After the market opened in the afternoon, as usual, Moutai's stock price rose again, from 225 to 226, and the remaining 150 million Moutai shares were quickly digested by the market.

"Thank you, Manager Huang, and thank you, Teacher Yin."

When he saw the 467 million funds in his account and the average transaction price of 225.5, Wang Yongren smiled and shook hands with Manager Huang and the outstanding trader, and gave him two big red envelopes he had prepared.

Although Manager Huang said before that there is no need for additional fees, Wang Yongren has to be a good person.

"Thank you Mr. Wang!"

"Thank you Mr. Wang!

"polite!"

At noon, Wang Yongren asked someone to help him withdraw 200,000 in cash, and gave Manager Huang and the trader 20,000 each.

The remaining 160,000 yuan was divided into 80 red envelopes, each worth 2,000 yuan. Wang Yongren did not come forward, but asked Manager Huang to distribute them to the rest of the staff of the Hangzhou branch of the securities company.

There is no doubt that today is a happy day.

Not only did his heavy position account get away safely, but the total market value was nearly 2 million yuan more than the initial opening price of 225 yuan in the morning. This 200,000 red envelope is also a celebration, and it is not as good as the happiness of everyone.

As for leaks, as long as Manager Huang and the trader don't leak the secrets, no one else can guess who sold more than 400 million Moutai shares in this Hangzhou branch in one day.

Relatively speaking, stock trading is more secretive and safer than those who win the jackpot.

I didn’t see that there was no news about any kidnapping of those institutional bosses who handled hundreds of millions of transactions every day for many years.

Well, it seems that no one has had any problems with the lottery winners, and it’s difficult for those winners to wear masks and work clothes when they go to receive their prizes, for fear of being discovered.

"call......"

When he walked out of the gate of the securities company, Wang Yongren looked at the cloudy sky outside, then looked at the Royal Oak on his left wrist, and got into the Porsche Cayenne with a smile.

After making a call to Sister Han, Wang Yongren was about to put away his phone when he received a text message from an overseas number, showing that 18.65 million euros had been credited to the bank account applied for by HSBC Bank in Hong Kong.

Royalties from Hachette Books arrived last month, and the after-tax amount was hundreds of thousands of euros more than Wang Yongren expected.

These days, it is not easy to exchange foreign currency, so Wang Yongren simply deposited last month's royalties in the Hong Kong City account.

Anyway, with normal proof of income and expenditure, you can exchange it into Chinese dollars at any time, it's just a matter of time.

“I’m in a good mood!”

After pouring a glass of water for the handsome little brother on the sofa, Han Xiaozhu, wearing a blue lace pajama dress, sat elegantly on the edge. The purple Balenciaga on her beautiful legs exuded a charming light.

"I just sold 460 million Moutai shares, which is tens of millions higher than I originally expected."

After taking a sip of warm water, Wang Yongren put his arms around Sister Han's slender waist. The texture of the smooth pajamas and the subtle lace design above his heart made his eyes shine.

Trying to hide something is always more attractive to a man than being honest with him.

"When I asked people to sell stocks in the morning, I also heard from the manager that Moutai's stock price fluctuated for several days last week, and based on today's momentum, it is likely to rise for another week."

Without stopping the other party from causing trouble, Han Xiaozhu softly talked about what happened in the morning.

"No one can predict tomorrow's trend in stocks. Those of us who are long-term value investors must abide by one factor, and that is not to be greedy to make the last penny."

Speaking of this matter, Wang Yongren also heard Manager Huang analyze it when he was selling stocks.

It is true that looking at this trend, the institutions behind the scenes are likely to pull up another wave to attract more retail investors to enter the market, so as to get out before the storm comes.

Based on the market value of Moutai stock in Wang Yongren's securities account, every RMB 1 increase in the stock price is a profit of more than RMB 2 million, so it is entirely possible to wait a little longer.

However, in my memory, the bear market was about to start in mid-to-late January, and Wang Yongren, who could not remember a specific day, would never think about making the last penny.

As a small retail investor in his previous life, he saw many such cases on forums.

A retail investor with a stock market value of hundreds of thousands in his account may want to earn a few thousand more, but the stock price drops unexpectedly. He is reluctant to let go, so he loses his money.

The more you fall, the more you make up for it. In the end, not only will there be no profit, but you may also lose all your principal.

What you want to make is money for a few cigarettes, but what others are aiming for is your deposit for buying a house.

"If retail investors in the stock market have the same mentality as you, I guess those institutions and the people in charge of Youzi will have to drink the northwest wind."

After smiling, Han Xiaozhu took Sun Houhou's weapon and said with a charming voice: "However, other people may not have seen such a large retail investor."

"..."

When Wang Yongren, a big retail investor, got away from the "stock market", it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, but he remembered that it was only two-fifteen in the afternoon when he just left the door of the securities company.

During this period, Wang Yongren also received a call from the person in charge of the ICBC branch. He drank tea in the reception room and discussed in detail the deposit interest rate of nearly 500 million yuan in his account.

"What, the bank is eyeing your money?"

Leaning in the arms of the handsome little brother, Han Xiaozhu habitually drew circles on his heart.

"They're quite fast."

Smiling, Wang Yongren also talked about one of his thoughts: "If I use this deposit as a guarantee, how many US dollars can I loan from the Gangcheng branch?"

This year has been a period of recession for all domestic industries except real estate. Investment in the stock market is definitely not allowed, so we must consider the ‘opportunity’ in October in the long run.

"When do you want it?"

Without asking the other party's purpose, Han Xiaozhu asked.

"About August or September, the impact of the current financial crisis is gradually expanding. I am waiting for an opportunity to make a fortune from Wall Street."

When talking about his idea, Wang Yongren described it rather vaguely.

He can't say that after the Federal Reserve announced a bailout, the Nasdaq index fell instead of rising.

"If you want to use the North American stock market, it would be a good idea to borrow money through Hong Kong channels. Let me help you ask, with your worth, it shouldn't be difficult to borrow 70 to 80 million US dollars from there."

Regarding this kind of investment, Han Xiaozhu did not question the other party, nor did he remind the other party of the risks.

If the other party loses, isn't she still there?

"Then I'll trouble Sister Xiaozhu."

"No trouble."

"Little...Zhu...sister."

"Um?!

"..."

Dinner was hosted by Sister Han, and it was still a private chef by the West Lake. The ingredients and taste were so memorable.

"Snowing."

After dinner, Wang Yongren heard shouts outside, got up and went to the window, where he saw heavy snow falling from the sky.

In the past few days, the temperature here in Jiang Province has dropped a lot, and snow has begun to fall in many places, but it has never snowed in Hangzhou.

Unexpectedly, it looked a bit big when I stood up.

"What a nice view."

Standing up and coming to the side of the handsome little brother, Han Xiaozhu leaned against him and whispered softly.

"Well, indeed."

Looking at the dancing snow, Wang Yongren's eyes were a little solemn.
Chapter completed!