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About a minute later, Li Qingshan's voice rang out again, this time fully awake:

"Haozi, I've logged into the system. Are you sure you want to close the position now? We have 10x leverage, and our unrealized profit has already exceeded 235 million. If we close the position now..."

"Peace." Chen Hao only said one word.

Li Qingshan was silent for a few seconds, then seemed to have made up his mind:

"Okay, I trust you. I'll do it now... wait, close all positions, right?"

Yes, all of them.

"Understood. Give me two minutes... I'm placing the order..." The sound of typing came from the other end of the phone.

"Alright, it's listed. But at this time, the transaction volume might not be high, and it's not certain that all of them will be sold..."

"Place a market order," Chen Hao said. "Make sure all orders are filled, even if the price is a little lower."

"A market price list?" Li Qingshan was taken aback. "Haozi, that's possible..."

"Listen to me." Chen Hao's tone was calm, but it had a power that made people have no choice but to believe him.

Li Qingshan was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, I'll change the market price order... Confirm... Alright, the order has been sent out."

I'll have to wait a bit to see the transaction details; there's a system delay.

"Okay, let me know when you have the results," Chen Hao said. "Call me no matter how late it is."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao let out a long sigh of relief.

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to review the operation in his mind.

With an initial investment of 318 million and 10x leverage, shorting BHTX... If everything goes according to plan, then what's next...?

"Are you trading stocks?"

A voice suddenly rang out from the side, startling Chen Hao.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Lin Caiwei had entered the living room at some point.

She changed into a conservative set of loungewear—a cotton suit with long sleeves and trousers, and her hair was dried and loosely draped over her shoulders.

The blush on her face had mostly faded, but there was still a hint of unease in her eyes.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Chen Hao asked, while subconsciously sitting up straight.

Lin Caiwei sat down at the other end of the sofa, maintaining a polite distance from him: "I'm not particularly sleepy yet."

Were you just... on the phone discussing stock trading?

She actually heard most of the conversation.

As I came out of the bedroom, I overheard Chen Hao talking about "closing positions" and "US stocks".

Although she doesn't trade stocks, she has heard about investing to some extent within this circle.

Chen Hao nodded: "Yes, I'm dealing with some investments."

Lin Caiwei pursed her lips, seemingly considering her words.

After a few seconds, she spoke up: "Chen Hao, I know I might not be in a position to say this, but... isn't investing in stocks too risky?"

She paused, and seeing that Chen Hao didn't refute her, she continued:

"I know a few friends, some actors and some businessmen. They made some money when the stock market was good a couple of years ago, but later... later they lost even more."

One person even mortgaged their house and is still paying off debts.

Her tone was serious, and her eyes revealed genuine worry.

Chen Hao looked at her and suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.

He could tell that Lin Caiwei wasn't just being polite or showing off her knowledge; she was genuinely worried about him.

"I know the risks," he said gently, "so I only do what I'm confident about."

"But how can you be 100% certain about the stock market?" Lin Caiwei couldn't help but say. "My friend also claimed to have insider information, but in the end..."

"I don't rely on insider information," Chen Hao interrupted her calmly. "I rely on analysis and research."

Lin Caiwei looked at him, hesitant to speak.

She recalled all the talents Chen Hao had displayed during this time—cooking, taking care of children, writing fairy tales, composing songs, painting…

Everything about it is incredibly outstanding.

If he truly possesses the same talent for stock trading, then perhaps...

But she was still worried.

"Chen Hao," she said softly, "I'm not trying to interfere with you, it's just... you're not alone anymore."

You have Sisi to take care of, and... and our relationship has become more complicated.

She didn't say it aloud, but her eyes conveyed it.

Chen Hao understood Lin Caiwei's unfinished words.

He was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Caiwei, thank you for worrying about me."

"But I really have studied it," Chen Hao continued, his voice steady.

"I am not blindly speculating; every transaction is based on my analysis and judgment."

Moreover, I use only my own money; I don't borrow money or mortgage assets.

The worst outcome would be losing the principal, but it wouldn't affect my livelihood or taking care of Sisi.

He spoke sincerely, his eyes clear, without a trace of bluffing or bravado.

Lin Caiwei looked at him and suddenly remembered everything Chen Hao had done during this time—

From caring for Sisi to creating art, from cooking to tonight's therapy—

He never boasted, but he always delivered, and he did it better than anyone expected.

Perhaps he really does have his own confidence in stock trading.

"You really... won't lose money?" Lin Caiwei couldn't help but ask, her tone softening.

Chen Hao smiled, a smile that exuded strong confidence without appearing arrogant.

"I can't say I'll never lose money," he said frankly.

"There is always risk in investing. But I can say that every trade I've made so far has been profitable. And I have a lot of confidence in this current trade."

He paused, looked into Lin Caiwei's eyes, and said softly, "So, don't worry."

Just then, my phone rang.

Chen Hao glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Li Qingshan calling.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," Chen Hao said to Lin Caiwei.

Lin Caiwei nodded, picked up the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip, but her eyes involuntarily drifted towards Chen Hao.

Chen Hao answered the phone, and before he could even speak, Li Qingshan's excited, almost hoarse voice came through the receiver: "Brother Hao! Brother Hao! It's closed! All positions are closed!"

"How is it?" Chen Hao asked, his voice relatively calm, but his fingers gripping the phone tightened slightly.

"It's done! It's fucking done!" Li Qingshan shouted on the other end of the phone.

"BHTX, we just closed out all our short positions in that US stock! Do you know how much we made?"

"How many?"

"241 million! RMB!" Li Qingshan's voice trembled.

"After deducting all handling fees, commissions, and taxes, the net profit is 241 million! Brother Hao, you're amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Chen Hao felt a sense of relief, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

241 million, which is tens of thousands more than the previous unrealized profit.

It seems he timed his position closing perfectly, exiting near the lowest point.