Reborn in 2012, building a new energy empire

Just as Jiang Haoran's personal account broke the 100 million mark, the company account of "Jiutian Investment" was also experiencing a satisfying harvest.

For Chen Jinge, who was based in Shanghai, this battle was nothing short of a mind-blowing baptism.

Initially, when Jiang Haoran remotely instructed Chen Jingge to continue using the "downward pyramid" strategy to increase short positions after the price fell below 4000 points, Chen Jingge was filled with doubts.

The market has already fallen so much, what if there's a retaliatory rebound?

With such a large position, isn't the risk too great? During the phone call, he even subtly suggested whether to close out some of the position as the price falls, thereby locking in profits.

Jiang Haoran's reply was brief and resolute: "The trend remains unchanged; proceed according to plan."

Chen Jingge suppressed his apprehension and chose to carry out the order without reservation.

He personally witnessed how every point Jiang Haoran instructed to add to his position precisely coincided with the start of a new round of market decline.

3800, 3700, 3600... After each additional purchase, the price seemed to be under a spell, falling even further in the expected direction.

The company's unrealized profits snowballed, quickly jumping from millions to tens of millions.

His mindset gradually shifted from initial skepticism to astonishment, then to complete conviction, and finally, he even developed a touch of "fervor" to participate in creating history.

He began to truly understand what his nephew meant by "the power of trends": a torrent that, once formed, sweeps away everything in its path and ignores all short-term fluctuations.

Ultimately, when the price reached around 3500 points, the short positions in "Jiutian Investment's" futures account reached a staggering 16000 lots, and the final profit exceeded 6400 million yuan.

With the profits gradually accumulated from going long in the stock market, the company's total account funds have exceeded 100 million yuan.

While news of widespread market devastation and countless investors losing everything flooded social media, Zhou Mingyu heard from various sources that "Jiutian Investment" had achieved a resounding victory.

He was silent.

He pulled up the latest market chart and stared at the steep curve that plunged from 4396 points to 3500 points. The glaring "net short position of 60%" on the monthly report at the end of September kept replaying in his mind.

That wasn't recklessness; it was a prophetic, precise sniping.

Doubt, unease, contempt... all the previously complex emotions were shattered in the face of the cold market facts and the astonishingly high profit figures, quickly transforming into a complex emotion mixed with shock, ecstasy, and lingering fear.

He bet on the right person, he hit the jackpot. Jiang Haoran was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

A few days later, when Jiang Haoran finished dealing with school affairs and stepped into the lobby of the Lujiazui World Financial Center office building again, the scene he saw made him slightly stunned.

Zhou Mingyu was actually waiting in the lobby, with Chen Jingge by his side.

What's even more eye-catching is that not far behind Zhou Mingyu, two brand-new cars, one silver and one black, were parked quietly.

The silver Porsche Panamera, with its sharp, streamlined lines, and the black BMW 7 Series, with its composed and dignified presence, gleamed under the dazzling lights of the office building, attracting frequent glances from white-collar workers coming and going.

"President Jiang! You've worked hard!" Zhou Mingyu strode up to Jiang Haoran, his face beaming with a genuinely warm smile. He patted Jiang Haoran's shoulder forcefully. "That was a brilliant victory! Absolutely brilliant!"

His voice was loud and clear, his excitement almost overflowing, a stark contrast to the calm probing tone he had given me on the phone a month ago.

"Young Master Zhou, what are you doing...?" Jiang Haoran glanced at the two cars.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation!" Zhou Mingyu put his arm around his shoulder and pointed to the silver Panamera. "This car is for you to use. It's inconvenient for you to travel back and forth to the school in Shanghai without a decent car."

He then pointed to the BMW 7 Series: "President Chen has been working tirelessly in Shanghai these past few days, so this 7 Series is for him. Our company can't afford to make a bad impression when we go out on business!"

Chen Jingge, standing to the side, had clearly only just learned of this "gift," and his face showed a mixture of flattery and embarrassment: "President Zhou, this is too much, I..."

"President Chen, please don't refuse!" Zhou Mingyu waved his hand. "Your achievements deserve this! The car is already registered, all the paperwork is in order, here are the keys!"

Without a word, two car keys were shoved into Jiang Haoran and Chen Jingge's hands. The cool metallic touch conveyed a heavy weight.

Stepping into the elevator, Zhou Mingyu was still in high spirits: "Haoran, to be honest, when I saw that monthly report at the end of September, I really had some doubts. Not only me, but several of my friends whose families are also involved in investment, all thought you were too aggressive and going against the market."

The elevator mirror reflected his radiant face: "And the result? The market slapped them all in the face! Now, these people ask me every time they see me, 'Who exactly is your classmate?' Their insight is amazing! They're practically 'the only one sober in a world of drunks'!"

He mimicked his friends' tone, then burst into laughter: "What the hell can I say? I can only say, my brother is awesome! A true investment genius!"

Jiang Haoran simply smiled faintly at Zhou Mingyu's performance without saying a word.

He wasn't surprised by Zhou Mingyu's sudden change of attitude—from arrogance to obsequiousness, turning his back on someone as easily as flipping a book, yet appearing completely natural. This was the real Zhou Mingyu: driven by self-interest, extremely pragmatic, and exceptionally adept at seizing opportunities to express "sincerity."

Once seated in his office, Zhou Mingyu's smile faded slightly, but the eagerness in his eyes remained undiminished.

"Haoran, let's get down to business." He leaned forward. "That 30 million from before, in retrospect, definitely limited your performance. Jiutian Investment made a name for itself and proved your absolute strength. I think it's time to launch the second round of fundraising."

He held up two fingers: "Personally, I can invest that much more. Additionally, I can lead a fundraising effort from my network. The goal is to grow Jiutian Investment's portfolio to 300 to 500 million RMB in the short term. What do you think?"

Jiang Haoran did not answer immediately, but tapped his fingers lightly on the clean tabletop.

Zhou Mingyu's change of heart and his proposal were expected; capital has the keenest sense of smell. But what he was thinking about was no longer just the battles in the financial markets.

"Young Master Zhou, thank you for your trust and support." He spoke slowly, "Don't rush the second round of fundraising. We'll wait until the year-end profit settlement. However, we can start the preliminary plan now, and I'll prepare it."

He paused, his gaze drifting to the towering skyscrapers of Lujiazui outside the window: "My next focus is on real industries. The money in the financial market needs to find outlets that can create long-term value."

Zhou Mingyu raised an eyebrow, then suddenly understood, his smile deepening: "I understand! Finance empowering industry—that's the right path. Whatever you want to invest in next, whatever resources you need, just say the word. I'll take care of the funding and connections!"

His statement was crisp and decisive, full of unconditional support for Jiang Haoran's decision.

After seeing off the high-spirited Zhou Mingyu, only Jiang Haoran and Chen Jingge remained in the office.

Chen Jingge stroked the keys to his BMW and remarked, "This young master Zhou is quite interesting; he's someone special."

Jiang Haoran walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the two brand-new luxury cars.

They are like two shining medals, signifying his glorious victory in this financial battle, and also carrying the heavy and fervent expectations of Zhou Mingyu and the circle behind him.

However, he felt unusually calm inside.

Praise and adulation are all too common in this life and the next. They are merely icing on the cake after success; once you fail, all of them will be lost.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the glass curtain wall, reaching into the distance.

There are family factories in dire need of upgrading, a technical team eagerly awaiting development, and an industrial dream called "Kirin Technology" waiting for this influx of valuable resources.

A grander and more challenging blueprint slowly unfolded in his mind.

The financial blitzkrieg has achieved a complete victory thanks to its forward-thinking vision and extreme composure.

Now, it's time to take the spoils and the trust placed in us and turn around to engage in the long-term battle in the real economy, which requires even more patience, craftsmanship, and perseverance.