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

Wen Zhiyu's face flushed red: "Mom! What are you thinking? He's just helping me manage my finances; we're just clients."

Her mother looked at her, her eyes clearly saying, "I don't believe it."

Wen Zhiyu took a deep breath and took out something else from her bag.

A newspaper folded neatly.

She unfolded the newspaper, turned to the front page, and handed it to her mother.

"Mom, look at this."

Her mother took the newspaper and looked down at it.

The front page prominently featured the headline: "Double Kill by Bulls and Bears: A Student's HK$2175 Million Trading Day."

Her mother squinted and read out the words one by one: "Double kill of bulls and bears." When she got to "2175 million," her voice suddenly stopped.

Her mother's voice rose an octave: "Over twenty million? Zhiyu, is this your classmate?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded: "It's him, Lu Chenzhou."

Her mother leaned closer to look at the newspaper, then turned to the second page and saw the article that read: "Lu Chenzhou, a 20-year-old third-year student majoring in finance at Renmin University of China."

On September 29, he first went long and then short in the Hong Kong stock market, earning HK$2175 million in a single day.

Her mother's fingers traced the name on the newspaper: Lu Chenzhou.

He read it twice, then looked up at Wen Zhiyu: "He earned over 20 million in one day?"

Wen Zhiyu added, "Hong Kong dollars, which is approximately 19 million yuan."

Her mother's mouth was open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

"What...what does his family do?"

Wen Zhiyu replied, "He doesn't have any background; he's an orphan. He just accurately assessed the market and then placed his bets."

Her mother looked down at the newspaper again. She read slowly, word by word, skipping over unfamiliar words, but she understood the general meaning.

This student named Lu Chenzhou bought stocks and made money when everyone thought the stock market was going to collapse.

Then, while everyone else rushed in to buy, he sold, shorted, and made another profit.

After she finished reading it, she placed the newspaper by her bedside and looked at Wen Zhiyu.

"Zhiyu, tell Mom the truth, do you like him?"

Wen Zhiyu's face flushed again: "Mom, I told you, we are..."

Her mother interrupted her: "You've never mentioned the name of any male classmate to me since you were little."

Throughout junior high, high school, and university, you never mentioned the boys in your class.

But you've told me about this person three times already.

Wen Zhiyu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Her mother looked at her with an understanding look in her eyes, as if she had been through it all.

"Mom isn't against you, Mom just wants to know if this person is trustworthy."

If you hand over the money to him, it's our life.

He helped you make money, and Mom is grateful to him.

But if you give him your heart too...

Wen Zhiyu stood up, her face flushed red: "Mom! Stop talking! There's really nothing between him and me!"

Her mother looked at her and smiled.

That was the first time Wen Zhiyu had seen her smile since her mother fell ill.

Her mother picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip herself.

"Okay, Mom won't say anymore, but tell Mom what he looks like?"

Wen Zhiyu sat down, head down, fingers tracing circles on her knees.

She replied softly, "1.85 meters tall, very thin, broad shoulders, small but bright eyes."

He doesn't talk much, but every time he does, he gets to the point.

He's usually very low-key and quiet, just an ordinary student on campus, but when you talk to him, you can sense that he's different from others.

As her mother listened, the smile on her face grew wider and wider.

"Anything else?"

"It's gone," Wen Zhiyu said in a muffled voice.

What's his personality like?

Wen Zhiyu thought for a moment: "Very steady, so steady that he doesn't seem like a twenty-year-old."

Yesterday morning, BYD opened at 16 yuan, and everyone went crazy, shouting that it would rise further.

He sat there, motionless, then cleared out his long positions and went all in short.

"You know what, Mom? There were dozens of people in the room, but he was the only one who didn't panic."

Her mother didn't say anything, she just looked at her.

Wen Zhiyu continued, "When the stock price plummeted, everyone's face turned pale, and some people started calling him crazy. He didn't say a word, he just sat there watching the screen."

Then the stock price dropped to 12 yuan, and he closed his position, making over 20 million yuan in one day.

She looked up at her mother, her eyes shining: "After he closed his position, he didn't cheer, he didn't laugh, he didn't even feel relieved. He took a sip of water and then continued to calmly watch the market."

Her mother remained silent for a long time, then said something that surprised Wen Zhiyu: "This person is better than your father."

Wen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. Her father had passed away when she was twelve years old. Her mother had never mentioned her father in front of her, let alone said anything like "better than your father".

Her mother's voice was low: "If your father had been even half as composed back then, he wouldn't have passed away so early."

Wen Zhiyu didn't speak; she lowered her head.

The ward was quiet for a while. Her mother finished the last mouthful of porridge, put the bowl on the bedside table, picked up the newspaper, and read it again.

"Mom will keep this newspaper. When your classmate becomes famous, this newspaper will be worth something."

Wen Zhiyu smiled: "Mom, he'll definitely become famous in the future."

Her mother looked at her: "Are you that sure?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded: "I'm sure. Because he believed when no one else did."

I woke up when everyone else was greedy.

Such people won't remain unknown forever.

Her mother stared at her for a long time, then sighed: "Zhiyu, you've changed."

Wen Zhiyu was taken aback: "What has changed?"

Her mother said, "You would never have said such a thing before."

You used to only know how to study, work, and save money.

You never use words like "future" or "later".

But you've said it now.

Wen Zhiyu fell silent.

Her mother reached out and grasped her hand: "Is it because of that person named Lu Chenzhou?"

Wen Zhiyu did not answer, but she did not deny it.

Her mother patted the back of her hand and said softly, "Mom doesn't care who you like, Mom just wants you to be happy. If you're happy, Mom is happy."

Wen Zhiyu's eyes reddened. She lowered her head, buried her face in her mother's hands, and mumbled, "Mom."

"Um."

"You must take good care of yourself during the surgery."

Her mother laughed: "Mom still wants to see you get married, how can you not behave well?"

Wen Zhiyu looked up, tears already streaming down her face.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand and smiled, "Mom, don't say such things."

Her mother picked up the newspaper and looked at the headline again: "Double Kill: A Student's HK$2175 Million Trading Day."

Then she folded the newspaper and put it under her pillow.

"Mom, keep this."

As Wen Zhiyu watched her movements, the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards.

Outside the window, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the hospital bed, her mother's pale face, and the neatly folded newspaper.

In the hallway, a nurse called out, "Bed number 3, time to take your temperature."

Wen Zhiyu stood up, wiped her eyes, and went to open the door.

When the nurse pushed the door open, she glanced at the corner of the newspaper peeking out from under her mother's pillow and casually asked, "Auntie, you still read financial news?"

Her mother laughed: "Look, my daughter's boyfriend is in the newspaper."

"Mom!" Wen Zhiyu's face turned bright red instantly.

The nurse paused for a moment, then smiled: "Auntie, your daughter is still very young."

Her mother glanced at Wen Zhiyu, then at the newspaper, and said with a smile, "She's not young anymore, it's time for her to get married."

Wen Zhiyu covered her flushed face, turned around and walked out of the ward.

In the corridor, she leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, then took out her phone and found Lu Chenzhou's number.

She stared at that name for a long time, but in the end, she didn't dial it.

She put her phone in her pocket, turned around, and walked back to the ward.

Her mother was talking to the nurse, her voice was soft, but there was a relaxed tone in her voice that Wen Zhiyu hadn't heard in a long time.

"Nurse, let me tell you, my daughter's classmate earned over 20 million in a single day..."

"Mom!" Wen Zhiyu called out again.

The nurse smiled and said, "Auntie, your daughter is embarrassed."

Her mother laughed too: "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Wen Zhiyu walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the newspaper, pulled it out from under her mother's pillow, folded it, and put it in her bag.

Her mother asked, "Why are you taking it?"

"I'm afraid you'll tell everyone." Wen Zhiyu lowered her head, her voice muffled.

Her mother laughed: "Okay, you can keep it. But if he really becomes famous in the future, you have to give this newspaper back to your mother."

Wen Zhiyu did not answer.

She zipped up her bag, placed it on the bedside table, then picked up an apple from the bedside table and began peeling it.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her fair fingers, the apple peel, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

Her mother looked at her, didn't say anything, just smiled.

It was a genuine, joyful laugh that I hadn't experienced in a long time.