Chapter 2: Tuohai Energy

In the past two days, Zhang Long had sorted through the memories of his two lifetimes. This was a parallel world, not much different from his previous life. Unfortunately, aside from inheriting the 3.82 million yuan left after his predecessor’s lottery win, donation, and taxes, there was nothing else. He couldn’t perfectly recall novels he’d read, and his memory for songs and movies was only average. But now, things had changed—a golden finger had finally arrived.

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“Sister Zhang...”

“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it.”

Inside the reception room, a woman in her early thirties, heavily pregnant, wore a look of misery. “Bought in at twenty yuan, and now it’s fallen to five. What else is there to say?”

“That three million was supposed to be for a house, but you people tricked me into putting it in stocks. Pay me back!”

“If you don’t pay me, I’ll die right here.”

No matter how the people from Shengxin Company tried to explain, it was useless. Zhang Lizhen was determined to get compensated, even if it meant being completely unreasonable. She was playing the pregnancy card and was ready to stake everything on this.

“Sister Zhang...”

“Don’t say anything. I won’t listen.”

Dressed in professional attire, Liang Xue’s weary eyes betrayed her helplessness. Whether it was her, the director, or the deputy general manager, nothing could persuade Zhang Lizhen—she wanted full compensation.

If they didn’t pay, she’d keep making a scene until she got her way. Calling the police wouldn’t help either; usually, the company wouldn’t risk escalating the matter publicly. If it could be settled privately, they’d never let it go further, or if they had evidence, let her sue—if there was no legal violation, she could sue all she wanted.

Stock trading carried inherent risks; that was only natural.

How could anyone expect to claim compensation for losses but keep the gains? If that were the case, the country might as well shut down the stock market altogether.

It was the classic case of not being able to handle losing.

Zhang Lizhen knew full well she couldn’t win if she sued. Shengxin only provided the platform and stock advice; the actual trading decisions were hers. There was no case to win.

So being unreasonable was her only option—fight to the bitter end.

“Oh God, it’s dropped again...”

Suddenly, Zhang Lizhen cried out in pain. At 9:30, as the market opened, “Tokai Energy” instantly dropped by forty cents, a plunge of eight percent. Her heart could hardly take it.

It was just short of hitting the limit down at open—a disaster.

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“Damn it!”

Zhang Long cursed inwardly.

As the market opened, “Tokai Energy” followed the exact trajectory he had foreseen: an eight percent drop at the bell, then a swift rebound to a five-percent loss. Barring surprises, it would hover around this level until midday, then gradually recover in the afternoon and finally close up two percent.

It would hold the five-yuan mark.

“Whew.”

Zhang Long let out a long breath.

To awaken in a parallel world and now have the ability to see the future movement of stocks with his own eyes—this was more fantastical than a dream, more thrilling than anything he had ever imagined. His heart thumped wildly with excitement.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Zhang Long paused.

He randomly opened a stock and switched to the daily K-line chart. After waiting a while, nothing happened—his eyes didn’t blur or ache. Switching to the hourly chart and other time frames yielded the same result; nothing. He started to panic a little.

He hurried back to “Tokai Energy.” The future trend and returns for the week were vividly clear before his eyes. Relieved, he was also puzzled.

After thinking for a moment, he randomly opened a few more stocks from the main board—still no reaction.

[Longpeng Technology]: OK.

[Weiyuan Biotech]: OK.

Liang Xue’s client, Zhang Lizhen, held three stocks in her account, and he could actually see the trends for all three.

Zhang Long grew silent. Random stocks in the main board showed nothing, but he could predict Zhang Lizhen’s. Why was that? Was it because she shared his surname, or because she was a company or team client? Or was there another reason? He couldn’t be sure, so he decided to test further.

He acted on his thoughts without hesitation.

He, as well as his colleagues, all had clients holding various stocks at a loss.

He needed to figure out the rules of this foresight.

A golden finger with limitations was fine; what he dreaded was being completely in the dark. It seemed a bit unstable, perhaps because he’d only just crossed over and hadn’t fully acclimated yet?

If it worked only at the company, that wouldn’t do.

At the very least, he needed to be able to predict at home, browsing the main board and searching stocks at will—otherwise, how could he trade for himself?

Spirits of fortune, bless me... Hm?

“Level 1?”

Zhang Long was startled. He hadn’t noticed it before, but after using the foresight ability again, he saw a faintly virtual level indicator at the top right of his vision: Level 1?

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“Boss, how’s it going?”

Liang Xue returned, her eyes tired.

Dealing with a client like Zhang Lizhen—unreasonable and pregnant—was a potential disaster for both the individual and the company if mishandled. There was no perfect solution.

“It’s fine.”

Liang Xue waved it off. The matter was already beyond her capacity to control or resolve. Now, the director and deputy general manager were communicating with Zhang Lizhen. If things really couldn’t be settled, they’d have to minimize the fallout. But Zhang Lizhen would have to keep quiet—if she got compensated, she couldn’t spread it around. Otherwise, negotiations would be off.

As for calling the police, that wasn’t an option for now.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Liang Xue stopped in her tracks. On her way back to her workstation, she passed by Zhang Long and overheard him speaking to a client on the phone, surprisingly recommending they pay attention to “Tokai Energy.”

Was this a joke? What was going on?

“Supervisor Zhang?”

Zhang Long hung up, and a familiar, clear, and pleasant voice rang out beside him. Without turning, he knew it was his team manager, Liang Xue. What did she want?

“Never mind.”

Faced with Zhang Long’s slightly confused look, Liang Xue thought for a moment and let it go. He’d only recommended paying attention, not actually buying. There was nothing strange about that. Even if “Tokai Energy” wasn’t performing well, its ultra-low price of five yuan was certainly worth watching—no problem there.

Its issue price had been about eighteen yuan, with a peak at thirty-five. Now at around five yuan, it was worth tracking.

If it hadn’t been dropping for two years with no signs of rising, now would be the perfect time to buy at the bottom—if anyone still believed. Zhang Lizhen had already lost hope.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be here making a scene.

“Xue-jie.”

Liang Xue was fine, but Zhang Long had work to do. He called several clients he could reach directly; for those he couldn’t, he sent stock analysis messages through the system. Task complete.

He was ready to use Zhang Lizhen as a test case.

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“Sister Zhang, do you remember me?”

In the reception room, Zhang Long greeted her with a friendly smile.

He’d received Zhang Lizhen before; after all, she was a client of his team and shared his surname. But when it came to losing money, even a blood brother couldn’t help—no need for pleasantries.

“Xiao Zhang, calling me ‘sister’ won’t help.”

Zhang Lizhen sighed. “I really can’t take it anymore. If there were any way to hold on, I wouldn’t be here. My business is struggling, payments are delayed, and with the baby coming soon, money’s tight everywhere. I’m out of options.”

“I’ve pledged everything I can.”

She poured out her troubles—every family has its difficulties. Without financial security, facing a crisis and teetering on bankruptcy was normal. But this wasn’t Zhang Long’s concern; whether her story was true or not didn’t matter.

What mattered was solving the problem.

Zhang Lizhen wanted to recover her losses.

“Sister Zhang...” Zhang Long pointed at the computer screen. “I won’t say much else. In terms of price, ‘Tokai Energy’ at five yuan is at an ideal bottom. It opened down eight percent but quickly recovered three percent. Right now, it’s still fluctuating, which shows the market doesn’t want it to fall further.”

“That’s a good sign.”

“If you trust me, let’s wait and see. There should be a turnaround after the market opens this afternoon.”

“It might even recover all losses and close up by the end of the day. Today is Monday—you know what a limit-up close at the start of the week could mean for future movement.”

“As for your other two stocks—”

In the reception room, with client Zhang Lizhen, Liang Xue, and the department director all present, they listened as Zhang Long began his bottom-fishing analysis, and all broke out in cold sweat.

The logic was sound, but a low price didn’t guarantee a rebound. If it were that easy, everyone would be buying.

“My suggestion: sell!”

Zhang Long steadied his tone. “Longpeng Technology and Weiyuan Biotech are both relatively high-priced, tying up too much capital, and the downside risk far outweighs the chance of gains.”

“Both stocks have hit previous technical support levels, but if they break, they’ll collapse all the way down. Just look at the potential downside and you’ll see the risk—it could be a repeat of Tokai Energy’s crash.”

“Unless something unexpected happens, after the afternoon opening, Longpeng and Weiyuan will briefly break their technical support, recover slightly, and then close at their daily limit down.”

“Tomorrow morning will be your last chance to sell. Miss it, and there might be a bloodbath in the afternoon.”

“Sister Zhang, I have confidence.”

“We’ll see the outcome this afternoon.”

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