204: Chapter 204: Obtaining Stock Trends Again

[Stock Trends for the Next 30 Days · 10 Random Stocks]

Last year, Chen Fan had refreshed this once.

During that operation, he directly earned over ten million in the stock market, doubling his personal assets.

Since then, Chen Fan had been wondering if he could refresh it again. But several months had passed, and it hadn't reappeared.

He thought he wouldn't see it again for a short time, but unexpectedly, on this New Year's Eve, it refreshed again.

Chen Fan stared at the golden product box, his heart racing.

With this, he could earn even more this time because his principal was on a completely different level compared to last time.

Now, his bank card balance was around twenty million.

But the real bulk of his money was in the company's account. After more than half a year of operation, Fanyu Technology's two games continued to contribute cash flow; the company account now held over 57 million in cash, and it was still increasing every day.

Chen Fan quickly did the math; reserving seven or eight million for the company's daily operations was more than enough, so withdrawing 50 million was no problem. Combined with his own twenty million, the total capital was close to 70 million.

Seventy million in principal.

If he played his cards right this time, a profit of over a hundred million would be no problem.

At the thought of soon transforming from a multi-millionaire into a billionaire, Chen Fan's mood became completely excited.

Multi-millionaire and billionaire—though both sounded like rich people, the difference between the two wasn't as simple as a tenfold numerical difference.

A multi-millionaire was considered wealthy in Chang'an, but if placed in Beijing, ten million was only enough to buy a decent house; not much would be left after the purchase.

Cars, daily expenses, future uncertainties—every item required careful calculation. One could be called rich, but they were still a step away from "financial freedom."

A billionaire was different. With a hundred million in the bank, even by the most conservative financial management standards, the interest alone would be several million a year.

Without doing anything, tens of thousands of yuan would automatically arrive as soon as he opened his eyes every day. After buying a house and a car in Beijing, a huge sum of money would still remain.

Chen Fan had previously planned to enter the clothing industry, thinking that if he failed, he would at most lose a few million.

Although entering the clothing industry was only a side move for him.

Losing several million would still be quite painful for him; after all, every cent was earned through his hard work.

But things were different now—if this stock market operation succeeded and his net worth exceeded a hundred million, then losing a few million would be nothing.

With a foundation of over a hundred million to support him, he could try things more boldly.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and prepared to make the purchase.

Just then, he noticed a problem.

The item refreshed this time was slightly different from the last one.

Last time, it provided the trend chart for a single stock; which one to buy, when to enter, and when to exit was clear at a glance, allowing for mindless operation.

But this time was different—the product description clearly stated: [Stock Trends for the Next 30 Days · 10 Random Stocks].

It wasn't one stock, but ten random stocks.

The trends of the ten stocks were all different; some would rise more, some less. He needed to study them carefully, select the optimal combination, and allocate funds reasonably to maximize profits.

However, there was plenty of time now. The stock market was closed during the New Year period, and the next opening day was February 9th—the seventh day of the lunar year.

And this item provided the stock trends for the 30 days from February 10th to March 11th, meaning it would only take effect starting from the second day the market opened.

He had the entire Spring Festival holiday to study it; there was no rush.

Chen Fan clicked purchase, and a massive amount of information instantly flooded into his mind.

...

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

On the morning of the sixth day, before the sky was fully bright, Chen Fan began packing his things. Wang Mei stood in the kitchen packing food for him, all of which she had made herself.

“That's enough, Mom. My trunk can't fit any more.” Chen Fan stood by the car, watching Wang Mei still stuffing things inside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“It can fit, it can fit. Your trunk is huge.” Wang Mei didn't even look up as she continued stuffing things in.

Chen Jianjun stood to the side with a cigarette in his hand, not saying much. He only spoke after Wang Mei finished stuffing: “Drive slowly on the road, don't rush.”

“I know, Dad.”

Chen Fan started the car and then stepped on the gas, and the car drove onto the road leading to the county town.

The road was full of returning vehicles. Chen Fan's car drove for three hours before finally exiting the highway.

During those three hours, he was stuck in traffic for over an hour.

After arriving in Chang'an, Chen Fan drove back to the house in Qujiang Vanke, parked the car, and carried the bags upstairs.

After spending half an hour tidying everything up, Chen Fan lay on the sofa, but his mind was on the stocks.

He had already made his purchase plan; now he was just waiting for the 10th to start buying.

Early the next morning, Chen Fan arrived at the company.

The Spring Festival holiday had just passed, and red lanterns were still hanging in the Software Park; the atmosphere of the New Year hadn't completely dissipated.

Around ten o'clock, the office door was pushed open.

Qiao Linlin walked in first.

“Boss, Fang Hongsheng Fang is here.” She stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Chen Fan looked up.

Fang Hong born followed Qiao Linlin inside.

“President Chen.” Fang Hong born stood in front of the desk and greeted him with a smile.

“Senior is here.” Chen Fan stood up, walked around the desk, and extended his hand.

“Sit.” Chen Fan gestured toward the sofa.

Qiao Linlin nodded and turned to leave.

“How was your New Year?” Chen Fan spoke first.

“It was alright.” Fang Hong born smiled. “I stayed home for a few days and handled everything that needed to be handled. Those family matters are basically all settled.”

“The onboarding procedures are finished, right?” Chen Fan asked.

“Finished.” Fang Hong born nodded. “Manager Zhou's side was very efficient; we communicated before the year ended. I came in this morning, signed a few papers, and got my ID badge.”

“That's good.” Chen Fan stood up, picked up his phone from the desk, and put it in his pocket. “Let's go. We'll head to the conference room first. Senior, come with me to meet the team.”

Fang Hong born also stood up, straightened his collar, and followed Chen Fan out of the office.

When the two arrived at the conference room, it was already full of people.

Seeing Chen Fan push the door open, the voices in the conference room gradually quieted down.

Chen Fan walked to the head seat and sat down. Fang Hong born naturally took the first seat to Chen Fan's left.

Everyone present looked at Fang Hong born with varying expressions, wondering what the background of this new face was.

Chen Fan picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip, scanned the people present, and then set the cup down.

“Is everyone here?” he asked.

Zhang Tao, who was sitting near the front, replied, “Everyone is here, President Chen.”

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair and gestured with his hand toward Fang Hong born, who was sitting on his left. “This is Fang Hong born, Fang Hongsheng Fang, our new Fang Hongsheng. In the future, many of the company's affairs will be managed by him. Everyone, please get to know him.”

The conference room went silent for a moment as everyone's gaze focused on Fang Hong born.