Chapter 17: 016 Group Mockery

"What do you want me for?" Fang Qingye found it a little odd.

"It's about the stocks again. Go check it yourself, I'm busy at work right now, bye-bye... Hey, buddy, no stalls allowed here! Move it!"

Then the phone was filled with a burst of noise.

These days mobile stock trading hadn't gone mainstream yet, apps like Tonghuashun hadn't appeared, and the computers at the credit section couldn't access the outside internet, so Fang Qingye had no idea how the stocks were doing today.

Hearing Song Dahai say that, Fang Qingye logged into mobile QQ and, sure enough, saw dozens of unread messages in the high-school grade group.

So lively?

He tapped in to look, and it was all discussion about stocks; Jiang Chen had already @'d him several times.

Seeing that Fang Qingye hadn't come online, Jiang Chen started mocking him in the group.

"Fang Qingye, you wouldn't listen to me, look, today Longping High-Tech dropped another two points, two bearish candles, haha!"

"Fang Qingye, I admit you did better than me in high school, but when it comes to stocks, you're way behind."

"Listen to advice and you'll eat well... cut your losses quick, don't end up losing even your underwear, haha..."

The moment Jiang Chen spoke in the group, people immediately piled on, mocking Fang Qingye as a newbie who didn't know what was good for him:

"When it comes to stocks, Fang Qingye is way behind Jiang Chen."

"Exactly, among our high-school classmates, who's better at stocks than Jiang Chen? I admire him for that one thing!"

"Fang Qingye is truly stupid to the core."

Of course there were also those firmly backing Fang Qingye; Song Dahai was one of them, and he even used voice chat, probably because he was busy at work and had no time to type.

Fang Qingye suddenly noticed that Bai Ou, who rarely spoke in the group, had, unbelievably, said a few words today:

"Jiang Chen, we're all high-school classmates. If you really want to help Fang Qingye, why not private-chat him or give him a call? Saying it in the big group like this, is that interesting? Showing off how capable you are?"

"From a psychological standpoint, this kind of behavior is called 'psychological compulsion disorder' or 'big-head syndrome.' It usually stems from a lack of inner worth and feelings of inferiority! Showing off is often a way to cover up one's own shortcomings and insecurities, seeking outside recognition and praise to satisfy one's vanity... Jiang Chen, are you that kind of person?!"

Oh... impressive.

Fang Qingye remembered Bai Ou as a quiet, very gentle Miss in school; when did she become so sharp-tongued?

Oh, right, forgot she's a law student.

Jiang Chen naturally refused to back down and started arguing with Bai Ou in the group again.

Is this guy crazy, biting anyone he meets?

Fang Qingye couldn't watch any longer and immediately @'d Jiang Chen in the group.

"Jiang Chen, I'm at work and can't watch the market. What's Longping High-Tech's trading volume today?"

Seeing a message from Fang Qingye, Jiang Chen dropped the argument with Bai Ou and replied right away.

"Oh, Fang Qingye, you're finally online. Around 73 million. What about it?"

"Amplitude?"

"12.4%"

"Turnover rate?"

"1.57%"

"MA5?"

"52,100!"

"MA10?"

"52,000!"

The group fell silent; all that could be seen was the chat record between Fang Qingye and Jiang Chen scrolling rapidly.

After Jiang Chen answered the MACD indicator data, Fang Qingye's messages suddenly stopped.

After a while, a single line suddenly popped up.

"Jiang Chen, how about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"I bet Longping High-Tech will rise tomorrow, at least four points!" Fang Qingye typed it out.

"Really? And if you lose?"

"I'll treat every classmate in the group to dinner tomorrow night! Pick any hotel or restaurant in Nanxin! If you lose, vice versa!"

The moment Fang Qingye's words appeared in the QQ group, it was like a pot exploding; messages popped up on the screen one after another.

"Fang Qingye, is that for real?"

"Holy crap! Is he out of his mind? This is our Class of '03 high-school grade group! Even though most people from the 15 classes aren't in the group, there are still 482! Even if half are studying, working, or employed out of town, there are still around 240 in Nanxin, right?

"Not counting those whose families don't live in the county, there are at least 200 left. Subtract half for those with things to do tomorrow night or who can't come for various reasons, that's still 100 people! A full ten tables." someone began to analyze.

But his words were immediately shot down.

"Hey, are you discriminating against us folks in the countryside? As long as those two really bet, I'll damn well take the bus into the city for a meal!"

Even more people started figuring out where to hold the treat:

"What do you say, how about Dingcheng Grand Hotel? The food's not bad there, and the price isn't too steep either. I went to a banquet there last month, and excluding drinks it was only 700 yuan a table."

"Holy crap! 700 a table and that's not expensive? Ten tables is 7,000 yuan, and add drinks and cigarettes on top of that, isn't that over ten thousand?! You kid are ruthless!"

"Hehe, eating off a rich guy, this chance doesn't come often."

Even more people piled on, saying just eating wasn't enough; after the meal they should at least go sing some K, right? Add that in too...

The group was in an uproar; people who usually played dead started popping up one after another.

Jiang Chen was a bit dumbfounded, staring blankly at the screen; he hadn't expected Fang Qingye to pull this move.

Several thousand big yuan... his own monthly salary was only a little over 2,000 yuan. Even though his family had money, if he lost, paying out that much all at once still stung.

More importantly, why should he?

Why should I treat you lot?!

Also, why has Fang Qingye's tone become so arrogant?

What is his basis?

Could various data give him some revelation that it will rise tomorrow?

Jiang Chen calmed himself, then secretly opened Tonghuashun and examined it carefully.

After watching for a full ten minutes, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face; he seemed to understand why Fang Qingye was so certain.

Isn't it just that the daily K-line has formed a triple bottom, with the bottom gradually rising higher? He thinks it will surge?

Nonsense!

So, he immediately brought up QQ and @'d Fang Qingye in the group:

"Fang Qingye, I bet with you! Just as you said! If Longping High-Tech rises by more than four points tomorrow, I lose! Otherwise, you lose! The loser will treat a few tables at Dingcheng Grand Hotel, at a standard of 700 yuan, how about that?!"

"OK!" Fang Qingye replied immediately.

"Fang Qingye, shall we add a bit more?"

"Add what?"

"Since you're treating, be generous! After dinner, go karaoke! The loser continues to pay the bill!"

"No problem!"

With the bet settled, the group erupted again, messages rolling in.

"They're really doing it!"

"That's a real man, a true man, treating money like dung; I, a brother, admire! Admire!" Immediately followed by more than a dozen "fist-in-palm" emojis.

"Don't talk nonsense while standing comfortably; you eat for free without paying..." Someone immediately retorted at him.

Even more meticulous people began to ponder: "What wine will they drink? That needs to be confirmed, right? Otherwise, if the winner makes the loser serve Moutai or Wuliangye, what then? Also, which KTV? What wine, what fruit platter, all need to be confirmed? Since it's a bet, bet it clearly!"

"Then, how about you make a suggestion?" Someone immediately agreed.

"Fine, then I'll reluctantly do it? We're all classmates; we can't make things too difficult for them. Let's drink Blue Ocean River Classic Dream Blue?"

"Damn, you're still being excessive? A bottle of Dream Blue costs at least 200 yuan; even if a table drinks two bottles, do you know how much that adds up to?!"

"Haha, Fang Qingye, you're definitely going to lose!" Amidst the rolling messages, Jiang Chen's message suddenly appeared again, and the screen instantly fell silent.

"Fang Qingye, you just saw the triple bottom on the K-line chart, so you think it will rise? Now I tell you, this triple bottom is a fake triple bottom; the main force is using the triple bottom to lure buyers! It will continue to fall next! There is no lowest, only lower! You're definitely going to lose!"

"Correct, it's not a standard triple bottom, but, the main force isn't luring buyers; they are truly lifting it! Who else knows the overall trend of this stock during this period?" Fang Qingye looked at Jiang Chen's boasting tone in the group, thought to himself, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

However, he had no time to type now, because while watching the QQ chat, he was also taking a long-distance phone call from a girl.

It was Bai Ou calling from Shanghai.