Chapter 38: 037 Group of Idiots with IQs Above 150

Time was nearing late June; with no urgent matters at the unit, Fang Qingye drifted into work each day, doing a bit of his job but spending most of his time secretly attending to his own affairs.

The mathematical model on the relationship between market price and theoretical price in the stock market, which Dongguan Mei had assigned, was basically complete; he was now evaluating the model, though this matter was not urgent.

Recently, his focus had been on the stock "Yanjing Tourism"; according to his memory, with less than two months until the Olympics opened, this stock was about to launch.

Last time, although Longping High-Tech had yielded a huge profit as expected, he had entered the market a bit too early; the stock fell for three consecutive days before rising, and for this reason he had made a bet with Jiang Chen, causing the other man to suffer heavy losses, and to this day that guy still ignores him.

Anyway, work was idle and somewhat boring; he couldn't be like the young married woman across from him, Cao Ting, chatting on QQ all day, with no idea how many online friends she had, talking nonstop.

Fang Qingye opened Tonghuashun, glanced at the overall market for a while, then checked the K-line charts of individual stocks, and discovered that Yanjing Tourism's daily KDJ, weekly KDJ, and monthly KDJ all showed low-price golden crosses simultaneously; this was a signal that the stock was about to launch.

Of course, it was not certain; it still needed comprehensive evaluation based on indicators such as the overall market trend and the trading volume of the individual stock.

Fang Qingye watched for a while and decided to buy; however, he did not plan to operate now, but would wait until he got home tonight, lest Liu Meili see it and scold him again.

Recently, whenever Liu Meili saw him reading news related to stocks, she would bring up the story of Sun Jiaming jumping off a building after stock trading to warn him, making Fang Qingye feel quite embarrassed at times.

That is how the workplace is, especially in units in small towns; there are always some overly enthusiastic older sisters.

After returning home in the evening and finishing dinner, Fang Qingye brewed tea, turned on the computer, and checked the overall market and individual stocks again; the closing price of Yanjing Tourism today was 12.1 yuan.

Last time, the total profit was around 1.1 million; he put in 100,000 himself to buy a car, and with the salary he received, there was still a little over 1 million in his account.

Fang Qingye prepared to go all-in.

In one breath, he bought 833 lots, placed an order at 12.0 yuan waiting for tomorrow's trading, and now only a little over 600 yuan remained in his account.

That was enough; anyway, salary would be issued in a few days.

After completing all these operations, Fang Qingye performed a final debugging and evaluation on the model he had made, then logged into QQ.

Dongguan Mei's sailor-suit avatar kept flashing nonstop; under normal circumstances, Fang Qingye was too lazy to pay attention unless there was something important, just like today, so he clicked on her avatar.

He automatically ignored a pile of chuunibyou messages and typed directly.

"Are you there?"

"Yes." The other party replied instantly.

"My heartbeat accelerates due to your appearance; my heart is captivated by everything about you..."

The other party sent more chuunibyou words; Fang Qingye's head felt huge, so he immediately typed back: "Chat properly! Or I'll log off!"

"OK!" The other party sent an emoji, then typed: "Husband, did you buy Yanjing Tourism?"

"Bought it." Fang Qingye told the truth.

"Husband really listens to his wife... Yay!"

Seeing the other party fall into narcissism again, Fang Qingye smiled.

Whether I buy Yanjing Tourism or not has nothing to do with you.

However, Fang Qingye was too lazy to reply; otherwise, the other party would send another long, messy string of messages.

Thinking that his mathematical model was already built, Fang Qingye replied: "I have built the model; take a look?"

"Wow... so fast? Husband is amazing!"

Immediately followed by several large exclamation marks.

Fang Qingye paid no attention, sent his document to the other party, and after quite a while, Dongguan Mei finally typed back.

"OK, I've accepted it! Husband used the integral model I mentioned? So good... hehe."

Seeing another huge pile of smiling faces, Fang Qingye unhesitatingly typed two characters.

"Pay up!"

"Don't rush... how could I owe my husband? Let me add you to a group first." After the other party finished speaking, a group number was sent quickly.

Fang Qingye was somewhat curious; he searched for the group number on QQ, and the name was surprisingly chuunibyou: "IQ Above 150 Group."

Holy crap!

Why not name it "IQ 250"?

Fang Qingye muttered a complaint, but still applied to join. The application was approved quickly; after Fang Qingye entered the group, he checked the number of members; not many, only 15 including himself.

"Welcome new member, Donghai Daoke, joining. Flower petals..." Dongguan Mei sent a message in the group, and someone immediately responded.

Handsome Enough to Slow Down the Network Speed: "Welcome the newcomer; our team is growing stronger... but, have you taken the IQ test? Is it above 150?"

Must Eat Seven and a Half Bowls at Once: "Male? Female? Transgender?"

Listening to a Man Tell Ghost Stories: Newcomers must either state their three measurements or send a nude photo; choose one of two.

Looking at these chuunibyou QQ names and words, Fang Qingye was dumbfounded; had he really entered a group of idiots?

Dongguan Mei came out in time to defuse the situation.

"Don't scare my husband; he is very shy."

Shy my ass...

Fang Qingye was about to curse, but unexpectedly another string of messages arrived.

"What? He is your husband? Ahh... my pure little heart has suffered huge damage."

"I want to duel him! In the name of Hestia!"

Oh my...

I didn't expect this Dongguan Mei to be quite popular; are all the members of this group her fans?

However, there were too few people; only 13.

Dongguan Mei seemed to ignore these words and instead @-mentioned Fang Qingye.

"Husband, let me introduce them to you."

"Handsome Enough to Slow Down the Network Speed: Master's graduate student in the School of Finance at Renmin University, second year of graduate studies this year."

"Must Eat Seven and a Half Bowls at Once: Master's graduate student in the Schwarzman College of Computing at MIT, first year of graduate studies this year, specializing in software programming."

"Listening to a Man Tell Ghost Stories: PhD in Information and Computational Science from Yanjing University; she is a beauty."

Hearing Dongguan Mei's individual introductions, Fang Qingye was secretly shocked in his heart.

If Dongguan Mei is telling the truth, this is truly a high-IQ group; each member holds a master's or doctoral degree from a prestigious university, making them far superior to me, an undergraduate from a 211 university in Shen City.

After Dongguan Mei finished introducing everyone one by one, someone in the group @'d her.

"Beautiful Girl, who is this Donghai Daoke? What virtue or merit does he possess to be your husband?!"

"Don't rush, I'm introducing him now," Dongguan Mei typed quickly and sent a smiling face.

"Donghai Daoke graduated with a bachelor's degree in Finance from Shencai University and now works at a bank in Wu Province."

"Are you sure he's in Wu Province? Why not go to an investment bank in Shen City?" someone immediately typed and asked.

"What could a bachelor's degree holder do in Shen City?" The words clearly revealed contempt.

Fang Qingye looked at the person who sent this message: Nickname: Seven-and-a-Half Bowls Per Meal, a master's graduate student in Computer Science at MIT's Schwarzman College of Computing.

Before he could reply, Dongguan Mei quickly typed: "Seven-and-a-Half Bowls, don't underestimate my husband. Regarding that mathematical model I mentioned earlier about the relationship between market price and theoretical price in the stock market, he built it in less than a month."

Huh?

She's defending me?

Fang Qingye was somewhat surprised.

At this moment, Seven-and-a-Half Bowls Per Meal sent another message on the public screen: "Took a month? That's simply far beyond my expectations; I thought it would only take three days."

Damn, he really looks down on people.

Fang Qingye thought to himself.