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

"How much?" Zhao Xianglong's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"The current statistics show that the number has exceeded 300,000."

Zhao Xianglong ripped the IV needle out of his hand, sat up abruptly, and his face turned from white to red, then from red to green.

"Three hundred thousand? How could a penniless wretch like him possibly raise three hundred thousand?"

The assistant didn't dare to respond; this was just the beginning, and who knew how much more tomorrow would bring.

Zhao Xianglong was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot: "Are those people who invested money crazy?"

He just got lucky and caught a policy bottom once, does he really think he's a stock market genius?

The assistant said cautiously, "Young Master, someone in the group said that Lu Chenzhou didn't sell a single share today, showing great self-control."

Moreover, his analysis at the salon earlier now appears to have been correct.

Zhao Xianglong sneered: "Right? Right about what? It's only been a day or two since it went up, and he's already a god?"

The last time the stamp duty was lowered, the market rose for a day or two before falling back down; the same thing is happening this time.

He became more and more excited as he spoke: "When the market corrects, he will be liquidated with ten times leverage and a single limit down will wipe him out."

Those fools who gave him money will be crying their eyes out later.

The assistant opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Zhao Xianglong's bloodshot eyes, he swallowed his words.

Zhao Xianglong picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened the Xianglong Investment QQ group, and frantically typed:

"Lu Chenzhou has a gambler's mentality. If you follow him and invest money, you'll lose everything sooner or later."

This market rescue is essentially no different from the one in April; the market will only rise for a few days before falling back down.

After sending it, he stared at the screen.

"Brother Long, did you miss getting on the bus again?"

"Brother Long, stop being so stubborn. He earns 95,000 a day, how much are you losing?"

"Xiaolong, are you sure you have enough computers and phones to smash?"

"I heard you smashed another one? The fourth one now?"

Zhao Xianglong's face turned from white to red, from red to green, and finally to purple.

The assistant cautiously said, "Young Master, should we explain this to the people in the group chat?"

Zhao Xianglong hesitated for a moment: "Explain what? Explain that I missed out? Explain that I was outdone by a poor wretch?"

How can I, Zhao Xianglong, who turned 100,000 into 20 million, be worse off than a student who can't even find an internship?

His voice trembled with tears as he finished speaking.

The assistant didn't dare to speak and silently withdrew.

Zhao Xianglong was the only one left in the room.

He stared at the dim light on the ceiling and muttered to himself:

"Why? Why can he see it correctly? Why can't I?"

No, I have to call the whistleblower hotline and stop him from raising funds.

Students don't have much money to begin with, and if they all go to him, who will vote for me?

"Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Lu Chenzhou, you've cut off my livelihood, so I'll cut off yours in return."

He picked up his phone and started calling school leaders to report them relentlessly.

Outside the window, there were no stars in the night sky over Beijing, only a thick layer of haze.

In dormitory 302, the line continues.

Xia Yaozong's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the numbers in the Excel spreadsheet kept changing.

"Next!"

A thin, small boy squeezed to the front of the table, clutching a bank card in his hand, his face flushed red: "Senior, I'll deposit 1000."

Xia Yaozong glanced at him: "Name?"

"My name is Liu Yang, I'm a sophomore in accounting, and this money is what I saved up this semester by tutoring..."

"Okay, I've registered. You're responsible for all risks and profits/losses. Is that alright?"

Liu Yang's voice was firm: "No problem, I trust Brother Lu!"

After he finished signing and turned to leave, he suddenly turned back and called out, "Brother Lu."

Lu Chenzhou raised his head.

Liu Yang took a deep breath and asked, "Brother Lu, can I ask you something? How can you be so sure this is the bottom?"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as everyone looked at Lu Chenzhou.

Lu Chenzhou was silent for two seconds, then said, "When everyone is in despair, hope is not far away."

The stock market is never a barometer of the economy, but rather a barometer of human nature.

Liu Yang stood there stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Brother Lu."

The queue continued down the corridor.

Some people invested 500, some invested 2000, and some invested 10,000.

Behind every penny is a young person's entire expectation for the future.

Standing at the entrance, Zhang Yixing looked at the ever-growing queue and suddenly remembered something.

He took out his phone and sent a message to the institute's chief researcher:

"Boss, my roommate Lu Chenzhou is raising funds tonight, and classmates are lining up to donate. How far do you think he can go on this path?"

After sending the message, my phone vibrated after about ten seconds.

The chief replied with four words: "A bright future awaits."

Zhang Yixing stared at those four words for a long time, stunned.

Then he looked up at the calm-faced young man beside him, and a strong premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.

This night may just be the beginning.

Zhou Xingbang, feeling somewhat helpless after receiving another call from the department head, went to dormitory 302.

As instructed by his superiors, he had to immediately go and stop Lu Chenzhou from continuing to raise funds.

But he didn't do that. He waited until everyone in line had left and the fundraising ended before he stepped forward.

Lu Chenzhou had noticed him earlier: "Teacher Zhou, what's wrong?"

Zhou Xingbang felt a little guilty towards him, as he had to stop Lu Chenzhou's career when it was just starting out, making him feel like the villain.

"Sinking Boat, I'm sorry, you can no longer raise funds."

Zhang Yixing, Xia Yaozong, and Yang Cheng all frowned, looking at Zhou Xingbang with puzzled expressions.

Zhou Xingbang explained, "Someone reported you for illegal fundraising."

As you know, the target audience for this fundraising is students from Renmin University. If we lose too much money, it will have a negative impact. That's why my supervisor asked me to talk to you.

Of course, we don't care about what you've already done in raising funds, but after that, I can only apologize.

Lu Chenzhou nodded: "Okay! I understand. Thank you for making the trip, Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Xingbang looked at Lu Chenzhou, who had a calm expression, with some surprise. He realized that he didn't really know this usually low-key student.

After seeing Professor Zhou Xingbang off, Xia Yaozong looked at Lu Chenzhou who had returned and said somewhat displeasedly, "Should I use my connections to teach Zhao Xianglong a lesson?"

Zhang Yixing hesitated and said, "I guess he's the one who reported it, but even if he hadn't, I doubt the school leaders would have allowed the fundraising to be too large."

Yang Cheng said, "Don't make a big deal out of this. The best way to handle this is to leave it at that."

All three looked at Lu Chenzhou, waiting for him to make a decision.

After a moment of silence, Lu Chenzhou replied, "He's just a clown, ignore him."

Yixing, please announce in the group that the fundraising is over and we are not accepting investments for the time being, without giving a reason.

Yang Cheng is right. This matter shouldn't be blown out of proportion. Let's wait until we achieve something before making a fuss.

Zhang Yixing stared at his phone screen, his finger hovering over the send button, hesitating to press it.