14: Chapter 14: Five Consecutive Board Slides?

The early morning sunlight slanted into the classroom, spreading a warm golden hue across the desks.

The preparatory bell for the Basic Theory of Financial Markets class had just rung when Jiang Chen placed his new phone on the corner of the desk. He slid his fingertip across the screen and unhurriedly logged into WeChat.

Beside him, Wang Hao had just put down his backpack when his gaze swept over the phone. He paused mid-motion and immediately leaned in, his tone filled with pleasant surprise and certainty: "Chenzi! You finally changed your phone!"

Jiang Chen's fingers didn't stop. Watching the WeChat interface load smoothly, his lips curled into a smile. "It was long overdue; that old one really couldn't be used anymore."

"Couldn't be used? It was lagging like crazy! Only you could have put up with it."

Wang Hao laughed and patted his arm, his eyes glued to the Huawei Mate X6 Collector's Edition.

"Last time you tried to send me course materials, it took forever to load and then crashed. I almost wanted to smash it for you. Now this folding screen... it's got real class!"

Several nearby classmates turned to look. Jiang Chen remained composed, closing and then unfolding the screen. Hearing that crisp "click," he said calmly, "I saved up some money and decided to get it all done in one go to save myself the trouble later."

Wang Hao felt a warmth in his heart as he listened.

He knew Jiang Chen too well. From high school to university, he had seen how many part-time jobs this guy had worked and how many meals he had skipped.

Now that Jiang Chen could calmly buy a phone worth nearly twenty thousand yuan, it was clear he had truly made it through the hard times.

"I like the sound of that!"

Wang Hao gave a thumbs up and said sincerely, "Seeing you doing better and better, I'm truly happy for you, brother. When you've made it big, remember to save a security guard position for me."

"Haozi, being a security guard would be a waste of your talents. Don't worry, I have other uses for that brain of yours."

For the entire day, Jiang Chen kept the folding phone on the corner of his desk, using it as needed. Whether it was looking up information or taking notes, the smooth operation saved him a lot of trouble.

However, he was clearly a bit distracted today. Even when the teacher asked about "risk control in leveraged trading," the image flashing through his mind was of the two phones sitting on the table. He almost said "intelligence line" instead of "liquidation line."

As dusk fell, the orange-red sunset glow softly painted the silhouette of the teaching building.

After eating dinner with Wang Hao at the cafeteria, Jiang Chen parted ways with him at the dormitory building and hurried back to his rented room.

He pushed open the door, double-locked it, and drew the curtains.

Jiang Chen walked to the desk and placed the two phones side by side, like an ultimate showdown about to reveal its answer.

On the left was the second-hand Xiaomi that had accompanied him through countless days of hardship; on the right was the Huawei folding screen he had just bought in the early hours of the morning.

He connected both phones to their chargers, ensuring they were fully powered.

With everything prepared, Jiang Chen still felt a bit nervous.

23:59:50.

The sound of the ticking second hand was exceptionally clear in the silent room, beating against his heart one stroke at a time.

23:59:57.

00:00:00.

The numbers on the digital clock changed instantly.

Almost simultaneously, the old phone on the left showed no movement, its black screen silent. Even the junk texts that usually popped up at midnight had vanished, as if it had been completely forgotten by the world.

Meanwhile, the folding screen on the right suddenly lit up, its brightness instantly maxing out. In the dim room, it was like a lamp suddenly ignited.

There was no app icon, no sender. A line of bold white text on a crimson-gold background was prominently pinned to the center of the desktop, eye-catching and searing.

[Ding! daily wealth intelligence has been updated]

[Today's Intelligence: chinext gold concept leading stock — Xinghan Jinyuan (839621) will experience five consecutive daily limit-ups in the next five trading days. The chinext limit-up range is 20%, with buy orders exceeding 50% of the circulating shares. No opening of the limit, no pullbacks, and no volatility throughout the process, as main capital locks in the rise. Current stock price: 12.73 RMB/share. Stock price on the fifth trading day: 31.68 RMB/share. Can be sold with precision for the highest return on investment.]

The answer was revealed.

As it turned out, the wealth intelligence wasn't bound to the device; it was bound to him!

Jiang Chen immediately took out a calculator, his fingertips tapping rapidly to precisely calculate the stock price and returns after the five consecutive limit-ups.

After five limit-ups, the stock price would skyrocket by 148.83%. With his seventy-five thousand principal fully invested, he would be able to get 186,600 RMB in five days.

But this wasn't enough. He wanted more than just this.

However, to buy chinext stocks, the issue of permissions became the biggest obstacle.

As a finance student, he knew well the hard threshold of having 100,000 RMB in assets plus two years of trading experience for the chinext board. It was impossible to open through conventional channels.

He immediately thought of Su Wanqing. Not only was this professional course teacher top-tier in her field, but she had also held a position at a brokerage in her early years and had an extensive network in the financial industry.

Crucially, Jiang Chen had mentioned to her that he had made some small profits in the stock market, and she had praised his investment vision.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, his fingertips trembling slightly as he opened WeChat, found Su Wanqing's chat box, and carefully composed a message word by word.

"Teacher Su, good evening. I'm very sorry to disturb you so late. I'm Jiang Chen from Finance Class 2."

Only a moment after the message was sent, Su Wanqing replied. Her tone was familiar and gentle, carrying a bit of her usual concern, with no air of a superior at all.

"Jiang Chen, not asleep yet? I've seen you've been in a good state lately and have had some gains in your investments. Why, have you run into some difficulties?"

Seeing this reply, Jiang Chen's tense heart instantly relaxed, and a warmth appeared in his eyes. He no longer hid anything and said frankly,

"Teacher, I want to open trading permissions for the chinext board, but I don't meet the official hard requirements. I had no choice but to trouble you."

Su Wanqing replied quickly, her words filled with worry, truly looking out for him.

"I know you have your own judgment, but with the 20% price limit on the chinext board, the risk is far greater than the main board. You've just made some progress in the market; you mustn't be impatient and reckless."

"Teacher, I perfectly understand your concerns."

Jiang Chen replied seriously, his tone earnest and firm. "I've done fundamental and technical analysis on this stock for a whole week. This isn't a hot-headed, impulsive investment."

"I know you have a wide network in the brokerage industry, so I wanted to ask if there is a compliant special recognition channel for us finance students? I'm willing to sign all risk documents, and I'll take full responsibility for all profits and losses myself. I won't cause you any trouble."

The phone was quiet for a few minutes. During this time, Jiang Chen's heart was hanging in suspense, both expectant and apprehensive.

Soon, Su Wanqing's message came again, gentle yet certain: "How could I be afraid of trouble? An old friend of mine at CITIC Securities is a business department director. It just so happens there's a practical investment channel for finance students that is completely compliant. I'll just put in a word for you."

Immediately after, she gave a serious warning, every word filled with care.

"But I must make an agreement with you: you absolutely cannot touch leverage, you cannot go all-in with a full position, and you must respect the market. You have talent, but you must be steady. Can you do these things?"

A warm current surged in Jiang Chen's heart, and he quickly replied: "I can do it! Teacher Su, thank you for helping me! I will definitely strictly adhere to the risk bottom line, operate rationally, and will never fail your trust and expectations!"

"That's good. I believe in your character and judgment."

Su Wanqing's message carried a gentle expectation. "Tomorrow morning at nine, bring your ID card, student ID, and transcript to the CITIC Securities VIP counter in the city center. Ask for Director Zhang and mention my name. I've already spoken to him."

"Remember, investing is a long-distance race. Don't covet temporary gains; protecting your principal is the most important thing."

"Understood! Thank you so much, Teacher Su! I'll definitely be there on time tomorrow. I've taken every word of yours to heart!"

Jiang Chen let out a deep breath, his heart finally at ease.

The sky outside was gradually brightening. Jiang Chen hadn't slept all night but was full of energy as he organized all his documents.

Just as dawn was breaking, he headed straight for the CITIC Securities business department.

After mentioning Su Wanqing's name, Director Zhang personally received him, processing everything through a fast-track channel.

Risk assessment, qualification review, signing the commitment letter, and video witness—the series of processes went smoothly. Half an hour later, his chinext trading permissions were officially opened.