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

All eyes were on the screen, but Lu Chenzhou still had the same expression, as calm as a stagnant pool.

His fingers rested on the mouse without moving, his gaze swept over the betting data, paused for about two seconds, and then looked away.

"Will Brother Lu increase his holdings today?" someone asked in a low voice.

"have no idea."

"Probably not? Adding to a short position is too risky."

"When have you ever seen Brother Lu afraid of taking risks?"

"It's not a question of whether you're afraid or not, it's a question of whether it's worth it. Adding to your short position at this level isn't cost-effective."

Hong Kong stocks opened at 9:30 a.m.

The Hang Seng Index opened 526 points lower at 17156, a drop of 2.98%.

The Hang Seng China Enterprises Index opened 382 points lower, a drop of more than 4%.

On the screen, the numbers of the three short-selling targets began to fluctuate.

BYD Electronic opened more than 5% lower, China National Building Material opened more than 3% lower, and CEFC China Energy opened more than 2% lower.

A series of suppressed gasps filled room 608.

"It's falling! It's falling! Everything's falling!"

"BYD Electronics opened 5 points lower; it's likely to break down today!"

"Huaxin Taifu also fell, and Rongjia couldn't hold up the market either."

"Brother Lu's short positions are about to take off today."

Wen Zhiyu stood by the window, the water glass in her hand had gone cold.

She wasn't looking at the screen; she was looking at Lu Chenzhou.

His profile appeared serene in the screen's light, his eyelashes long, his fingers resting on the mouse, motionless.

She wondered, how did this person manage to do that?

Everyone around him was excited and anxious, but he remained as still as a stone.

At 9:40, the stock price was still falling.

The atmosphere in room 608 had shifted from excitement to euphoria.

Some people started doing the math: BYD Electronics fell 7 points, how much did the profits from short positions increase?

Huaxin Taifu fell by 3 points, which contributed significantly to the decline.

The numbers danced on the screen, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"How much is it now?" someone asked.

"Less than 100 million."

"Breaking 100 million! Breaking 100 million! Breaking 100 million!"

In the corner, a few girls did not participate in the celebration of those numbers.

Their gazes never left Lu Chenzhou from beginning to end.

He leaned against the wall in the corridor, holding a mobile phone with the camera pointed at room 608.

But she wasn't filming the screen; she was filming Lu Chenzhou.

"Did you get a picture?" asked the person next to them, who was wearing a red scarf.

"I got the picture." The man in the camel coat put down his phone and looked at the photos.

Lu Chenzhou sat in front of the computer, his profile turned to the side, the light shining in from the window, making his features very handsome.

"How do you plan to approach him?" the woman in the red scarf asked.

The man in the camel coat thought for a moment and said, "Let's add each other on QQ first."

"Can you add him on QQ?"

"I have a way."

The woman in the red scarf glanced at her but didn't say anything.

But there's a message in her eyes: you probably don't know who Wen Zhiyu is.

At 10:00 AM, Hong Kong stocks extended their losses.

The Hang Seng Index fell below 17000 points, and the H-share index dropped by nearly 5 points.

BYD Electronics' decline widened to 9%, CEFC China Energy fell 4%, and China National Building Material fell 3.5%.

The cheers in room 608 almost lifted the ceiling off.

"It's surpassed 100 million! It's surpassed 100 million! It just surpassed 100 million!"

Some people jumped up, some hugged the people next to them and laughed wildly, and some took out their phones to take pictures and post them on WeChat Moments.

Wang Hao squatted in the corner, his fingers flying across the calculator, muttering to himself.

Li Ming stood next to him, pushed up his glasses, his lips trembling, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Zhiyu glanced down at her phone.

Her mom sent her a message: "I just saw the news, did your classmate make money again today?"

She replied, "Mm."

Are you alright?

Wen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. Her mother didn't ask "How much did he earn?" but "Are you alright?"

She stared at those two words for two seconds, then typed: "I'm fine, Mom."

"That's good. I don't care how much money he makes, I just want you to be happy."

Wen Zhiyu put her phone in her pocket and looked up.

Lu Chenzhou maintained the same expression, neither smiling nor showing any excitement.

He took a sip of water and then continued staring at the screen.

Maybe Mom is right.

I'm not standing here because of how much money he makes.

She was with him because of who he was.

In the hallway, the low ponytail and curly hair were still leaning against the wall.

"It's surpassed 100 million," the curly-haired man said.

"Um."

"What do you think he's thinking right now?"

The woman with the low ponytail thought for a moment and said, "I wasn't thinking about anything."

"How is that possible?"

Looking at Lu Chenzhou's back in room 608 with her hair in a low ponytail, she said, "Really, look at his expression."

It wasn't an act; it was genuine calm.

This kind of person only thinks about the next step; they have no time for celebration.

The woman with curly hair was silent for a moment, then said, "Can Wen Zhiyu keep up with his pace?"

The girl with the low ponytail didn't answer because she didn't know the answer.

At 10:30 a.m., Hong Kong stocks rebounded slightly, but remained at a low level overall.

The excitement in room 608 subsided somewhat.

Some people started discussing whether there would be a V-shaped reversal in the afternoon, some were worried that Rongjia of Huaxin Taifu would step in to support the market, and some were calculating how much they could earn by the close of trading today.

Zhang Yixing stood up from his computer and walked to Lu Chenzhou's side: "Chenzhou, there are reporters outside who want to come in for an interview."

"not see."

"They said they would only take one photo."

"not see."

Zhang Yixing nodded and turned to walk towards the door.

As he passed Wen Zhiyu, he paused and lowered his voice, saying, "Keep an eye on those women outside."

Wen Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment: "Pay attention to what?"

Zhang Yixing didn't answer, and went out the door.

Wen Zhiyu stood there, silent for a few seconds.

Then she walked over to Lu Chenzhou and placed a freshly poured glass of warm water next to him.

Lu Chenzhou glanced at her, said nothing, and took a sip.

Outside the window, sunlight streamed through the glass and fell on the two people.

The camel-colored coat was still there in the corridor.

She witnessed what had just happened: Wen Zhiyu poured water for Lu Chenzhou, and Lu Chenzhou drank it.

She turned off her phone and put it in her bag.

"What's wrong?" the woman in the red scarf asked.

"It's nothing," said the man in the camel coat. "Let's go."

"Not watching anymore?"

"I'm not watching anymore." She turned and walked towards the stairwell, but stopped after a couple of steps, saying without turning her head, "He has no respect for anyone."

The woman in the red scarf paused for a moment, not understanding.

By the time she realized what was happening, the camel-colored coat was already far away.

At midday closing, the Hang Seng Index fell 3.2%, and the H-share Index fell 4.8%.

The atmosphere in room 608 was much more relaxed than in the morning.

Some people bought boxed lunches, some leaned back in their chairs and closed their eyes to rest, and some were quietly discussing whether the price would continue to fall in the afternoon.

Xia Yaozong, munching on a bowl of char siu rice, mumbled, "Chen Zhou, what's the plan for this afternoon?"

Lu Chenzhou was eating a vegetarian boxed meal. He picked up a piece of broccoli, chewed it slowly, and then said, "We'll see!"

Xia Yaozong pursed his lips and continued eating.

He didn't ask why, because he knew Lu Chenzhou wouldn't tell him even if he did.

Wen Zhiyu sat on a chair by the window, holding a glass of milk in her hand, sipping it slowly.

She glanced at Lu Chenzhou's lunchbox: broccoli, carrot, a piece of tofu, an egg, and that was it.

She frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

She knew this person; she couldn't persuade him otherwise.