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

As Zhang Yixing walked into the cafeteria carrying a takeout bag, he saw someone in the restaurant—Wen Zhiyu.

She sat alone by the window, a bowl of cold porridge in front of her, her phone in her hand, the screen lit up, as if she were looking at something.

Her complexion was still a little pale, but better than during the day.

Zhang Yixing hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"Wen Zhiyu?"

Wen Zhiyu looked up, saw Zhang Yixing, and paused for a moment: "Zhang Yixing?"

Zhang Yixing sat down next to him. "Have you already eaten?"

Wen Zhiyu glanced down at the bowl of cold porridge in front of her and nodded: "Yes, I've eaten."

Zhang Yixing glanced at the bowl of porridge that had barely been touched, but didn't expose her.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Then Wen Zhiyu spoke first: "I heard that the fundraising has been suspended?"

Zhang Yixing nodded: "Yes, someone upstairs spoke."

"Is it Zhao Xianglong?"

Zhang Yixing did not answer, but his silence itself was the answer.

Wen Zhiyu looked down at her phone screen and said softly, "I just saw your message in the group chat."

She paused, then looked up, a complex emotion in her eyes: "Lu Chenzhou, is he alright?"

Zhang Yixing paused for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay, he's in a great mood. He was just looking at the contract, looking very calm."

Wen Zhiyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her lips twitched slightly as if she wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

"That's good," she said softly.

Zhang Yixing looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Wen Zhiyu, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

Are you really not afraid?

Wen Zhiyu remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "I'm afraid. Of course I'm afraid."

That was my mother's life-saving money. I saved it up for several years, working countless jobs, living frugally, and with the help of scholarships and grants every year.

If we lose money, my mother won't be able to have the surgery.

Her voice trembled slightly, but she took a deep breath and continued:

"But what if I don't invest? I'll never save enough for the surgery by working or relying on bonuses."

I have to work three jobs to barely cover the medical expenses of several thousand yuan a month.

The surgery will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. How long will it take me to save up?

I can wait, but Mom can't.

She looked at Zhang Yixing, her eyes slightly red: "I had no choice. Lu Chenzhou was the only hope I saw."

Zhang Yixing opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't say anything.

He wanted to say, "You're taking too much of a risk," but he swallowed the words back.

Because he suddenly realized that for Wen Zhiyu, not taking any risks was the biggest risk.

"He will win." These were the last four words Zhang Yixing uttered.

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment, then smiled.

That was the first time Zhang Yixing saw her smile.

It wasn't a polite smile; it was a genuine, hopeful smile.

"Yes, I believe him," she said.

Zhang Yixing carried his lunchbox and walked back to his dormitory, still thinking about what Wen Zhiyu had said.

"I can wait, but my mom can't."

These words were like a thorn stuck in his heart.

He suddenly felt that all his previous rational analysis, risk control, and sense of propriety seemed a bit pretentious in front of Wen Zhiyu.

Because he has a choice.

If he loses the money he invested, so be it; it won't affect his life or his family.

But Wen Zhiyu had no choice.

From the moment her mother fell ill, there was no turning back in her life.

He thought of Lu Chenzhou again.

Lu Chenzhou accepted Wen Zhiyu's money.

He knew perfectly well what kind of money it was, knew perfectly well that it represented the entire hope of a family, and knew perfectly well how serious the consequences would be if he lost it.

But he accepted it anyway.

Why?

Was it because of confidence? Was it because of sound judgment? Or was it because Lu Chenzhou saw something that he hadn't?

Zhang Yixing didn't know.

But he vaguely felt that Lu Chenzhou accepted Wen Zhiyu's money not because he was cold-blooded, but precisely because he understood the weight of that money better than anyone else.

That's why he asked, "Can you bear the consequences?"

He wasn't asking Wen Zhiyu; he was confirming that she had prepared for the worst.

Only in this way can he win without any burden.

Zhang Yixing pushed open the dormitory door and placed the lunchbox on the table: "Guys, time to eat."

Lu Chenzhou looked up at him and said, "Thanks."

Zhang Yixing sat on his bed, watching Lu Chenzhou eat, and suddenly remembered something.

He took out his phone and scrolled through his chat history with the institute's chief.

"A bright future awaits."

He looked at the four words again.

Then he typed: "Chief, the fundraising has been stopped by the school. Someone reported it. What do you think we should do next?"

After sending the message, I waited about a minute before my phone vibrated.

"It's a good thing to call a halt; he can still control the current scale."

If it gets any bigger, it will be beyond his control.

Let him focus on making the money he's owed first, and let his results speak for themselves.

"The results are out, everything's negotiable now."

Zhang Yixing looked at these words thoughtfully.

Then he typed another line: "Chief, how far do you think he can go?"

This time, the reply came a little slower; about three minutes later, the phone vibrated.

"If he maintains his current judgment and composure, within three years he will be one of the most undeniable names in this market."

Zhang Yixing stared at the screen, his heart skipped a beat.

One of the names that cannot be ignored within three years.

This is the chief's judgment on a college student who hasn't even graduated yet.

Zhang Yixing put down his phone and took a deep breath.

He looked at Lu Chenzhou, the young man who was sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly eating his cafeteria lunch.

He was wearing a plain T-shirt, his hair was a little messy, and his face was expressionless, just like any ordinary college student.

But Zhang Yixing knew that this person was no ordinary person.

Late at night

After the lights were turned off, the dormitory became quiet.

Lu Chenzhou, Yang Cheng, and Xia Yaozong's breathing gradually became even, indicating that they had fallen asleep.

But Zhang Yixing still couldn't sleep.

He lay on his side in bed, the faint light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

He opened the QQ group and glanced at it.

The group chat has quieted down; the last few messages were:

"What should we do when the market opens tomorrow? Does Brother Lu have any instructions?"

"Don't worry, Brother Lu said he'll let everyone know."

"I've already set my alarm for 8:30. I definitely need to keep an eye on the market tomorrow."

"Brothers, this time we're with Brother Lu, we're going to take down Zhao Xianglong!"

"Take down Zhao Xianglong!"

"Defeat Zhao Xianglong +1"

"+1"

"+10086"

Zhang Yixing looked at these messages and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Then he left the group chat, opened the forum, and browsed through the posts.

The post has reached over a thousand replies, and the latest comments are:

"Breaking news: the fundraising has been stopped by the school, apparently because someone reported it."

"Damn, it must have been Zhao Xianglong who did it. That bastard is too cunning."

"But the money already raised probably won't be refunded, right? That's over 300,000 yuan."

"More than 300,000? That's more than that. I heard the final count was over 400,000."

"Over 400,000? A college student raised over 400,000 in just a few hours? That's incredible!"

"What's so great about it? It still got stopped. Students are just students; they can't outmaneuver the rules."

"Stop being so sour, upstairs. Why weren't you saying anything when that person was earning 95,000 a day?"

Zhang Yixing closed the Baidu Tieba forum and put his phone next to his pillow.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind a jumbled mess.

He recalled Wen Zhiyu's words: "I can wait, but my mother can't."

He recalled the chief's words: "You have a bright future ahead of you."

He recalled what his teacher, Zhou Xingbang, had said: "Sinking boat, I'm sorry."

He recalled the messages Zhao Xianglong had sent in the group chat.

He recalled the people queuing in the corridor, their expectant eyes, their trembling hands, and their names signed without hesitation.

He recalled Lu Chenzhou's words: "When everyone is in despair, hope is not far away."

Then he remembered himself.

That version of myself standing at the dormitory entrance, watching the line stretch from the corridor to the stairwell.

The person who posted the "fundraising ended" message in the group.

The version of myself who told Wen Zhiyu in the cafeteria, "He will win."

Zhang Yixing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had no idea what would happen to the money he had invested.

He didn't know whether choosing to believe Lu Chenzhou was the right or wrong thing to do.

But he knew one thing: from this day forward, everything would be different.