Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Her phone rang incessantly, its sharp, urgent sound like a rousing bugle call urging soldiers to charge into battle.

She would then quickly dial the inside line on the court, the movements all done in one smooth motion.

She leaned forward sharply, her slightly furrowed brows like a stamp of focused concentration. Every movement was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

She gripped the phone receiver tightly, her voice clear, crisp, and methodical as she directed the traders in the trading room to execute various stock buy and sell orders. Her enunciation was clear and forceful, her instructions precise and unambiguous, like a seasoned general commanding with unwavering resolve. In this war without gunpowder, yet filled with thrilling and suspenseful struggles, she was determined to fight her way through the unpredictable and ever-changing stock market, carving a bloody path for her own camp.

He Yuzhu appeared very relaxed, leaning slightly against the soft chair back, one leg naturally crossed over the other, his hands casually resting on the armrests, exuding a sense of ease.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, revealing a confident and composed demeanor. It was a confidence that came from weathering many storms, and a composure that came from strategizing. It was as if all the ups and downs in the exchange, from the soaring and plummeting stock prices to the shouts of traders and the ebb and flow of the crowd, were just part of a script he had already foreseen.

He knew perfectly well that in this seemingly chaotic situation, although the market trends were disorderly and people's decisions were full of blindness and impulsiveness, there was a fleeting but excellent opportunity that could turn the tide and change the course of the battle, just like a glimmer of dawn hidden in the darkness.

So he remained unhurried and patiently waited, like an experienced hunter lying in wait on the path his prey was sure to take, undisturbed by external disturbances, waiting only for the best opportunity to strike.

He Yuzhu's gaze fell on the stock trading area of ​​Yu Ren Watercraft Company, where it was deserted, with only a few hesitant investors standing in front of the trading table.

With a sliver of hope, like travelers who have wandered in the dark for a long time, longing to find a glimmer of light, they cautiously bought a very small number of stocks.

Every click of the mouse to confirm a purchase is filled with anticipation, hoping to seize a profit opportunity from the slight fluctuations in stock price.

However, this amount of purchases is nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to the massive trading market. Compared to the continuous stream of newly listed stocks, it is a drop in the ocean and cannot cause the slightest ripple. At this moment, the atmosphere in the trading hall is so oppressive that it is almost suffocating, just like a storm about to break. The thick dark clouds are like a heavy boulder, pressing down on the city and making people feel fear.

The stock price of Yu Ren Watercraft Company is like a stagnant pool, with its lowest price stubbornly and steadily remaining at 2.95 yuan, as if nailed there, without the slightest ripple or movement.

However, in stark contrast, the number of sell orders above surged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, rapidly increasing beneath the seemingly calm surface.

The oversupply in the market is obvious. A large number of stocks are piled up like mountains of goods, waiting to be sold, but they seem to be under a spell, with few people willing to stop and inquire.

This bleak scene was like an incredibly heavy dark cloud, completely shrouding the "sky" of stock trading. It not only made it hard to breathe, but also shrouded the entire hall in a gloomy atmosphere, filled with a strong sense of unease and anxiety. Everyone in the room could clearly feel this heaviness and oppression, and their inner unease surged like a tide.

In the tense and suffocating trading atmosphere, time seemed to be slowed down by an invisible hand.

Every second dragged on with heavy steps, passing by extremely slowly, as if infinitely stretched out, hanging heavily, full of endless suspense and unknowns.

In the trading hall, traders, like soldiers on a battlefield, stood intently in front of the blackboard.

Their fingers flew across the paper, making a rapid, dense sound, while data surged and jumped across the blackboard like a tidal wave, red and green numbers flashing like beacon fires in a silent war.

Chen Jiapei, as an experienced member of the team, plunged into her busy work from the moment the opening bell rang in the morning.

Her sharp eyes were fixed on the various data indicators, like a keen hunter, not missing any subtle changes.

During this time, she communicated frequently with her team members. Their rapid-fire words and tacit eye contact ensured that various instructions and information were efficiently transmitted between them. Their seamless collaboration never stopped.

Finally, in the last 5 minutes before the afternoon session ended, the market volatility stabilized slightly.

Chen Jiapei's taut nerves, like a string on a musical instrument that had been stretched to its limit, finally relaxed a little.

She temporarily stopped typing away at the complex transaction instructions on the paper, removed her slender fingers from the paper, and turned her head slightly to face He Yuzhu beside her.

She reminded him softly but clearly, "Mr. He, the time you set has arrived."

He Yuzhu nestled comfortably in the rest area, the old leather sofa slightly sunken, fitting his body perfectly.

The pages of the novel in my hand were slightly yellowed, and the cover color seemed out of place in this trading room filled with a tense atmosphere and busy figures, as if it came from another time and space.

His fingers gently caressed the edges of the pages as he slowly closed the novel, his movements relaxed and unhurried. His eyes held a hint of lingering enjoyment, as if he were still deeply immersed in the captivating and fantastical world within the book.

The protagonist's adventure in the book seemed to keep flashing through his mind, and the thrilling plot made him unable to tear himself away.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, looked up, and casually glanced out the window, his gaze shifting from the book in his hands.

At this moment, the city streets outside the window resembled a flowing river, with vehicles everywhere. The sounds of car engines and horns mingled together, creating a noisy yet vibrant symphony.

Pedestrians hurried along, their steps quick, each with their own thoughts, rushing towards their destinations.

Skyscrapers stand tall, their glass curtain walls reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, casting a warm orange glow across every corner of the city. The city remains bustling and vibrant, radiating endless energy and excitement.