103: This worship
I regret not listening to Qian Ziyong!
Qian Ziyong sold his stocks right in front of him; if he had sold them at the same time, where would all this trouble be?
Li Yuanwei acted quickly; as soon as Chen Jingfu said he wanted to sell, he immediately started selling.
It was just that Chen Jingfu had too many stocks—ten times leverage, three hundred and twenty million!
It rose by 80%, giving Chen Jingfu floating capital of five hundred and seventy-six million.
Selling stocks worth so much money all at once was a crazy market dump.
If it was dumped all at once, who could handle it?
Without buying orders, it would directly hit the limit down.
Even if it hit the limit down, it would be fine if all of it could be sold.
But even if it hit the limit down, the stocks wouldn't sell out, wouldn't they all be stuck in his hands?
Li Yuanwei was a professional in trading, and at this moment, he was also sweating profusely.
He watched Maotai Stock plummet, and he could only sell a little at a time, in small quantities.
As he sold, Maotai Stock fell even faster.
The rapid fall of Maotai Stock triggered a panic sell-off.
Those who wanted to buy were watching, afraid to act, while many wanted to sell, and large selling orders came crashing down, turning Maotai Stock's curve directly into a vertical line.
Li Yuanwei knew Chen Jingfu was very anxious.
Chen Jingfu's task for him was to sell all the stocks.
But now there weren't many buying orders; he couldn't sell them all!
He couldn't sell them all, he simply couldn't sell them all!
Even if he couldn't sell them all, he still had to sell; he absolutely couldn't let them get stuck in his own hands.
Even though Maotai Stock was rapidly falling, Li Yuanwei continued to sell.
This selling caused a big problem, accelerating the fall of Maotai Stock, making it unstoppable.
In just one hour, Maotai Stock hit the limit down.
Li Yuanwei simply threw out all the stocks, sealing the limit down.
Only one or two buying orders could be seen, buying their stocks.
"How much is left?" Chen Jingfu's face was grim.
A monster stock!
Who could understand the trend of Maotai Stock?
From limit up to limit down, it was just one hour.
Li Yuanwei said, "Boss, we sold seventy million in stocks, and now we still have four hundred million in stocks."
Just after hitting the limit down, they lost one hundred million in funds.
It fell by a full 20%!
Hearing that seventy million was sold and four hundred million in stocks remained, Chen Jingfu's face grew even uglier.
"Can we sell all the stocks today?"
"Will the selling orders I sealed be broken by someone?"
Chen Jingfu's expression was grave.
If all his selling orders were executed, he could still earn 60%.
But if they couldn't be executed, he didn't know if they could all be sold tomorrow.
Looking at today's trend, it will fall again tomorrow!
By then, it won't be a 60% profit, but possibly even less.
"I don't know," Li Yuanwei whispered.
Chen Jingfu looked at the few scattered buying orders and sighed.
From the looks of it, it was highly unlikely that a large number of buying orders would consume all his stocks.
Chen Jingfu had no appetite for food and just sat in front of the computer until the market closed in the afternoon.
Maotai Stock's trading situation in the afternoon was very bleak; there were no even exploratory buying orders, and his stocks remained untouched.
...
In the evening, at the dining table, looking at today's dishes, Qian Ziyong was somewhat surprised.
Today's dishes were a bit poor!
His large crabs and lobsters had now turned into plates of vegetables.
Before, his stocks had been rising, and even the best delicacies didn't give him an appetite.
Now that the stocks were sold, although he made a lot of money, he had the confidence to lose all of it.
With no pressure on his mind, his appetite naturally improved.
He had originally planned to eat a big meal, but what was the situation with the dishes on this table?
He made hundreds of millions, and Chen Jingfu also made hundreds of millions.
Chen Jingfu made so much money, he wouldn't be so stingy as to not even afford a good meal, would he?
Chen Jingfu had always been very generous!
Qian Ziyong looked at Chen Jingfu, only to see that Chen Jingfu's face was like a frost-bitten eggplant, shriveled and listless.
What... what was going on?
"Sun Dage, Brother Chen, what's going on with him?" Qian Ziyong asked.
Sun Youan cupped his hands to Qian Ziyong: "I'm convinced!"
Qian Ziyong was a bit bewildered and looked at Li Yuanwei beside him: "What's happening?"
Li Yuanwei had been hesitating and struggling.
Now, seeing Qian Ziyong's gaze, he gritted his teeth and knelt down directly: "Master, please accept your disciple's bow!"
Qian Ziyong was startled.
He literally jumped up.
He stood there in shock, at a loss: "You... what... what is this!"
"I'm not Tang Seng, and you're not Sun Wukong, why are you bowing as a disciple?"
He was completely dumbfounded.
What was all this about?
"Master, please accept me; as long as I can serve by your side, whether it's pouring tea or handing water, whatever you command."
"I only ask that in your leisure time, you would kindly give your disciple a few pointers; your disciple will be eternally grateful!"
As he spoke, Li Yuanwei poured a cup of boiled water and, kneeling, offered tea to Qian Ziyong.
He was performing the disciple-acceptance ceremony!
If one were to say that Qian Ziyong's previous series of operations left him in awe, he still had a tiny bit of doubt in his heart.
Then, Qian Ziyong sold all his stocks at the limit up, and the stock actually hit the limit down afterward.
This series of trends made him regard Qian Ziyong's operations as divine.
Buying at the lowest point, buying before the stock started to rise.
Selling at the highest point, selling when everyone was optimistic about this stock.
The way of stocks, I take what others discard, I discard what others take, it aligns with the way of heaven.
It sounds easy, but in actual operation, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
As a trader, Li Yuanwei had met many big figures in the stock market.
They truly had skills and could achieve financial freedom through stocks.
But no one was like Qian Ziyong, effortlessly, with every move, money flowed into his pockets.
After the deed was done, he would wave his sleeve and leave no trace.
Calling him a stock god to his face would not be an exaggeration!
If he could successfully become a disciple, he would reach the pinnacle of life.
Many people with extraordinary skills follow tradition, with an orderly succession, requiring a disciple-acceptance ceremony and filial piety from the disciple.
Whether Qian Ziyong was such a person, he didn't know.
But for him to do this, to show his sincerity, was a must.
If there's a big leg to hug, when else?
Li Yuanwei's sincerity startled Qian Ziyong.
Qian Ziyong tremblingly stepped forward, supporting Li Yuanwei: "Manager Li, what are you doing?"
He found that Li Yuanwei couldn't be lifted; he was determined to stay kneeling on the ground.
Qian Ziyong sought help from Sun Youan and Chen Jingfu: "Two elder brothers, what's wrong with Li Yuanwei?"
"Did he drink too much alcohol?"
Qian Ziyong was extremely suspicious that Li Yuanwei had drunk too much fake alcohol, even performing a disciple-acceptance ceremony for him.
What was all this about!
Who could tell him what exactly happened?
How did Li Yuanwei's attitude change so drastically after a few hours?
And Sun Youan, why are you looking at me with such admiration?
I'm just an ordinary young man!
You're worth tens of billions!
You are the real big shot.
I'm a small fry!
What is going on?
Sun Youan cupped his hands, "Little brother, just accept Li Yuanwei!"
"Li Yuanwei has been a trader for so many years, and he does have some ability!"
"Your elder brother has some standards when it comes to judging people."
"Li Yuanwei has good character, knows how to repay kindness, and you don't have to worry about him betraying you."
"If you want to trade stocks in the future, with his assistance, you can save yourself some trouble."
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