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The market trend was rather frustrating over the next few days.

The price did not rise sharply as expected, but instead fluctuated narrowly between 3070 and 3090 points, occasionally testing the support level of 3060 points.

When holding positions overnight, the unrealized profit or loss on the account fluctuates around a few thousand dollars.

For a fully leveraged account, even this small fluctuation in margin ratio can cause sleepless nights for someone with a weak heart.

But Jiang Haoran slept soundly.

In his previous life as a trader, he had experienced far more intense and dangerous intraday crashes and short squeezes than this. The ripples in the market before him were nothing more than background noise to him.

His stop-loss line of 3030 was clear and firm. As long as the price did not fall below that level, the market would continue to operate within his predicted trajectory.

The real deciding factor isn't in these few dozen points of fluctuation.

Fatty Li, on the other hand, was somewhat "worried" about him.

One night before bed, Fatty Li saw that Jiang Haoran had already packed his schoolbag and was ready to rest, instead of staring at the screen all the time as he had imagined.

He couldn't help but lean closer and ask, "Brother Hao, your soybean meal... it's been fluctuating all day again. This isn't a demo account, you're just holding such a large position, aren't you keeping an eye on it?"

Because their major includes a required course in investment, everyone has practiced using a demo account outside of class. Even just by operating a demo account, Fatty Li can understand how grueling it is to be fully leveraged in such a narrow range of fluctuations.

Jiang Haoran put his backpack down, turned to look at him, and smiled: "No need to keep an eye on things, everything is going according to plan. The overall trend is there, these fluctuations won't hurt the foundation."

He paused, looking at the genuine concern on Fatty Li's face, and recalled how everyone avoided him when his family fell into poverty in his previous life and he first tried investing.

Only this carefree fat man took out tens of thousands of yuan and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "Brother Hao, I'll lend it to you. Whether you pay it back or not doesn't matter. I trust you."

He later repaid that money many times over, but he always remembered that kindness.

"What, Fatty, interested?" Jiang Haoran asked casually, yet with a certainty in his voice.

"If I'm really interested, I'd be willing to pay some money to come and watch."

"I never hide the general direction, but you have to figure out the specific operations and risks yourself."

Fatty Li paused for a moment, scratched his head, and finally muttered, "I...I'll think about it some more. But Brother Hao, your composure is something I can only admire; you're definitely destined for great things."

"Go to sleep." Jiang Haoran patted his shoulder and didn't say anything more.

He has already given trust and opportunity.

As for how to choose, that's up to Fatty Li.

For Jiang Haoran, when a certain wave arrives, he doesn't mind letting his true friends hitch a ride as well.

"Oh..." Fatty Li scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite, but he could tell that Jiang Haoran didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he climbed back into bed and continued to sleep.

Jiang Haoran was indeed not in a hurry.

He knew that before a major market trend begins, there is often a period of frustrating, "washboard" price action.

The goal is to weed out short-term traders who lack willpower, have excessive leverage, or simply rely on luck to enter the market.

His advantage lies in the fact that he clearly knows what lies ahead, so the fluctuations in front of him are nothing more than noise to him.

He set a stop-loss line at 3030, and as long as the price doesn't fall below this level in the short term, he'll be content.

He even took advantage of the slight intraday pullback to do some T+0 trading at 3070 and 3095 with the very little balance left in his account, thus lowering his average cost.

These subtle maneuvers during market fluctuations demonstrate a keen understanding of market dynamics and a calm mindset.

Perhaps it was his increasingly different behavior on campus recently that made Fatty Li really think that "Brother Hao is something else".

After observing and hesitating for a day, Fatty Li finally spoke up somewhat embarrassedly during lunch: "Brother Hao, you said last time... that Xiao Qian would follow along and keep an eye on things."

"I've been thinking about it, and I think I can scrape together 20,000 yuan in spare cash. You see... I'd really like to play along, okay?"

Jiang Haoran glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Are you really sure? Futures aren't like stocks; they're highly volatile. Can you handle losing all 20,000 yuan?"

"I've made up my mind!" Fatty Li nodded vigorously. "You're already my savior. If I become rich and powerful, I won't forget you. Also, I quite agree with your analysis of the upward trend."

"If I lose money, I'll consider it tuition; if I make money, that'll be even better...hehe." He rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with both anticipation and trepidation.

"Okay." Jiang Haoran didn't try to persuade him further. "Then you can buy whatever you want. Just use the minimum margin ratio of 10% in your account. Don't be greedy for high leverage."

"Then, when the index is below 3100, buy in two or three times, don't go all in at once."

"After you buy, set a stop-loss order, don't stare at it every day, and don't panic if it drops a little. My overall judgment hasn't changed, but the process won't be smooth sailing."

"Understood! I'll do whatever you say!" Fatty Li exclaimed, overjoyed.

Compared to the lackluster market performance and Li Pangzi's small entry into the market, the feedback on the other line was much more positive.

Compared to the lackluster market performance, the feedback from other indicators was much more positive.

Lin Miaomiao replied to the email quickly.

She expressed clear approval of the data sources and model derivations provided by Jiang Haoran, believing that the content was logically sound and the viewpoints were incisive.

In the latter half of the email, the tone shifted subtly.

She naturally continued the conversation about the weather: "Shanghai is indeed hot and humid, which makes people feel weak, but the air conditioning in the library is so strong that you'll want to put on a jacket."

Then, seemingly casually, she shared, "Your idea of ​​using light tea to cool off in the summer was brilliant. I tried a jasmine tea that had been scented more times; the floral aroma was deeper, but the refreshing taste of the tea soup was still there. It's perfect for this kind of weather where you need to stay alert but are also feeling restless."

"Regarding the paper you focused on analyzing, 'Progress in Photovoltaics,' I noticed that the corresponding author's research group recently updated some subsequent experimental data on the preprint platform, verifying the previous hypothesis."

However, some new findings have emerged that may be helpful in understanding the density of interface states. I've attached the document for your reference.

Jiang Haoran opened the attachment, which was a preprint PDF that had not yet been peer-reviewed but contained detailed data.

Access to such cutting-edge, non-publicly available academic materials requires specific academic networks or close monitoring of the field.

Lin Miaomiao not only got it, but also shared it with him.

This goes far beyond the scope of "sharing materials" among ordinary classmates; it's more like a gift of trust built on professional recognition and with a touch of tacit understanding.

Jiang Haoran did not reply immediately.

He spent an entire night carefully studying the preprint, not only digesting the data but also drawing on his previous life's industrial experience to annotate potential limitations of the experimental design and any unmentioned process-related points.