Becoming the King of Bottom Fishing After Going All-In on A-Shares

Chapter 106 Besieged by Reporters at the Airport

Lu Chenzhou glanced at her.

"Look carefully, then place your bet."

Six characters.

The female reporter paused for a moment, then asked, "See clearly what?"

"See clearly what others have not seen clearly."

"for example?"

Lu Chenzhou thought for a moment.

"On September 18th, when everyone was selling at a loss, I saw the bottom of the valuation."

On October 2nd, no one dared to short Huaxin Taifu; I saw the exchange rate risk.

Today, everyone is in a panic, and I see the end of that panic.

The market is always oscillating between sentiment and facts.

The facts haven't changed, only the emotions have—that's the opportunity.

The female reporter was so engrossed in listening that she almost dropped the recorder.

The reporters nearby also fell silent.

A male reporter squeezed up, his voice sharp and defiant.

"Mr. Lu, I'm a reporter from the South China Morning Post. Some people say your success is due to luck, not ability. What's your opinion?"

The surroundings became quiet.

Wen Zhiyu stood behind Lu Chenzhou, her fingers gripping her briefcase tightly.

She looked at the reporter, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Lu Chenzhou looked at the reporter and remained silent for two seconds.

"Luck is also a part of strength."

The reporter was taken aback.

Lu Chenzhou continued, "But luck won't last 40 days."

The reporter opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but when he met those calm eyes, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

A male reporter wearing glasses raised his hand, his voice not loud, but his question was very serious.

"Mr. Lu, I have a question. Today, when you bought China National Building Materials at 1.58, if foreign investors continued to sell off, pushing the price down to 1.5 or 1.4, would you still have continued to buy?"

Lu Chenzhou looked at him.

"meeting."

Why?

"Because I've calculated that if the price is below 1.5, they won't have enough stock to dump."

The reporter was taken aback: "You even calculated this?"

Before making a trade, you should consider all the possibilities.

What if we win? What if we lose? How much ammunition does the opponent have left? How long can our defenses hold?

I only dare to place a bet after I've calculated everything clearly.

The reporter was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Thanks."

A middle-aged male reporter squeezed to the front, wearing a name tag that read "21st Century Business Herald" around his neck.

"Mr. Lu, some people are saying you're supporting the market for the country today. What's your opinion?"

Lu Chenzhou glanced at him.

"I'm just making a deal."

"Isn't it for something else?"

"It's not for any other reason than that the valuation is low enough, the sentiment is panicked enough, and the probability is high enough, so I bought it. It has nothing to do with whether or not the market is being propped up."

The reporter pressed further, "What if foreign investors continue to sell off tomorrow?"

"I've gone all in."

The reporter paused for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you afraid they'll continue to dump their shares?"

Lu Chenzhou looked at him.

"Before today, no one thought I could handle it."

The reporter opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Phoenix TV reporters squeezed in again.

"Mr. Lu, what are your next steps? Will you continue to hold long positions in Hong Kong stocks, or will you switch to A-shares?"

Everyone stared at Lu Chenzhou.

This is the question that everyone cares about most.

If he continues to go long on Hong Kong stocks, others will follow suit tomorrow.

If he switches to the A-share market, the A-share market may experience a surge.

Lu Chenzhou looked at her and remained silent for two seconds.

"It depends."

Three words.

The reporter pressed further, "It depends? Could you be more specific?"

"cannot."

Why?

"Because if I say something, others will follow suit. If others follow suit, it will affect the market, and if it affects the market, my judgment will become inaccurate."

He paused for a moment: "Investing is a personal matter, not a matter for a group of people."

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people wanted to press for more information, but Lu Chenzhou was already preparing to leave.

Just then, a reporter suddenly turned his attention to Wen Zhiyu.

"Madam, are you Mr. Lu's assistant?"

Wen Zhiyu was taken aback. She hadn't expected anyone to ask her that.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, "I am his secretary," but before she could speak, Lu Chenzhou spoke first.

"She is my partner."

Wen Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Lu Chenzhou's profile; he remained calm, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

The reporter pressed further, "Partner? May I ask your surname?"

Wen Zhiyu took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound more steady.

"My surname is Wen."

"Ms. Wen, you've been standing behind Mr. Lu all day, carrying a briefcase. May I ask what your position is at Zhizhou Capital?"

Wen Zhiyu glanced at Lu Chenzhou.

Lu Chenzhou didn't speak or look at her.

But he twitched his hand slightly, as if to signal her to speak for herself.

Wen Zhiyu turned her head and looked at the reporter.

"The legal representative is also the secretary."

The reporter's eyes lit up: "So what are your plans for the company's future development?"

Wen Zhiyu was silent for a second.

"Follow Lu Chenzhou."

Six words, concise and to the point.

The reporter paused for a moment, then asked, "Don't you have your own thoughts?"

Wen Zhiyu said, "He is the one who makes the decisions, and I am the one who helps him execute them."

Wherever he points, I shoot.

I don't need to plan; he's already planned it, so I just need to do it.

The reporter looked at her, then at Lu Chenzhou, and suddenly asked, "You trust him a lot?"

Wen Zhiyu glanced at Lu Chenzhou.

"letter."

One word.

No further explanation is needed.

The reporter waited a moment, and seeing that she wasn't going to say anything more, asked again, "Just this one word?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded.

That's enough.

There was a moment of silence.

The reporter did not ask any further questions.

For the last question, a reporter carrying a camera squeezed to the front, pointing the lens at Lu Chenzhou.

"Mr. Lu, could you say a few words to the camera? Say hello to our viewers?"

Lu Chenzhou stared at the camera and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he said something that surprised everyone.

"The landscape of Hong Kong stocks has changed."

Five words.

The reporter was stunned: "Just that one sentence?"

Just this one sentence.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"No need, today's market performance is the best explanation."

The reporter opened his mouth, wanting to ask another question, but Lu Chenzhou had already turned around, picked up the backpack from his suitcase, and put it on.

"Let's go," he said to Wen Zhiyu.

Wen Zhiyu nodded, dragging her suitcase, and followed behind him.

The reporters wanted to follow, but were stopped by security personnel at the security checkpoint.

"Gentlemen, this is the security checkpoint. Please stop here."

Several reporters stood outside the line, holding up their cameras and snapping photos of Lu Chenzhou's back.

Someone, unwilling to give up, shouted: "Mr. Lu, will you ever return to the A-share market?"

Lu Chenzhou did not turn around.

He handed his boarding pass and travel document to the security officer, took off his coat, and put it into the security basket.

Wen Zhiyu stood behind him and also put her briefcase into the security check basket.

The two people walked through the security gate one after the other.

There was no sound.

Wen Zhiyu bent down and took her briefcase from the security check basket, then picked up Lu Chenzhou's coat, folded it, and draped it over her arm.

Lu Chenzhou took his boarding pass and travel permit and glanced at her.

"Was what you just said true?"

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment: "Which sentence?"

"letter."

Wen Zhiyu looked at him.

"real."

Lu Chenzhou looked at her for two seconds, then nodded.

"Let's go."

The two walked toward the boarding gate.

The waiting area next to the boarding gate in the departure lounge wasn't crowded.

Lu Chenzhou found a seat by the window, took out his phone, and glanced at the Hong Kong stock market closing data.

Hang Seng Index: 12596.20 points, +14.35%.

He put his phone in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Wen Zhiyu sat down next to him, put her briefcase on her lap, opened it, and took out the notebook.

She turned to the last page, where a line read: "The landscape of Hong Kong stocks is about to change."

That was what Lu Chenzhou said in the trading hall this morning.

She stared at the line of text for a long time, then closed the notebook and put it back in her bag.

Lu Chenzhou.

"Um."

"You just said that investing is a personal matter, not a group matter," so why bother raising funds?

Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes and looked at the helipad outside the window.

"Because one person can't go far alone."

Wen Zhiyu remained silent.

Lu Chenzhou continued, "I can handle 10 billion yuan by myself, but what about after 10 billion yuan?"

I can't handle 20 billion, 50 billion, or 100 billion by myself.

I need a team, I need partners, I need people I can trust.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Zhiyu.

"You are the one I can trust."

Wen Zhiyu lowered her head, pretending to zip up her briefcase.

"You always say things that leave people speechless."

Lu Chenzhou's lips twitched slightly.

"No need to answer, just listen."

The boarding announcement came on.

"Attention passengers traveling to Beijing, boarding for your flight CA118 is now beginning. Please take your belongings with you, present your boarding pass, and proceed to gate B23."

Lu Chenzhou stood up and picked up his boarding pass.

Wen Zhiyu also stood up, put the notebook into her bag, and zipped it up.

Two people lined up to board the plane.

When she reached the boarding gate, Wen Zhiyu suddenly stopped.

Lu Chenzhou.

"Um."

Are you tired today?

Lu Chenzhou thought for a moment.

"good."

"My legs are numb from standing," Wen Zhiyu said. "You've been standing all day, aren't they numb?"

"It's numb."

"Then why didn't you say so?"

"Will it stop being numb if I tell you?"

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You're the kind of person who doesn't even say anything when you're implicated."

Lu Chenzhou did not respond.

He turned and walked into the boarding gate.

Wen Zhiyu followed behind him, watching his back.

The corridor was long and the lights were bright. The shadows of the two people were stretched long, overlapping, separating, and then overlapping again.

The airplane taxis, takes off, and passes through the clouds.

Hong Kong outside the window grew smaller and smaller. Victoria Harbour became a silver ribbon, and the skyscrapers looked like building blocks, finally disappearing beneath the clouds.

Wen Zhiyu leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

Lu Chenzhou.

"Um."

"You made 3.53 million today, are you happy?"

Lu Chenzhou remained silent for two seconds.

"Happy."

"Then why don't you smile?"

Lu Chenzhou thought for a moment.

Whether you laugh or not is a different matter from whether you're happy or not.

Wen Zhiyu opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

Sunlight streamed in through the porthole and fell on his face.

His expression remained calm and composed, but there was a tiny curve at the corner of his mouth that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Wen Zhiyu stared at the curve for two seconds, then smiled.

You're laughing.

Lu Chenzhou neither denied nor admitted it.

He turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you when we get there."

Wen Zhiyu hummed in agreement and closed her eyes again.