94: Chapter 94 Tianji Technology
Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then reacted as her cheeks suddenly burned, and even her neck turned pink.
She glared at him, wanting to say something; her lips moved, but in the end, she just turned her head away and said in a muffled voice, "In your dreams."
"How will you know if it's just a dream if you don't try?"
Su Wanqing was left speechless by his words, and after a long pause, she turned back and looked at him while biting her lower lip.
Jiang Chen just looked at her quietly, his gaze neither urgent nor pressuring, even carrying a bit of gentle patience, as if waiting for her to make a decision.
The car remained quiet for a good while.
In the end, Su Wanqing was the first to give in.
She sighed softly, raised her hand to tuck back her loose hair, and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "...Turn off the car lights."
The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth curled up as he reached out and pressed the button to turn off the dashboard lights.
The car cabin fell into complete darkness.
Only the sound of each other's breathing and the occasional faint rustle of clothing remained.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chen let out a sharp hiss of breath.
The car door finally opened.
Su Wanqing got out first, head down as she walked quickly toward the building entrance, not even daring to look back.
After a couple of steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and glared at Jiang Chen under the light of the streetlamp, her lips moving.
She seemed to be saying that he was going to turn someone into a salt lick.
Then she quickened her pace and entered the building, her figure soon disappearing into the hallway.
Jiang Chen leaned back in the driver's seat, watching her figure disappear, thinking to himself that she truly was an enchantress.
A phrase suddenly popped into his mind.
"In the capital, there are those skilled in oral arts."
Then he gave a faint smile.
He restarted the car, drove out of the residential area, and merged into the nighttime traffic flow.
Twenty minutes later, the car drove into Yujiang Bay.
The security guard at the gate recognized his license plate and opened the gate from afar.
Jiang Chen parked the car in the underground garage, grabbed his jacket, got into the elevator, and pressed the floor button.
Returning home, Jiang Chen went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, leaning against the counter as he drank slowly.
His phone vibrated. It was a message from Su Wanqing, only two words: "Good night."
He stared at the screen for two seconds, replied "Good night," and placed the phone on the counter.
Outside the window, the river flowed silently, and the night was gentle.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he turned and walked into the bathroom; the sound of water rose, and the dense mist gradually blurred the frosted glass.
The next day, seven in the morning.
At the first ring of the alarm, Jiang Chen rolled over and buried his face in the pillow.
The phone on the nightstand vibrated incessantly, the screen lighting up and darkening, darkening and lighting up again.
After a persistent half-minute of noise, he finally reached out reluctantly and accurately pressed off the alarm.
The bedroom became quiet again.
The blackout curtains on the floor-to-ceiling window were only halfway drawn, and the morning light squeezed through the gap, painting a long, thin bright mark on the deep gray bedsheets.
Jiang Chen lay with his eyes closed for another two minutes before finally propping himself up with his arms.
His hair was sticking up messily, his eyes weren't fully open, and his whole being exuded a sense of laziness from just being dragged out of a deep sleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds to compose himself, then stepped barefoot onto the floor and walked toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was large, decorated in gray and white tones with a double-vanity design, and the mirror extended from the countertop all the way to the ceiling.
He turned on the faucet, propped both hands on the counter, and lowered his head with his eyes closed, waiting for the water to get hot.
The water splashed and washed over the ceramic basin, steam gradually rising and covering the mirror with a thin mist.
He looked up, wiped a hand across the misty mirror, and revealed his face.
He looked at himself expressionlessly for two seconds, then picked up his toothbrush, squeezed out some toothpaste, and began to wash up.
Halfway through brushing his teeth, Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the phone sitting on the counter.
With the toothbrush still in his mouth, he reached out and picked up the phone.
He began to check today's wealth intelligence.
This had already become his habit.
[Today's Intelligence: In the A-share market, the main board stock "Tianji Technology" (code 600XXX) will see significant positive news today.
The "Tianji Industrial Intelligent Inspection System," which the company spent two years developing, passed the final acceptance by relevant national ministries yesterday and received the first batch of orders from a central enterprise group, with an order amount of 240 million yuan.
This news will be announced through official channels during the midday market break today. Intelligence indicates that this news will far exceed market expectations.
Previously, brokerage research reports' expectations for Tianji Technology were only "R&D progressing smoothly," and they did not expect the acceptance and bulk orders to land at the same time.
This morning, the stock will open flat and maintain narrow fluctuations during the session. After the midday announcement is released, the afternoon opening will see a straight-line surge, quickly locking in a limit-up price with a 10% increase.
Over the next four trading days, driven by both the landing of orders and expectations of subsequent incremental orders, the stock will see four consecutive limit-up sessions, with a cumulative increase exceeding 61%.]
Jiang Chen's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment.
Five consecutive limit-ups, a cumulative increase of over 61%.
His current total assets were 2.6 million.
If he went all-in without leverage, it would become about 4.2 million in five days.
But if he added leverage, the returns would be quite substantial.
Of course, the risk would also be amplified accordingly.
But the intelligence had never been wrong. His trust in this intelligence was the same as his trust in his own breathing—it required no reason.
Jiang Chen quickly did the math in his head.
With 2.6 million in principal, if he could push the leverage to the maximum, the returns would be very impressive.
A pity.
The Mutant Chinchilla and the funds for those storefronts still needed time.
Otherwise, he could have made a lot more from this wave.
In the end, he decided to look for Manager Chen.
The same funding company he had collaborated with last time, pushing the ratio to the upper limit.
He went over the intelligence in his mind twice, confirming there were no loopholes in any part,
Then he placed the phone back face-down on the counter.
He picked up his rinsing cup, took a mouthful of water, spat it out, and washed the foam off his face with fresh water.
Throughout the process, his expression didn't change at all.
The phone showed 7:40.
An 8:00 AM class; he'd make it.
Jiang Chen grabbed his car keys, headed out, and took the elevator down to the underground garage.
The volcanic gray panamera glided silently out of the parking space, drove out of the gates of Yujiang Bay, and joined the morning rush hour traffic.
He didn't go directly to school, but first made a phone call.
"Manager Chen, it's Jiang Chen." His tone was flat, as if he were talking about a mundane daily matter.
"Good morning, Mr. Jiang."
Manager Chen's steady voice came from the other end of the line.
This Manager Chen was the head of the funding company he had met during his last operation. He had strong financial strength and flexible risk control. After working together once, they both trusted each other.
"Manager Chen, I want to do a leveraged funding deal," Jiang Chen said, getting straight to the point.
"How much principal? What ratio?"
"2.6 million principal, max out the ratio. What's the highest your company can give?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by the sound of typing on a keyboard.
A few seconds later, Manager Chen replied, "Mr. Jiang, based on your current capital and our previous cooperation record, we can give you a maximum of one-to-four, for a total pool of 10.4 million."
"The daily interest is 0.15%, with five days of interest collected in advance. Interest first, then principal. The warning line is set at a 12% loss of principal, and the liquidation line is set at 15%."
"If it drops below the warning line, we will notify you to add margin. If it drops below the liquidation line, I have the right to force a liquidation. You know the rules."
"Understood."
Jiang Chen said, "Let's go with that."