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As November drew to a close, the chill of late autumn seeped into the bones, but the capital market was as hot as midsummer.

In the trading room of Jiutian Investment, the air seemed to be scorching hot from the continuously soaring numbers.

On the big screen, the list of stocks in the infrastructure sector was almost entirely filled with eye-catching "limit up" signs.

The K-line chart of Qinglong Pipe Industry has formed a steep, almost vertical upward line, marking its thirteenth consecutive trading day of limit-up.

The price has more than tripled from the bottom area where Jiang Haoran initially entered.

The forum has long lost its rational discussion, leaving only frantic slogans of chasing rising stocks, screenshots of flaunting unrealized profits, and all sorts of unsubstantiated "insider information" and "target price calculations".

Speculative capital is subtly present, with one brokerage firm making massive purchases today and another taking over with large-scale transactions tomorrow, pushing sentiment and prices higher and higher.

The market's attention was completely drawn to this suddenly booming sector, and analysts rushed to produce various in-depth reports overnight, using all sorts of fancy words to argue for a "new cycle," "value reassessment," and "epic market trend."

Jiang Haoran sat in his seat, with multiple screens in front of him displaying individual stock intraday charts, sector fund flows, top traders data, and real-time holdings and profits/losses of several accounts at Jiutian Investment.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes calm, even a little too calm, which seemed out of place with the fervor that permeated the surroundings.

He stared at the intraday chart of Qinglong Pipe Industry, which was almost a straight line, and the still mountain of buy orders below. He then looked at the calendar—late November, nearing the end of the Gregorian calendar year.

Timing window, degree of policy expectation release, stock price increase, market sentiment... several key factors collided and were evaluated rapidly in his mind.

Leading stocks tripled in a short period, and the overall valuation of the sector quickly moved out of the safe zone.

Policy benefits have been fully or even over-priced in, there are clear signs of speculative capital taking turns to drive up prices, the exchange of shares is intense, and a restless atmosphere prevails.

Meanwhile, as the year draws to a close, institutions face pressure to lock in profits and meet settlement targets, which may lead to seasonal fluctuations in market liquidity.

In summary, even if this isn't the absolute top, it has entered a high-risk zone. The expected returns from continuing to hold are disproportionate to the potential for a sharp pullback.

it's time.

He cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced all the tapping and whispering in the trading room. Several pairs of eyes turned to him.

"Attention everyone." Jiang Haoran's voice was calm and clear, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness. "Execute the final share reduction plan."

He pulled up the overall position list and scanned it sharply: "Except for retaining 20% ​​of the initial position in each target as an observation position, all other positions are cleared out."

"For Qinglong Pipe Industry, the remaining 70% position will be sold off in three batches near today's limit-up price. Note that the order splitting should be more detailed and the pace slower, allowing some sell orders to be queued at the back, in order to avoid significantly impacting the limit-up order book."

"Other major holdings, such as Guangdong Hydropower and Anhui Construction Engineering, were simultaneously liquidated to 20%. The principle is the same as above: a gentle exit to avoid creating panic selling pressure."

The atmosphere in the trading room changed abruptly after the instruction was given.

The initial excitement was replaced by a more focused, even solemn, tension. This was a moment of reward, and also a test of discipline and the art of trading.

The ability to smoothly and undetectably transfer huge profits when the market is at its most excited and liquid is at its best is a skill in itself.

The traders stared intently at their screens, carefully placing and canceling orders and adjusting prices, while Jiang Haoran simply watched quietly.

Watching the massive buy orders still hanging on Qinglong Pipe Industry's limit-up board being absorbed one by one by the sell orders quietly placed on his side, and seeing the available funds in his account jumping upwards at an astonishing speed.

This process lasted the entire morning and half an afternoon.

The market remains frenzied, and the price limit remains firmly in place, as if there is an endless supply of funds willing to buy at this level.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a huge amount of profit-taking was quietly taking place amidst this celebratory feast.

When the last large sell order was successfully executed on Qinglong Pipe Industry's limit-up board, and the holding ratio steadily dropped to 20%, a soft, relieved sigh of relief rang out in the trading room.

"President Jiang, all reduction orders have been executed. Except for the 20% observation position, the rest... have all been cashed out."

Jiang Haoran received the final transaction summary and account report.

Our attention is focused on several key figures:

The initial investment of 12 million yuan, after months of holding and this surge, ultimately yielded a profit of more than three times.

The additional 50 million yuan invested later also yielded nearly double the return during this second major upward wave.

After this round of thorough reduction in holdings, the net asset value of Jiutian Investment's Phase I product has remained steadily at a dazzling level.

Amidst the revelry, Jiutian Capital quietly achieved astonishing appreciation and a safe withdrawal.

The trading room fell silent as everyone looked at Jiang Haoran. Their eyes held a mixture of relief at having completed his task, awe at his astonishing performance, and a faint sense of melancholy at having already exited the market despite its continued popularity.

Jiang Haoran closed the account page and stood up. The screen's light shifted away from his face, and his expression, under normal indoor lighting, appeared remarkably calm, even somewhat cold.

"Thank you all for your hard work," he said, his voice still steady. "This round of operations, from planning and holding to reducing holdings, was executed very well in every aspect. We made money within our expectations and also maintained discipline during the most frenzied period of the market."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over every face, young or no longer young: "I know, things are still very lively outside, and many people feel that the market is just beginning."

But we have our own judgment and pace. The capital market is never short of opportunities; what it lacks is the composure to seize them when they arise and to gracefully exit when risks accumulate. Today, we have achieved the latter, which is just as important as the former.

"Next, Xiao Chen will be responsible for monitoring the remaining positions in the infrastructure sector and setting dynamic stop-loss and take-profit orders. As for the remaining huge sums of money recovered," he paused.

"The funds have been transferred to a reserve pool, awaiting the next opportunity to invest. The research department continues to monitor several other potential areas we previously identified, including niche opportunities in high-end manufacturing and the domestic substitution industry chain, and is preparing in-depth reports."

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their eyes regaining their sharpness and anticipation.

The end of one battle signifies the beginning of preparations for the next. Following such a leader, one feels not regret for missed opportunities, but a firm belief in grasping the rhythm of the future.

Jiang Haoran nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave the trading room.

The corridor was much quieter, isolating the noise and excitement inside. He walked to the window at the end and pushed it open halfway. The cold air immediately rushed in, clearing his head, which had been somewhat groggy from staring at the stock market for so long.

Downstairs, the financial metropolis remains bustling with traffic and pedestrians hurrying by.

No one knew that just moments ago, in an ordinary room in this building, a fortune worth hundreds of millions had been quietly transferred, and a meticulously planned capital hunt had quietly come to an end.