonight, she just wanted to see him once.

“Phew, aren’t you cold?”

Zhang Long complained as he draped his coat over Liang Xue. He had grabbed a trench coat when going downstairs; winter nights were bone-chilling cold. Most girls, wanting to look good, didn’t wear much, and Liang Xue was no exception, shivering in the cold wind.

“Cold is healthier.”

Liang Xue winked mischievously, secretly happy—not because Zhang Long cared enough to lend his coat, but because on this Christmas Eve, he was with her watching the river, not with Luo Man.

It was strange; such a small, unique moment brought a hint of comfort.

Liang Xue cursed herself silently: delusional.

“Just jump into the river.”

Hearing Liang Xue’s nonsense, Zhang Long was a bit angry and scolded, “Your body’s weak; don’t you want to get sick?”

“If I get sick, I won’t care about you.”

“Hmm, it’s fine.”

Liang Xue saw Zhang Long getting a bit irritated but wasn’t flustered—instead, she seemed about to smile.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Zhang Long felt uneasy under Liang Xue’s gaze and glanced at the time — eleven o’clock. The last spot trade order was set with stop loss and take profit; no problem.

But Liang Xue shook her head, suddenly smiled, and waved her hand, “I can go back myself.”

“But I’ll take this coat home first, wash it, and bring it back later.”

“A whiff of bitterness.”

Zhang Long broke into a sweat, watching Liang Xue turn and leave silently, saying nothing. Whether the bitterness was real or fake, the barrier between them strangely dissipated a little.

As for when to come pick it up? For now, he’d leave it there with Liang Xue. Once again, everything was left unsaid.

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A quiet night, dawn on Tuesday.

Christmas or not, it made no difference to Zhang Long. He worked from home after waking, trading stocks and spot for profit was his job — a full day’s work.

“Tsk tsk, impressive.”

The sudden exclamation was not praise but a helpless sigh at the bear market’s relentless drag. Today was just as disappointing.

Luckily, the “golden finger” tool was not limited to forecasting only one stock per day on the platform. Otherwise, in a bull market it might be fine, but in a bear market it would be maddening, maybe even a week wouldn’t yield a lucky pick, or a half-month or full month.

So, after slightly increasing positions in stocks traded yesterday, Zhang Long headed out.

Linking the last three spot accounts.

This move confused Qian Caiying — adding positions to several stocks but no new stocks purchased?

Though puzzled, she didn’t overthink it. The two stocks recommended by the company’s report had started to fall before closing yesterday, and no one knew what today would bring, so she chose to follow Zhang Long’s lead, which was safer.

As a result, some of Hongze’s clients noticed that while other platforms were wildly off-mark, Hongze’s stock recommendations were surprisingly steady and still profitable.

After all, these days no investor operated on only one platform — at least three platforms were standard.

Stock forums, investor groups, and nearby acquaintances often exchanged information.

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Switching back and forth, “Hey, Hongze Finance?”

Of course, Zhang Long had anticipated that his operations might spark some positive outcomes at Hongze, more or less. This was the first month of cooperation, a big gift, especially the final month of the year — December — when the operations would be more prominent to help Hongze develop more performance.

Otherwise, how could Brother Long’s value be demonstrated?

Moreover, Liang Xue was most familiar with Zhang Long’s coaching style; with just a little thought, it was easier to develop performance than the other three teams, quickly establishing and rising within Hongze, laying groundwork for the future.

No one expected that plans couldn’t keep pace with changes, and the final result was somewhat surprising.

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“Funds received, activate it.”

“Funds received, activate as soon as possible.”

In the afternoon, Zhang Long returned. The three new spot accounts were funded and submitted for activation one after another. From that moment, Zhang Long’s spot trading would reach its peak.

Nine accounts operating simultaneously, with a total of 18 million in base funds. Daily profits?

Whoa, just calculating was a little scary.

“Damn, that’s so aggressive?”

A coaching manager at one platform’s trading department saw Zhang Long half-position entering soon after activation and was dumbfounded — too aggressive and autonomous. The manager hadn’t even issued operational info yet, and Zhang Long had already put in dozens of lots?

Profit or loss didn’t matter; commissions were guaranteed.

Even though commissions were only calculated after a client closed a position—otherwise, if held for ten days, half a month, or years, no commissions.

“Awesome, stepped on dog poop?”

Another coaching manager at a newly opened platform was amazed to see Zhang Long enter with half a position. Yesterday, the client had just come for a simple spot trading introduction and opened an account. The manager had expected to have to entice him for days, but today he promptly deposited 2 million to activate. No dog poop luck here.

No, after work, I must go try my luck too.

Uh, this guy’s thinking is a bit odd — who normally thinks like that? And the abnormal wouldn’t think like that either!

Of course, none of these circumstances concerned Zhang Long. He just focused quietly on making money. Although unforeseen events occurred, and the final result was not bad, it still fell short of his target, which he chose not to mention.

Time passed this way. Zhang Long’s stock and spot trading brought mixed feelings. Various stock and spot platforms were lively, with ever-changing dramas.

The end of December marked the close of the solar year. Financial firms scrambled to boost their performance and draw a satisfying conclusion.

But they met Zhang Long, someone who played by no rules: earn money, then withdraw it. And December 31, the last day of the month, was a Monday...

Several major spot platforms sensed trouble and pondered how to keep Zhang Long from withdrawing funds first.

Offer some commission rebate or seduce him? Uh...

“Phew, beautiful.”

Zhang Long exhaled softly, looking at the full profits across his nine spot accounts, his mood indescribably good.

Luxury cars and mansions?

Buy, buy, buy — no pressure at all!

P.S.: Sorry for the late third update.

Including yesterday’s Monday update and launch remarks, I wrote 16,000 words within 24 hours. I’m exhausted; my eyes can barely stay open. Going to sleep now.

Will write more chapters after waking. Please support with monthly tickets.

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