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

Some people signed letters of intent, some asked about the terms, some added to their payments, and some introduced their friends.

Lu Chenzhou sat in front of the computer, processing each task one by one. He didn't say much, but every word he uttered was clear.

"Can."

"no."

"Sign the contract."

Think it through before you come.

When Wen Zhiyu arrived, he had already dealt with a group of people.

She pushed the door open and saw Lu Chenzhou sitting in front of the computer, surrounded by a group of people.

She didn't say anything, walked to the corner, put down her bag, and then began to help Lu Chenzhou organize the documents on the table.

Someone came in, and she handed them a contract.

After someone finished signing, she collected them and arranged them in order.

When someone asked about the terms and conditions, she flipped to the corresponding page and pointed it out to him.

He didn't say a word the whole time, but his hands and feet never stopped moving.

Lu Chenzhou glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to deal with the next person.

At noon, the crowd finally thinned out.

Lu Chenzhou leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a while.

Wen Zhiyu handed him a glass of water, which he picked up and took a sip.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages last night?" she asked.

"Asleep."

Wen Zhiyu looked at him, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

She lowered her head and continued organizing the documents on the table.

Lu Chenzhou didn't explain either.

He closed his laptop, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sunshine in Zhongguancun is wonderful.

In late October, Beijing was blessed with clear skies and gentle breezes.

After a quick lunch of boxed food, I continued working.

At 2 PM, the crowd grew again.

Some people came from other places, some flew in from Hong Kong, and some went through three or four layers of connections to find this place.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit pushed open the door and introduced himself as a representative of a family office in Hong Kong.

The boss is an alumnus of Renmin University, class of '80. After seeing the message in the alumni group, he flew over specifically to learn more.

"Mr. Lu, our boss said the terms are fine, but he'd like to ask, after the first round of fundraising, when will the next round be?"

"It depends."

"Can we still invest in the first phase?"

"Deadline: Monday."

"Okay, we'll invest 3000 million."

He took out a business card, placed it on the table, and turned to leave.

An entrepreneur from Shenzhen, who was also an alumnus of Renmin University, said he wanted to invest 500 million yuan, and Lu Chenzhou nodded.

A private equity partner from Shanghai said he wouldn't invest, but wanted to get to know Lu Chenzhou.

Lu Chenzhou glanced at him and said that if he needed anything, he could contact Xia Yaozong, and then moved on to the next person.

Wen Zhiyu was handing over documents, receiving documents, and organizing documents.

Her hands never stopped, and she didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

At 5 p.m., the crowd finally dispersed.

Lu Chenzhou closed his laptop and stood up.

Wen Zhiyu put the last document into the folder, looked up and glanced at him.

"How many words did you say today?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"I counted, from this morning until now, you've said a total of 147 sentences."

Of these, thirty-three are acceptable, eighteen are not, fifty-one are required for signing a contract, five more are needed after careful consideration, and the rest are "um," "okay," and some other phrases.

Lu Chenzhou looked at her questioningly: "Why are you counting these?"

"Nothing to do."

He didn't reply, picked up his coat, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Wen Zhiyu asked.

"Are you going to the cafeteria?"

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment, then smiled: "Go."

She picked up her bag and followed him.

In the corridor, the setting sun shone through the window, casting long shadows of the two people.

At 7 p.m., the lights in room 608 came on again.

It wasn't Lu Chenzhou who drove it; it was Xia Yaozong.

He came back from outside in the afternoon and went straight to room 608.

Zhang Yixing was there, and Yang Cheng was there too.

The three people sat in front of their respective computers: one was organizing a list of potential clients, one was replying to emails, and one was making phone calls.

Lu Chenzhou returned from the cafeteria, pushed open the door, and glanced at them.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Xia Yaozong didn't even look up: "I ate, a boxed lunch."

Zhang Yixing: "I ate it."

Yang Cheng nodded.

Lu Chenzhou didn't ask any more questions, sat down in his seat, and turned on his computer.

The room was quiet, with only the sounds of a keyboard, a mouse, and the occasional vibration of a cell phone.

Wen Zhiyu sat in the corner, holding a book in her hand.

I didn't flip through many pages, but I kept holding it.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xia Yaozong was the first to stand up and stretch.

"Brother Lu, I've compiled a list of potential clients for today."

"How many?"

"I haven't calculated it precisely, but it's probably tens of millions. Adding yesterday's, it's several hundred million."

Lu Chenzhou nodded.

"Deadline: Monday."

"OK."

Xia Yaozong picked up his coat and walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped, glanced back at Lu Chenzhou, and then pushed the door open and left.

Zhang Yixing also stood up, turned off his computer, and picked up his phone.

"I'm leaving too. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Yang Cheng was the last to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped, looked back at Lu Chenzhou, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't, and pushed the door open and went out.

Only Lu Chenzhou and Wen Zhiyu remained in the room.

"Aren't you leaving?" Lu Chenzhou asked.

Wen Zhiyu closed the book and stood up: "Let's go."

She picked up her bag, walked to the door, stopped, and glanced back at him.

Lu Chenzhou.

"Um."

"Did you really fall asleep last night?"

"Um."

"Your phone vibrated so many times, and you didn't wake up?"

"My phone is out of battery and turned off."

Wen Zhiyu stared at him for two seconds, then smiled.

Lu Chenzhou escorted her back to the girls' dormitory, watching her walk upstairs.

He thought about the dream he had last night. What was it about? He couldn't remember.

But he remembers that there were no stocks, no candlestick charts, and no numbers in his dream.

There was only one person.

Who?

He doesn't remember.

He took out his phone and scrolled to the messages Wen Zhiyu had sent last night.

Four, from 10:00 to 11:00.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then put the phone in his pocket, turned around, and walked into the night.

Monday, October 10.

Room 608, Renmin University Cultural and Technological Park.

At 8:30 a.m., the corridor was already full of people.

Some came to see the liquidation process, others came to sign contracts; today is the last day of fundraising.

Pre-market data for Hong Kong stocks has been released.

Hang Seng Index futures opened nearly 5% lower, around 10500 points.

China National Building Material was quoted at HK$1.90 in pre-market trading, nearly 10 points lower than Friday's closing price of HK$2.10.

Zhang Yixing stared at the screen: "It's down almost ten points in pre-market trading."

Xia Yaozong leaned back in his chair: "Foreign capital is still dumping shares. I heard that more than ten million shares were sold last night."

Lu Chenzhou didn't speak. He sat in front of the computer, with three screens lit up simultaneously in front of him.

Hong Kong stock market quotes, market data, and Bloomberg News.

His fingers rested on the mouse, motionless.

At 9:30 a.m., the Hong Kong stock market officially opened.

The Hang Seng Index opened lower at around 11050 points, a drop of nearly 1600 points from Friday's close of 12618 points, representing a decline of more than 12%.

China National Building Material opened at HK$2.10, unchanged from Friday's closing price, which was somewhat unexpected.

"Someone is buying like crazy, what's going on? Are they going against foreign investors?"

But the moment the market opened, a flood of sell orders appeared.

Not hundreds of thousands of shares, but millions of shares.

The order book was filled with green sell orders, and the buy orders were instantly swallowed up.

2.08, 2.05, 2.00, 1.98...

"The two yuan note is broken." Zhang Yixing's voice trembled slightly.

Lu Chenzhou didn't speak. His gaze was fixed on the screen, watching the minute line plummet downwards at an almost vertical angle.

At 9:40, China National Building Material fell below HK$1.90.

At 9:50, it fell below HK$1.80.

At 10:00 AM, it fell below HK$1.70.

Xia Yaozong's voice was low: "In forty minutes, it dropped by 20%. Foreign capital is trying to smash China Building Materials to pieces."