Chapter 122: Dormitory Passions, Turbulent Winds, and Abundant Gains (500 Bonus Votes Extra Chapter)
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Suddenly, the landline rang sharply.
The word "Long" got stuck, and Chen Youwei didn’t catch the name of Lin Yuan’s friend at the end. He waved his hand to dismiss him, reported the car payment, and went back to work.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan smirked but, having achieved his purpose, he no longer lingered and slipped away.
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Stock Market:
Zhang Long started trading in early November with 3 million yuan principal and netted 3.5 million yuan profit. Later, he withdrew 500,000 yuan, moved 700,000 yuan from his bank card, and invested 1 million yuan in spot trading.
By the end of December, his three accounts, totaling 6 million yuan principal, netted a combined profit of 4.5 million yuan, raising total funds to 10.5 million yuan.
Currently, the three accounts have been topped up again by 15 million yuan, bringing the total to 25.5 million yuan in operation.
Hongze’s managed account:
Starting with 10 million yuan principal, netting 5.5 million yuan in December, now operating with 15.5 million yuan for the New Year month.
Total stock market operating funds: 41 million yuan.
Spot trading:
Started December with 1 million yuan principal. In the first week, the market fluctuations were favorable, earning 5 million yuan net profit at Huiyin. Subsequently, new accounts were opened weekly for operating in a fission style, resulting in a total net profit of 51 million yuan by month’s end—this figure would terrify people if revealed.
Now, after the New Year reopening, previous accounts have withdrawn funds completely. Nine accounts now operate with a total of 18 million yuan, no further top-up needed.
Moreover, newer accounts nearby continue to earn more, while older accounts earn less, gradually balancing out.
Trading volume is arbitrary and unimportant; how much the coaching managers can earn also depends on their fortunes.
“Nine spot trading employees?”
That night, Zhang Long lay in bed pondering. The coaching managers of the nine spot trading platforms had become wealthy so quickly. He wondered whether they would be comfortable or upset if he stopped operating.
Those who serve as trading coaches in spot trading at least have decent experience in the financial market, and have studied technical analysis of the market to some extent.
He had all their contact information; if needed in the future, he could recruit them to join Brother Long.
Brother Long’s abilities were unquestionable.
Of course, if they could continue to earn big money monthly without him, then there would be no need to recruit them. No point in talking about making more money.
Wherever the money is, that’s where they’ll go.
“There’s still 13 million yuan left in the account.”
Zhang Long exhaled softly. He had topped up 23 million yuan into both markets, and the bank card balance dropped sharply. After paying the full 1.5 million yuan for the BMW 4S dealership tomorrow, only 11.5 million yuan would remain. However, spot trading would soon generate significant profits within a week and withdraw cash, raising the balance again.
Time to sleep, clear-headed and drifting into a fragrant dream.
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BMW 7 Series, various models.
From the 730 to the 760, the overall appearance did not differ much, but the price gap between models was significant, mainly due to the engine upgrades, which grew stronger with each step up.
Zhang Long’s needs were basically for city driving, at most to the suburbs, so no need for the best model.
The 740’s engine horsepower was just right.
As for Lin Yuan, he surely wouldn’t look at the 730, and the 750 or 760 weren’t necessary. Otherwise, why set the initial target at just over one million yuan? Among Mercedes, Audi, and BMW, choosing the 740 was just right.
The top configuration, paid in full, including all taxes, insurance, and services, was under 1.5 million yuan.
Close enough, no need to calculate precisely.
“Actually, I quite want to buy a Cayenne.”
At the BMW 4S dealership, after paying in full, Lin Yuan and Zhang Long waited for the staff to stamp receipts and other documents. They chatted idly in the VIP room, though talking about Porsche cars in a BMW dealership felt somewhat out of place.
Zhang Long wiped a sweat; the Cayenne was indeed nice.
The hottest-selling Porsche was the Cayenne luxury SUV, followed by the Panamera and 911. Zhang Long considered buying a Cayenne—the SUV had more presence.
But no rush; having never driven an SUV in his previous life, he’d first get comfortable with the BMW before buying an SUV.
One or two million yuan was not expensive and could be bought anytime.
Well, if Lin Yuan heard this, he’d probably be furious. For Uncle Chen Youwei, one or two million wasn’t a big deal, so his tone was normal, but the same tone from young Zhang Long was infuriating.
Comparing oneself to others only breeds frustration, driving one to isolation.
“All set, the paperwork is done.”
After a moment, Sophie returned and handed the folder with all the documents for the fully paid BMW 740 to Lin Yuan and Zhang Long. The car pickup would take some time; their chosen configurations and necessary interior modifications required time.
They were in no hurry.
Next week was the driving test’s fourth subject, and the license would only be obtained by month’s end. Even if the car was picked up now, they couldn’t drive it yet. They planned some top-end modifications according to their preferences, so the delay was acceptable. A good car was worth the wait.
As long as the car could be smoothly picked up by the end of the month, that was enough.
“Shall we go have some fun?”
Zhang Long didn’t linger at the 4S store or chat much with Sophie. Upon leaving, Lin Yuan winked and grinned, suggesting something mischievous.
“Maybe next time; I have plans,” Zhang Long smiled and declined. Lin Yuan pouted but said nothing, understanding “next time, or the next.”
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“Manager Qin, please come here.”
Although it was Saturday, the New Year holiday had given three days off during the weekday, so many companies worked normally on weekends. Even if the stock market was closed, training or other activities could continue.
“What’s up, boss?”
In the reception room, Qin Miaotong noticed the director’s face was slightly off, feeling a mix of confusion and foreboding. Sure enough.
“You know the company’s client maintenance rules; I won’t beat around the bush.”
“Zhang Long’s account funds have reached 8 million yuan, qualifying as a premium client. The company has decided to upgrade his service and coaching. Starting Monday, you won’t need to coach him anymore, and you’ll receive half the commission as per the rules.”
“Any objections?”
Qin Miaotong pursed her lips and remained silent.
“No objections? Even if you had, it wouldn’t matter.”
The director knew any replacement would feel uneasy.
“But the analyst team can’t always clean up our mess. Sometimes, handing large clients to them results in better maintenance. We can’t always cling to them ourselves.”
“Zhang Long’s only special trait is that he trades very independently and doesn’t need your coaching.”
“So you’ll feel resentful.”
Qin Miaotong remained silent as the director continued.
“If clients don’t trade independently and you can’t maintain them, handing them to a top analyst who maintains them while you earn half the commission is a good deal.”
“Gains and losses, give and take. You can’t just take all the benefits without sharing.”
“Accept and understand it.”
Back at her desk, Qin Miaotong was unhappy. She understood but couldn’t accept it. Just as she was about to earn more commissions, they had to be shared.
Human nature is mostly selfish. If maintenance fails, having the analyst team clean up is good.
But sharing commissions when there’s no problem felt hard to accept; different positions see things differently.
Anyway, it was upsetting and unpleasant.
“Ugh, so boring.”
Suddenly, Qin Miaotong sighed, feeling the world dull and tasteless at that moment. She waited silently for work to end, planning to enjoy a good meal to reward herself for the miserable day.
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Liu Yurong’s studio was located not far from the University City in Modu. This area had many well-known schools, so no worries about student sources.
Besides accepting some social art-related projects, the studio also offered painting teaching and training.
Liu Yurong was an art teacher.
However, in recent years she no longer taught personally. Several contracted teachers handled teaching, capable of guiding high school and even university students — all elite graduates from major art academies.
The studio was a three-story small shop, not on the main street but in a relatively quiet location. Art required a quiet environment; being on a busy street would be too noisy.
At current local prices, Liu Yurong’s property was valued around 15 million yuan, not high.
However, some unscrupulous debt collection companies had caused trouble, resulting in the studio’s operations being halted.
“14.8 million yuan, full payment!”
After leaving the BMW 4S store, Zhang Long went straight to Liu Yurong’s studio location. The shop’s location and internal layout and decor were acceptable.
Near the University City, the location wasn’t on the main street, so the price was much lower but had appreciation potential.
In a few years, by 2017, it should at least double!
Facing Zhang Long’s offer, Liu Yurong did not ask for higher or plead difficulty; she nodded directly, agreeing to 14.8 million, which was already considerable.
At least it was much higher than other unscrupulous buyers’ highest offer of 13.9 million.
“Hey, more viewers?”
Suddenly, a voice interrupted. Zhang Long turned to see a young man with dyed blond hair. Seeing Zhang Long, he clicked his tongue and warned, “Brother, don’t be fooled. This shop has disputes.”
“I don’t know how much you’re paying, but better less trouble, right?”
Liu Yurong’s face darkened in silence.
“Yeah, seems so.”
Zhang Long smiled slightly without confirming or denying, picked up his phone, and dialed.
“110? I’m calling to report a personal threat at address xxx…”
After hanging up, Zhang Long looked up coldly, speaking with clear intent.
“Know your limits; harmony brings wealth, right?”
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The blond fled in fright. Where did this wild card come from, acting so unpredictably? Although he had some connections in the nearby police district, everything had limits. Things getting out of hand would be troublesome.
Moreover, Zhang Long was young but if he could buy the property, his background would not be ordinary, and the debt company wouldn’t overly harass someone who wasn’t clueless.
Knowing limits aside, that phrase about harmony bringing wealth was true; one must always leave a way out.
Thus, the issue was settled.
In the one or two hours after the blond fled, no one else from the debt company showed up. Whether they gave up or hesitated was unknown.
Most likely they would stop. When purchasing Liu Yurong’s Bund property previously, there was no obstruction.
Though the two properties belonged to different debt companies, they likely shared a bottom line.
That bottom line was: don’t let things escalate.
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“Trust fund baby?”
A certain loan company manager frowned upon hearing the blond’s report and Zhang Long’s decisive call to the police. The 2 million yuan price difference for Liu Yurong’s property was not insignificant, and giving up now was a pity.
But if things escalated, who knew which big shot might intervene or if they’d hit a brick wall?
Harmony bringing wealth was always the main principle.
“Thank you, Zhang Long.”
In the evening, Liu Yurong invited Zhang Long to dinner. Despite the change in status, she addressed him simply by name—it felt more natural than “brother” or “sir,” given their age difference of seven years, a formal yet polite way.
“No need to thank me. It’s not a loss.”
Zhang Long bit into a fried potato strip, chewed, swallowed, and smiled.
“The property’s appreciation is guaranteed. I hope Sister Liu won’t regret it in a few years.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Liu Yurong smiled gently, her dignified and serene face calm.
“Life has no big matters except death. After many experiences, you learn to see through things. It’s good that you bought the property—I didn’t sell to the wrong person.”
“But since I’m older, let me give you some advice, whether you listen or not. Now or in the future, no matter how rich you get, don’t be arrogant or conceited.”
“Millions, billions, even tens of billions—if it collapses, it’s destruction.”
“Hmm, I’ll remember that,” Zhang Long said solemnly, taking the lesson to heart.
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“Hey, what are you doing here?”
In the southern suburbs of Modu, Zhang Long suddenly appeared in front of Luo Man, who was busy eating chicken and working a part-time job. He winked, ordered fries and a cola, and settled into a corner seat.
Zhang Long knew that even with a credit card attached, this girl wouldn’t neglect her part-time job.
His surprise visit proved that.
“Missed you, so I came,” he said.
“Hmph, I don’t believe you,” Luo Man replied while working at the register, slacking a bit.
“You must be here to scold me for not quitting my part-time job. But I’ll only do it till the end of this month, including the bank job.”
“Starting next month, I’ll study some travel-related courses and start fresh after the New Year.”
“Mm, I know.”
Zhang Long nodded, then said no more and quietly waited for Luo Man to finish work around 10:30 p.m. They then went back to the dorm together.
Luo Man’s roommates had gone home for the New Year holiday and wouldn’t return until tomorrow, which was convenient.
“Shh, keep your voice down.”
In a dorm apartment, Luo Man tiptoed inside and gestured for Zhang Long to be quiet. They quietly crept to the south-facing bedroom.
Phew, it was quite thrilling.
“Mm~ love me.”
As soon as they entered, the two couldn’t resist a passionate kiss. After a week apart, it felt like a honeymoon. Unfortunately, other roommates were still in the other two rooms, so they couldn’t fully let go.
But this suppression added a different kind of excitement, very satisfying.
“Uh-oh, trouble.”
“It’s okay, safe period.”
That settled it. Zhang Long was invigorated and lively, sneaking out quietly from Luo Man’s place late into the night—no more to mention. The night passed uneventfully.
Waking naturally late in the morning, after lunch Zhang Long went to the real estate agent near Liu Yurong’s studio.
He entrusted them to handle the property transaction and transfer.
The agent’s fee, like for the Bund apartment, was paid only by Liu Yurong. Including all taxes, the full payment was under 14.8 million yuan, while Liu Yurong’s actual net acquisition was about 14.5 million yuan, leaving considerable funds after bank mortgage repayment.
Thus, Liu Yurong’s real estate affairs were essentially resolved. Zhang Long didn’t inquire about her debts, as it was none of his concern—he was just the landlord.
Helping Liu Yurong out of urgent trouble was enough; she still had to overcome her difficulties on her own.
Reliance on others was fleeting, reliance on oneself was key.
“Phew, here we go!”
The next morning came swiftly—Monday!
Zhang Long got up eager, eyeing the spot trading and stock market. Not much to say about spot trading; the stock market from today until Friday promised to be turbulent, full of opportunities.
He had started positioning and buying last Friday and would continue today. Big profits awaited!
And spot trading—he would also earn to his heart’s content.
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