Stock God [Rebirth]

The long-term life in the army made Budao's life very regular. He was used to going to bed at nine o'clock, and he would soon fall into a deep sleep. Therefore, when the phone rang after eleven o'clock, the quiet night outside the window gave him a moment of relief. misty.

But in the next second, he turned over and got out of bed: "Hello? Grandpa."

The sound is clear and clear, without any drowsiness remaining.

"I haven't slept yet, I just took a shower. Are you okay? Well, I know, okay."

"He wants to pay off his debts by investing in stocks, but it seems that there is no progress so far. He is not careful, he is relatively loose, and his health is not good."

Having said that, Wu Dao suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to hear Chang Yue coughing much tonight.

"He should have no idea of ​​his identity at all, and he has no contact with the Chang family."

"I understand that he has roughly guessed my identity now. Although there will be no other associations, I still hope that the handover person will come sooner. I will tell him in advance that I am leaving."

"Okay, I understand. You should rest early and pay attention to your body."

The people sent from above will not be there until a week later at the earliest. Wu Dao intends to hint to Chang Yue about his itinerary in the next few days, so as not to let him guess something when he leaves suddenly.

Although Chang Yue looks foolish, since he can guess his origin from his behavior and clothing, he should be taken seriously. Even if he wants to leave, he must not show the slightest trace of deliberation.

Bu Dao sat by the bed and thought for 2 minutes, and finally made himself sleepless.He didn't pour water before going to bed today, and there was no hot water in the thermos. It was late anyway, and he planned to boil a pot of hot water before going to bed.

There are people on the first floor.

The stairs of the villa were made of wooden corners. Before Wu Dao reached the platform between the first and second floors, he found that the lights on the first floor were on.

Holding the water glass in his hand, he turned sideways very lightly, stood in the shadow on one side and looked towards the living room.

The layout of the living room is similar to that of most families in China. There is a large wooden coffee table surrounded by sofas on three sides, but the teacups and ashtrays on the table have been put somewhere, and now there are a pile of newspapers and notebook.

Chang Yue was sitting on the ground between the coffee table and the sofa, writing furiously in a certain notebook, flipping the newspaper gently with his left hand.

The dim yellow light of the desk light on the corner table is not suitable for writing. He wears a pair of glasses he got from somewhere, probably to get closer to the light. His body is tilted to the left and his head is lowered.

It was rare for this person not to be noisy, sitting there seemed to be a different person, very serious, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to everything outside.

Bu Dao felt a little strange, because the night in March was still cold, especially on the first floor, it didn't make sense for Chang Yue to stay in the warm bedroom on the second floor, insisting on running to the living room to read.

Just when he was about to make a sound, Chang Yue shrank suddenly, put down his pen and quickly turned his head away, covering his mouth with one hand and holding the tea table with the other hand, the whole person almost got under the tea table, He coughed twice.

Said he was coughing, but it was actually just Wu Dao's speculation.

He saw that Chang Yue's ears were turning red, his body was hunched up, and his whole body was huddled into a ball. This appearance was enough to make people imagine how badly he was coughing.

It's just such a violent cough that he can suppress it almost silently!

After half a minute, Chang Yue finally straightened up, but his face was still blushing unnaturally. He fell down on the table and calmed down a little, then picked up the pen again, and raised his head——

"Did I wake you up?" Chang Yue felt that it was unreasonable. Do soldiers who have served have such good ears?He felt that he had done his best!

Looking at his angry face wearing glasses, Wu Dao felt a little strange, so he could only shake the water glass in his hand expressionlessly: "I'll boil the water."

Chang Yue calmed down all of a sudden: "Oh, I boiled water just now, you can pour it directly."

After pouring the water, Wu Dao was still hesitating when he heard Chang Yue coughing again. This time Wu Dao woke up, and Chang Yue was finally able to have a big fight without any scruples. The sound was frightening to hear at night, making people doubt whether he could still Take a breath.

Wu Dao clenched his water glass tightly, and walked in front of Chang Yue: "I can hear your voice upstairs, you'd better go to bed early, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow, so that I won't sleep well tomorrow."

"No, I'll try not to disturb you, but don't push yourself too far." Chang Yue didn't even raise his head, just took a ruler to draw lines on the white paper, "And I don't have time to go to the hospital, I want to watch the market."

As he got closer, Wu Dao realized that Chang Yue was marking on the K-line chart.

The red, yellow, and green solid and dotted lines are still marked, and the newspapers spread out are the latest information on domestic and foreign stock and futures markets, and even new policies and leaders’ speeches are marked by Chang Yue. , In addition, there are records in the notebook, organized and clear.

Chang Yue noticed that he was watching, raised his eyebrows to look at him, and touched a cigarette while lighting it: "What's wrong? It's strange? You don't think you can speculate in stocks just by talking about it?"

Of course Wu Dao didn't think so, but he did think Chang Yue did.

This man who came from a complicated background and indulged himself all the way to the bottom of his life seemed to have nothing and was worth saving.

Wu Dao felt that Chang Yue was like that kind of empty stained glass bottle, which looks beautiful, but is actually empty and shattered with a little force.

He didn't expect that this person could sit here, facing a dim desk lamp, and write so many things.

He seems to be taking stocks very seriously. This attitude is not like gambling but like completing a certain career.

Wu Dao put the water glass on the table: "Tell me, is there anything I can do, if you go to bed early, I can also rest early."

Chang Yue was taken aback when he heard the words, his eyes behind the lens revealed a look of surprise, and after a while he smiled and said, "Binggege, I didn't expect you to love serving the people so much."

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Chang Yue was woken up by the sound of cooking. In the faint morning light, he rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up from the sofa, threw aside the martial arts windbreaker covering him, and reached for the candlestick on the table. picture.

I have to say that Wu Dao's comprehension is really good. He just said a few words last night. After he went to sleep, Bu Dao can accurately draw the long-term and short-term support lines and pressure lines of the stock index, and it may have something to do with his background. He is also very good at It is simply a rare talent to draw the key points from the nonsense speeches of leaders.

"Hey, do you want to learn how to trade stocks with me?" Chang Yue swayed and leaned against the kitchen door, pretending to be a second-rate without glasses.

Wu Dao was standing shirtless in front of the gas stove, the fried eggs in the pan were steaming, he raised his hand and sprinkled some salt: "No."

"why?"

"I don't gamble."

Chang Yue: "How can it be called gambling? Following others is gambling, following me is not, this is Qu... Hey, do you have any eggs for me?"

When the plate was brought to him, Chang Yue quickly picked it up, put it in his mouth regardless of it being hot, and said with a smile on his face while eating: "I like yellowing on one side, and the frying time should be shorter next time... um, That's right, I have accepted this favor, and I will guarantee you a fortune later."

Wu Dao felt that he should really think about whether Chang Yue was possessed by something. He pointed to the K-line chart last night and told himself that intraday fluctuations are unpredictable, that people can never beat the market, and that they must face failure and stop in time. Loss... Now keep saying that you can guarantee a fortune.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it." Chang Yue stole the milk made by Wu Dao and drank it in a few gulps. "When you try it later, you won't be able to let go. No one in this world can resist that feeling."

No one can resist the tense and exciting feeling that it takes only a few minutes to pocket money that others have not been able to earn for years.

Therefore, many people who have speculated in stocks can no longer return to an ordinary life unless they go bankrupt, and those who have speculated in futures can no longer go back and endure the quiet stock market like stagnant water.

This is a food chain belonging to the financial market, it is hidden under the calm surface of the ocean of life, just waiting for you to gently stretch out the tentacles of temptation, and then——

"Stop talking nonsense." Wu Dao looked up at his watch, "It's about to open, don't you really want to leave?"

This sentence hit Chang Yue's pain point. He jumped up from the sofa, gathered the notes on the table, and said at the same time: "It has almost fallen to the support level. If we can stop the decline today, then the chance is very good." It will be here soon."

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Today's Ootoshi is unusual.

Normally, during the call auction time, everyone would sit in their respective positions and wait for the market to open or have already placed orders, but today everyone gathered around a position in a corner, discussing eagerly, and constantly asking questions.

Chang Yue grabbed the fat guy who couldn't squeeze in because of his size: "What are they doing?"

"The God of Stocks! The God of Stocks is here!" The fat man stood on his feet and stretched his neck to look in.

Chang Yue was taken aback: "Buffett?!"

Fat Brother's voice was very excited: "It's Mr. Zheng, our stock god here!"

After listening to his confusing introduction for a long time, Chang Yue finally figured out that this old Zheng is a celebrity in the Chengnan Sales Department of AsiaInfo Town. He worked as a red vest Niu San in Shanghai when he was young. Will be sought after by everyone.

Because of his accurate judgment and precise operation, everyone regards him as the god of stocks. Often when he places an order, many people from big households will follow suit. The huge number can even push up the stock price of small-cap stocks by one or two points.

After listening to Fat Brother's words, Chang Yue sat back in his seat thoughtfully.