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

Zhang Yixing frowned as he looked at the messages, then glanced at Lu Chenzhou, who was standing silently to the side.

"Sinking Boat, someone has leaked our transaction details, even the purchase and sale times."

Lu Chenzhou was silent for a while: "Don't worry about this."

The moment we made the purchase, not only the onlookers knew, but also the securities companies and major institutions.

In their eyes, we were no different from being naked.

Seeing the group looking on high alert, he comforted them, "Don't worry, you don't need to take it too seriously. This is Hong Kong stock, which allows for T+0 trading. If there's any trouble, we can run away immediately."

If the other party wants to dump their shares, they'll have to consider Buffett's influence.

Considering that BYD Electronics is a subsidiary of BYD, and Buffett bought BYD stock, who would dare to dump shares given this relationship?

After figuring this out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A student asked expectantly, "Brother Lu, my roommate wants to invest. Do you think you could make an exception?"

Everyone looked at Lu Chenzhou, who remained silent for a moment before saying, "This involves compliance issues."

A group of people looked at him with question marks, wondering how this involved compliance issues.

Zhang Yixing hesitated and said, "The money we used to invest in Hong Kong stocks was borrowed from Xia Yaozong, and the account was his Hong Kong stock account and cash account."

If you want to invest again, this involves the issue of compliant outbound capital transfer.

To be compliant, we must have a QDII fund company, which means we must obtain a foreign exchange investment quota.

This involves the issue of licenses, which is virtually impossible to obtain.

Buying a small to medium-sized QDII fund company is the fastest way, but it costs around 3 million yuan, which is not something that can be resolved in a short time.

The group was bewildered: "Huh? Can't we just secretly throw them ourselves?"

Yang Cheng looked up at the person who made the suggestion: "Have you forgotten that we were reported last time and the fundraising was stopped?"

That time it was just a minor incident. If we accept fundraising again this time, and word gets out, it won't be something that can be solved by simply stopping fundraising. We might even get arrested.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Yaozong suggested, "Brother Lu, the United States announced a ban on short selling on September 18, 2008, which expires on October 2. Why don't we take this opportunity to short US stocks?"

I also have a US stock account, so I can just transfer the money there later. That way, fewer people will be able to keep an eye on us.

Everyone was bewildered. Why did they suddenly go to the US stock market again?

However, shorting US stocks is also not an option, as it seems that shorting there can yield higher profits.

Moreover, being constantly watched like this isn't good; it's better to short US stocks!

Lu Chenzhou glanced at Xia Yaozong, who was having wild ideas. The real opportunity to short US stocks had already passed.

Going short now is like licking blood off a knife's edge; one wrong move and you could lose everything.

"It's not impossible, but not US stocks, but Hong Kong stocks."

However, I'm still unsure whether to short this Hong Kong stock, as the risk is too high.

Zhang Yixing hesitated before asking, "Which stock?"

Lu Chenzhou glanced at him and replied, "You'll know once I've made the deal."

Xia Yaozong changed the subject: "Tomorrow is National Day, and the Hong Kong stock market will be closed. Where do you plan to go?"

"Shall we go watch the flag-raising ceremony tomorrow?" Zhang Yixing said after thinking for a moment.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at him.

Zhang Yixing said, "On National Day, the flag is raised at Tiananmen Square. I've been in Beijing for two years and haven't been to see it yet. Anyway, the Hong Kong stock market is closed, so I'm just killing time."

Xia Yaozong scoffed, "You're a grown man going to watch the flag-raising ceremony? Don't you want to ask a girl out?"

"I'm asking you out." Zhang Yixing looked at him expressionlessly.

"roll."

The red light in the hospital operating room went out.

Wen Zhiyu stood up from the bench in the corridor. Her legs were a little numb, but she didn't care.

The door opened, and the surgeon took off his mask, a tired smile on his face.

"The surgery was successful, the patient's condition is stable, and he can be transferred to a regular ward after a few days of observation."

Wen Zhiyu's tears welled up instantly.

She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, her lips trembling. She wanted to say something, but found her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

In the end, he could only manage two words: "Thank you."

The doctor nodded, turned and left.

The nurse pushed the hospital bed out, and her mother lay on it, her face pale, but her chest rising and falling evenly.

Wen Zhiyu followed her to the ward door and watched as the nurse settled her mother in before finally leaning against the wall in the corridor and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Three years.

Three years of part-time work, three years of saving every penny, three years of living in fear and anxiety.

Finally, it's over.

She took out her phone and scrolled to that name in her contacts.

Lu Chenzhou.

She stared at those three words for a long time, wanting to send a message, but after typing a few words, she deleted them again and again.

In the end, she only sent one sentence:

"The surgery was a success, thank you."

Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, the other party replied with a single word:

"Um."

Wen Zhiyu stared at the word "hmm" for a long time, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

He remains as sparing with words as ever.

She put her phone in her pocket, turned around and walked into the ward, sitting down beside her mother's bed.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

After taking good care of her mother, Wen Zhiyu returned to the Renmin University campus.

When she entered the dormitory, all three of her roommates were there.

Xiao Zhou was the first to rush up: "Zhiyu, you're finally back! How's Auntie?"

Wen Zhiyu put down her bag, a genuine smile on her face, the first one she'd had in years.

"The surgery was a success."

Xiao Zhou hugged her tightly: "That's great! I knew it, good people are always blessed."

The other two roommates also gathered around, bombarding them with questions.

After a while of excitement, Xiao Zhou suddenly quieted down and looked at Wen Zhiyu meaningfully.

"Zhiyu, was it thanks to Lu Chenzhou that you were able to raise the money for your surgery this time?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded, without denying it.

Xiao Zhou's eyes lit up: "So how do you plan to repay him?"

Wen Zhiyu was taken aback.

She hadn't really thought about that.

During that time, all she could think about was her mother's illness, the surgery fees, and the hospital.

Now that everything has settled down, she realized that she owed Lu Chenzhou a huge favor.

It's not just about money.

It was because he accepted the money when she was at her most desperate.

It was because every trade he made was profitable during her most stressful moments.

It was because when everyone thought she was crazy, he proved with results that she hadn't chosen the wrong person.

It was because he waived all fees when she requested to terminate the contract early.

"I...I don't know," Wen Zhiyu said honestly.

Xiao Zhou's eyes darted around, he chuckled, and uttered three words:

"Spread your legs."