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Chapter 71 The eldest sister is a diviner in the front hall, and her two words in the back courtyard

Lin Qi noticed the Song siblings' confusion and said calmly, "It was written at noon. Judging by the time, the money should have arrived in New York this morning. These stocks were bought in batches according to the prices written on the paper. When to enter, when to take profit, and at what price to stop loss—everything is clearly written down."

Sister Song suppressed her surprise and looked down at the paper.

The above four stocks:

Radio Corporation of America — Entry range: $28.50–$31.00, initial investment 30%.

General Motors — Entry range: $74.00–$77.50, initial investment: 25%

US Steel — Entry range: $95.00–$98.00, initial investment 20%.

DuPont Chemical — Entry range: $136.00–$141.00, initial position: 15%

There's another line below: Keep 10% cash and add to your position at the end of July.

Below each stock, there is a dense list of buy signals, stop-loss levels, and take-profit levels.

Sister Song raised her eyes and her lips moved slightly.

"Mr. Lin..."

Her throat was dry, so she cleared it, but her curiosity wouldn't let her remain silent.

"We just received the news that the money had arrived in New York this morning. It was an urgent, coded telegram, and the sealing wax on the envelope was still hot when the telegraph operator brought it up."

"What happened to you...?"

Song Ziwen, unable to stand still, stepped forward and pushed his glasses up his nose: "Brother Tuozhi, when did you start writing this paper?"

Lin Qi reached out and picked up the towel draped over his shoulder, wiping the sand off his chin: "Start writing at 11:30 and finish at 12:00."

He raised his left wrist; there was a little mud on the watch glass, which he wiped clean with a towel.

"Brother Ziwen, do the math yourself. New York is thirteen hours behind Guangzhou. Last night, Citibank in Shanghai sent the remittance slip, which traveled via the transoceanic undersea telegraph line to Morgan Trust in New York. The time was probably between eight and ten o'clock this morning in Guangzhou."

Lin Qi draped the towel back over his shoulder.

"When I started writing at noon, the money would arrive in my account within eighty minutes at most, so the calculation couldn't be very precise, with an error margin of one or two hours."

The Song siblings stood by the fence, their faces expressionless, not because they weren't shocked, but because their minds hadn't quite processed what was happening.

It took Song Ziwen a while to find his voice: "Brother Tuozhi, you're amazing!"

Sister Song's fingers tightened on the edge of the paper by half an inch; the weight of Lin Qi's words greatly boosted her confidence.

Lin Qi glanced at the siblings and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you waiting for me to leave you some food?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and smiled at Sister Song, saying...

"The food at Huangpu isn't very good. Lunch is brown rice with a dish of pickled radish and half a salted fish. Would Madam Kong like to try some?"

Sister Song quickly waved her hand, and the jade bracelet on her wrist swayed in the sunlight.

"Mr. Lin is joking."

Her voice deepened.

"I'll go back now, and tonight I'll send these contents of the paper to New York using the highest-level coded telegram."

"Build positions according to the schedule you specified."

"Not a single step off."

Lin Qi nodded, said nothing more, and turned to shout towards the other end of the playground.

"Chen Chuanjin! Stop laughing! Set up the horizontal bar in the weight class, we'll have extra physical training tonight!"

From afar came Chen Chuanjin's exaggerated wail.

"Vice Principal, I know I was wrong!"

The students burst into laughter again.

Lin Qi, carrying a towel, walked along the muddy path under the old banyan tree toward the military academy's office building. He didn't even brush off the large patch of sand on the back of his uniform before his figure disappeared behind the banyan tree.

The Song siblings got into the car, and as the car drove off the ferry and into the city, the two of them didn't speak a word the whole way.

Song Ziwen sat in the passenger seat, clutching the note Lin Qi had given him, repeatedly rubbing off grains of sand and turning the paper over to look at it again and again.

"Big sister."

Halfway there, he couldn't help but speak.

"Those few grains of sand."

"It was from a fight he just had with Chen Chuanjin, and it got into his pocket from the straw mat."

Sister Song didn't respond.

"When he wrote this on the paper this morning..."

Song Ziwen's voice was as dry as sandpaper.

"This paper hasn't been touched by sand yet."

"He carried it on his person from noon until we arrived at the playground."

"And then they just took it out and gave it to us."

"Big sister..."

He turned to his older sister and said, "He not only calculated when the money would arrive, but also when we would go to Cheung Chau Island to find him today."

Sister Song pressed her finger against the gold thread on the cuff of her purple cheongsam, but she didn't answer.

The car bumped on the gravel road, and the window frame clicked.

He returned to his study, closed the door, and locked it.

Song Ziwen laid the paper flat on the table, placed a glass paperweight on the four corners, and Sister Song sat down at the table.

"Send a telegram immediately."

She looked at her younger brother.

"Send it to Ling Kan's uncle in New York."

Song Ziwen nodded. Kong Fanwei was a veteran trader who had been working as a broker on Wall Street for twenty years.

"Published verbatim."

Not a single word may be changed.

"The price is fixed."

"Not a single step off."

July 5, New York.

When Kong Fanwei received the coded telegram copy, his first reaction was to take off his pince-nez glasses and wipe the lenses three times.

Wipe it off, put it on, and then look at it.

RCA, General Motors, U.S. Steel, DuPont Chemicals.

RCA shares fell from $33 to $28.50 due to setbacks in its European broadcasting business. Wall Street analysts in the New York Evening Post’s financial section that week unanimously agreed: “High risk, no bright spots in the short term.”

Kong Fanwei bought in three batches at the price levels of 28.60, 29.10, and 30.80, according to the range indicated in the telegram.

Day three.

RCA opened sharply higher and surged all the way to 35.

Following the announcement, Westinghouse Electric announced that it had signed an exclusive radio parts supply agreement with RCA.

That evening, Kong Fanwei smoked half a box of cigars and sent a telegram back to Guangzhou with only one line: "Astonishing. Profit 18% in 72 hours."

Next up is General Motors.

Ford's Model T has been giving General Motors a run for its money in recent months, with its stock price falling from $85 to $73. Wall Street is generally pessimistic about its prospects.

Kong Fanwei bought in three batches according to Lin Qi's range: 74.20, 75.50, and 76.80.

Fourth day.

General Motors' board of directors announced the pricing strategy for the next generation of Chevrolet vehicles.

It completely overwhelmed the Ford Model T, leaving it utterly helpless.

The stock price soared to 83 overnight.

U.S. Steel and DuPont Chemicals followed suit.

After a week, the principal of 2.3 million US dollars had a paper profit of 470,000 US dollars.

One week, 20%.

Guangzhou, Song Family Study.

Sister Song sat behind her desk, staring at the fourth coded telegram that Kong Fanwei had sent back.

Song Ziwen stood beside her, holding the coded telegram copy in both hands.

It wasn't trembling with excitement, but rather shaking.

The Harvard finance master saw the phrase "tenfold return in one year" in the real world for the first time, and it wasn't just empty talk.

Sister Song remained silent for a long time, and finally only said one sentence:

"Send someone to pick up Mr. Lin."

"I want to treat him to a decent meal."

Song Ziwen hummed in response. He gathered up the stack of coded telegrams, folded them neatly, stopped at the study door, and turned around.

"Big sister."

"I'm truly impressed, from head to toe, down to the last hair on my skin!"

The calligraphy brush in Sister Song's hand remained suspended on the inkstone, never falling.

……

That afternoon.

The guest room of the third sister of the Song family in the east wing of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

The door was half open.

The third young lady was standing in front of a wall covered with a map of the American West Coast, with several places circled in red crayon on the map—San Francisco, San Diego, and Los Angeles.

Next to each circle is a date; the most recent date is from last month.

The door was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged man dressed in a short blue cloth jacket entered with his head down. He had a thin face and high cheekbones. He was Yu Anfu, the head of foreign affairs for the Song family, and he was in charge of handling overseas investigations for the third young lady.

"Third Miss".

He kept his voice very low.

"there……"

The third young lady did not turn around.

"I've already bought my return ferry ticket for July 20th."

"Expected to arrive in Shanghai on August 13th."

The red crayon snapped with a "snap," breaking in two. One piece flew out and bounced off the wall covered with maps of the United States, leaving a small red dot.

The third young lady slowly turned around, her usual gentle smile gone.

"Boat ticket".

She repeated it, her voice low.

Yu Anfu's back began to get wet.

"Who sent them back?"

Yu Anfu knelt down, his knees hitting the mahogany floor with a dull thud.

"Third Miss, please spare us! They didn't make this decision on their own."

"I'm sending them to America..."

The third young lady took a step forward.

"Find out the Lin family's background in San Francisco."

"Find out whether that so-called fiancée is real or a fake."

"Don't ever come back without me!"