Reborn in 2012, building a new energy empire

Driven by calm calculation and an unwavering belief in victory, Jiang Haoran's "all-in" strategy entered its second phase.

The market's "feast" seemed to have sensed the appetite of this steadfast participant, and after three days of fluctuation and consolidation, it continued to rise.

Shortly after the market opened on Wednesday afternoon, the trading pattern of the soybean meal 1301 contract quietly changed.

Buying activity picked up, the 3170 level was easily breached, prices rose steadily, and trading volume increased significantly.

When Fatty Li was in his dormitory, looking at the obvious increase in his account's unrealized profits and seeing the gradually lengthening bullish candlestick on the trading software, he finally understood what Jiang Haoran meant by "the real feast is yet to come."

He frantically pulled out his phone, wanting to send a message to Jiang Haoran, but in the end he only typed a few words: "Brother Hao, it's gone up, it's surpassed 3178."

A few minutes later, he received a brief reply from Jiang Haoran: "Understood."

By the library window, Jiang Haoran closed his textbook, looked out at the lush campus scenery, and the expected smile reappeared on his lips, but this time it was deeper.

The surge in account numbers is merely a symptom. What he truly enjoys is the process of rigorous analysis, unwavering execution, and gradually aligning with the pulse of the market.

His wisdom shines with a cool and confident light in this struggle against the uncertainty of the future. The journey is long, but he has taken this first step firmly and powerfully.

The market's test is yet to come. But he has prepared enough ammunition and nerves of steel.

Jiang Haoran's life continued at the same pace.

The next day, his father, Jiang Jianguo, also called.

On the phone, the father's voice was less heavy than usual, filled with doubt and a hint of expectation: "Your mother said that you're in Shanghai... and things are looking promising?"

"Yes, I met a few senior colleagues who have a need for high-precision parts processing. I mentioned our factory's situation, and they were interested in learning more about it."

Jiang Haoran was more conservative in his assessment: "Dad, how's the maintenance of the CNC milling machine and the high-precision cutting machine in the factory? They're the face of the business if people really come to see them."

"The machine is fine!" Jiang Jianguo's voice rose slightly. "I've been keeping an eye on it every day. It's just... when exactly will they arrive? What documents do they need us to prepare?"

"We haven't set a specific time yet; we'll wait for confirmation from the other party. As for the documents, we'll compile the drawings and precision test reports of some challenging sample parts that our factory has produced over the years, as well as the equipment's factory certificates and maintenance records."

"It doesn't need to be fancy, but it needs to be solid and clear," Jiang Haoran instructed.

He needed to find something for his father to do, something that would both increase the factory's "investment value" and rekindle his father's fighting spirit.

"Okay, okay! I'll get it done in the next couple of days!" Jiang Jianguo agreed readily. His son's methodical arrangements made him feel like he had found a pillar of support.

Meanwhile, Jiang Haoran attended classes as scheduled, improved the seminar outline assigned by Professor Wu, and maintained a technical exchange frequency of one or two emails per week with Lin Miaomiao (occasionally interspersed with a touch of everyday life).

He even took the time to sit in on Professor Sun's research group's discussions, listening quietly and taking careful notes throughout.

Jiang Haoran was immersed in the atmosphere of discussions on cutting-edge technologies, and the technical paths and innovative ideas that shone in the reports and dialogues made him feel very fulfilled.

At this moment, the sparks of theoretical inspiration and technological ideas are quietly weaving a net, laying the foundation for his future entry into the photovoltaic industry as an advanced pioneer, and providing him with crucial technical blueprints and breakthrough ideas.

For Jiang Haoran, the direction was already clear, and Professor Sun's team was the perfect "implementation engine" to turn those predictions into real-world technical solutions.

This subtle clue is no longer a mere foreshadowing, but a carefully crafted technical setup, waiting to unleash its power to change the landscape at a crucial juncture in the future.

Gao Qian seems to have completely faded out of his life.

Occasionally, if you catch a glimpse of them from afar on campus, they will immediately look away and hurry off.

That once-lingering gaze has finally disappeared. Jiang Haoran is happy to finally have some peace and quiet.

On June 15, the last Friday before the Dragon Boat Festival, the soybean meal 1301 contract closed at 3203 points.

Jiang Haoran's account has successfully doubled, with unrealized profits exceeding 150,000 yuan.

That evening, Jiang Haoran had just finished reviewing the market trends when his phone, which was lying on the table, vibrated. The caller ID showed it was his uncle, Chen Jingge.

"Hey, Haoran, the market has been quite volatile lately. How's it going on your end?" His uncle's voice was as steady as ever, with a hint of concern.

"I'm still following the trend, and my account has already made a lot of money. The current trend is relatively stable," Jiang Haoran replied casually.

He didn't mention that he had invested his entire 150,000 yuan principal, and with the help of leverage and adding to his position based on unrealized profits, his actual equity had quietly grown to around 300,000 yuan.

Some achievements are best kept to yourself for now.

"It's good that things are going smoothly," Chen Jingge replied, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I just bought 100,000 worth to test the waters, and I made a small profit of about 40%, which I'm quite satisfied with."

He then changed the subject, becoming serious: "However, for us, the real test may have only just begun."

"I've received word that the USDA's planted acreage report and quarterly inventory report will be released in mid-next month."

Jiang Haoran's eyes narrowed slightly: "Yes, I remember this time."

"This is a significant official data release, and market expectations and sentiment could be reshuffled," Chen Jingge's voice came through the receiver, carrying a warning tone.

"Since you're still in the market and your position isn't small, you need to prepare various contingency plans in advance. When the report comes out, no matter which way it fluctuates, the magnitude won't be small."

"I understand," Jiang Haoran said. "Our logic is based on a shortage of spot goods. Unless the weather report shows an extreme reversal, the trend is unlikely to change. Volatility... is actually an opportunity."

Chen Jingge was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone. When he spoke again, his tone was filled with undisguised admiration and a hint of inquiry: "Clear logic, precise grasp of the key points, and completely undisturbed by emotions..."

"Haoran, your calm and collected demeanor is unlike that of a novice. I've seen far too many people panic in the face of such crucial data."

"Your composure is like that of a seasoned veteran who has been battling it out in the market for ten years."

"Okay, let's keep in touch. By the way, I've also been keeping an eye on your factory. I have two friends who work at feed mills, and they're also looking for stable, high-quality machining suppliers."

"When the time is right, I can arrange for your dad to come over, or I can make a connection and have them go to Zhenjiang to check out the factory. Although the orders aren't many, they can still make some money."

"Thank you, Uncle," Jiang Haoran said sincerely.

"We're family, let's not talk about this." Chen Jingge hung up the phone.

Jiang Haoran put down his phone and walked to the window.

The summer night on campus is tranquil yet vibrant. In the distance, the library is brightly lit, while nearby, the faint sounds of laughter and gaming drift from the dormitory buildings.