Stock God [Rebirth]

Bu Dao is not interested in these gossips, he is already sitting in front of the monitor and asking, "What are you drawing today?"

"Small and medium board fingers."

Chang Yue's absent-minded answer didn't catch his attention.

The movements of martial arts are very familiar, and the tall man looks like the bones and muscles tempered by the wind and rain, and the hand used to touch the gun is very proficient in writing such things.

He skillfully switched the screen to the daily K-line of the small and medium-sized board, first marked the coordinate axis, and then confirmed the index, and he was meticulous in every stroke.

The Shanghai stock index has been fluctuating around 1200 points during this period, and the low opening and dipping in early March has gradually leveled off.

Judging from Chang Yue's analysis yesterday, as long as the Shanghai Stock Exchange Index is effectively supported by the 250-day line, coupled with the support of a good domestic and foreign economic environment, there should be a rebound worth participating in.The main force of the rebound is likely to be the small and medium-sized board that has suffered a heavy decline before.

That old Zheng came here today, he should have the same idea.The stock market, which has been sinking for several months, is about to recover, and the sensitive nose has already taken the lead in taking action.

However, Chang Yue was not [-]% sure about this rebound.

Being reborn in 98 did bring him many advantages as a professional speculator, such as his grasp of national policies and major market conditions.He is familiar with every big market from now on, every stock that needs to be heavily involved or avoided.

The foggy market prospect in the eyes of others is like a straight and wide avenue in Chang Yue's eyes.

But such a subtle market price is like the weeds beside the avenue, and Chang Yue really can't remember it.

Like the daily limit of Shenzhen Development that was caught by chance that day, but because he had studied it as a case when he was in school, it is a pity that there are very few such cases.

Chang Yue lit a cigarette and decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with the editors of college textbooks.

At 10:30 in the morning, the small and medium-sized board and the Shanghai Stock Exchange Index fell below the 250 line. Everyone in the big household room was staring at Mr. Zheng's position. After 2 minutes, his assistant took out a pay sheet.

This purchase order is not big, only 21.34 lots. It is Yumei Biology, a small-cap animal husbandry stock in the Xinjiang sector. The company's performance is good. The current price is 13.1, and the price-earnings ratio is [-]. The volume has been enlarged, revealing the essence of unwillingness to be lonely.

When this bill was in the hands of the bill girl, people from the big households flocked up, dozens of hands were more, and only a few hands were less, and more than 20 bills for Yumei Biological were handed over quickly, causing the stock price to soar to 21.98. , However, the stock suddenly plunged sharply afterwards, closing at 19.87 at noon.

Everyone's account is a loss.

However, because Mr. Zheng has always had an excellent record, the people in the big family are not lost because of this.

When everyone gathered for dinner at noon, Mr. Zheng was silent, and everyone else was discussing how much this stock could rise in the future and how much money it could make. No one had pessimistic predictions. It can be seen that Mr. High prestige.

Chang Yue stubbed out his cigarette in his place, and sighed faintly: "My doing this will make me feel like a villain."

"What?" Wu Dao didn't hear clearly.

Chang Yue didn't repeat it again, he walked into the crowd with a box of lunch, and said loudly: "Sooner or later you will be stuck in this kind of following suit."

Everyone was in an uproar, but Mr. Zheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Chang Yue.

"Oh, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, my dear brother!" The fat brother hurriedly trudged from the other side to pull Changyue, but it was already too late.

There are a few middle-aged men in the big family room who are extremely sensitive. They wear red underwear, wear a Guanyin around their necks, and carry the God of Wealth in their wallets. They even have to ask the Buddha several times when they place an order. Said that his wife put a cuckold on him, so angry that he could faint directly.

A man surnamed Kong immediately put down his chopsticks and pointed at Chang Yue's nose: "You! Speak clearly!"

The fat man was sweating profusely, and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Chang Yue doesn't know taboos, young people..."

But Chang Yue continued: "I mean if you continue to follow suit, sooner or later, you, everyone, will be locked up one by one, and your mother won't even admit it."

He spoke loudly, and there was a moment of silence in the big family room when the words just finished, but then, someone dropped the chopsticks, and the room jumped up and down. Add fuel to the fire.

Although Chang Yue was tall, he was thin in stature, and was pushed and shoved by the crowd in the very center.

Suddenly, a hand came in from behind and pulled Chang Yue extra hard, forcing him out of the middle. Chang Yue turned his head and saw Wu Dao's expressionless face.

"Stop making trouble!" Old Zheng's voice was like a bell, and the crowd fell silent. His assistant quickly pushed through the crowd like a mountain and sea, and led Chang Yue to the old man.

The half-white-haired old man asked Chang Yue with a deep frown: "What do you mean?"

Chang Yue put his hands in his pockets: "I don't mean anything, I just want to make a bet with you, you choose your stock, I choose mine, and see the profit in a month, how about it?"

Mr. Zheng pondered for a while: "What are you betting on?"

"Gambling..." Chang Yue looked around, and all the people from the large office of the Chengnan Sales Department were looking at them. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Of course we bet on your experience and prestige."

Elder Zheng nodded simply: "Yes."

Chang Yue turned and left, took two steps and then turned back, bent slightly and stretched out his hand to the sitting old man: "By the way, my name is Chang Yue, may I ask..."

"Call me Zheng Bohou."

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After the market closed, Wu Dao drove home with Chang Yue, taking Fat Brother along the way.

Out of consideration for comfort, Chang Yue ran to sit in the co-pilot, generously gave up the spacious back seat to the stalwart fat man, and turned his head considerately when the fat man got into the car and asked: "Is that enough?" Sit down?"

Fat Brother waved his hand angrily: "Fuck you."

He couldn't understand why Chang Yue insisted on making this bet with Zheng Bohou, not to mention that Chang Yue didn't have that level, even if he had this level, there was no need to be so angry in front of everyone, it was nothing benefit!

"How do you know it's not good?" In 98, there were few cars on the road and the speed was not fast. Chang Yue enjoyed the fun of resting his arms on the window, and his posture was extremely leisurely. It's a mess.

"Come and listen."

He grinned, but looked seriously at Fat Brother from the rearview mirror: "Actually, you also know in your heart that if you follow suit, no matter how good Zheng Bohou is, you will lose money sooner or later. But you still have the heart Luckily, I want to take advantage of the chaos."

Fat Brother stopped talking.

Chang Yue continued: "It's enough for Zheng Bohou alone, it's not a small number for so many of you to follow.

Are you so stupid when you are a banker, to raise the stock price and wait for you to sell?

When the amount is even bigger, let Zheng Bohou choose the best stocks, and the banker will give you the chips in his hand directly, and a group of people will all be locked up, and no one will be able to escape. "

The stock market has a food chain similar to that of the ocean. Because the dealer has huge funds, it is enough to influence the rise and fall of a stock, which is equivalent to a shark in the ocean.

Retail investors are small fish and shrimps in the ocean. Although they cannot catch prey by themselves, as long as they operate properly, they can not only escape from the shark's teeth, but sometimes get a small share of the pie.

However, in the stock market, the most fearful thing is having an eye-catching body while being unable to protect oneself.

The people in the big family who followed Zheng Bohou swarmed up were like those large and brightly colored fish. Together, they could not influence the stock price, but they could easily attract the attention of sharks.

The overlord of the ocean, it only needs to open its mouth gently to swallow them all.

Fat Brother's silence confirmed Chang Yue's point of view. In fact, most people in the big family should be aware of this point: following Zheng Bohou is far from a long-term solution.

But people are like this. In the chaotic ups and downs of the market, human greed and fear are infinitely magnified. Everyone claims to be smart and thinks that they will retreat before the disaster strikes.

But in fact, the winners in the stock market will always be a minority. It is a certain principle that nine out of ten bets lose, and long-term bets will lose.

"What do you want then? What good will it do you to challenge him?"

Chang Yue narrowed his eyes and smiled softly: "I don't know the origin of Zheng Bohou, but it's useless to stay with those followers of the big family room. It's better to let them turn around and follow me. Let's find a safe way to make money together." , fast and good. Before that, I think everyone trusts me and I can only take him first.

You also know that I am in debt and life is very hard. "

"Oh." The fat guy replied dryly, then he moved his gaze out of the window, and suddenly jumped up in the back row, "Stop the car quickly! My son!"

Wu Dao slammed on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road. Not far from Fat Brother's residential area, a young man was walking back with his schoolbag on his back, kicking stones under his feet while walking.