Chapter 299: Urban Card Drawing System (5)

She did not like her major, and she did not study it with any heart.

Throughout her four years of university, the original body's grades were always at the very bottom of the department.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Xie Yang suddenly remembered:

"We are actually two of a kind. Isn't your major also completely unrelated to business management? Why do you still go to your family's company for internships? Aren't you afraid of making mistakes and causing trouble for the company?

A person should have self-awareness! Not being a burden is the greatest help one can provide to a company! Even a Scholar like me knows this principle; how can you, a Scholar who is striving to be an outstanding graduate, not understand it?"

"..."

Feng Xuanxuan was so angry she nearly suffered internal injuries, telling herself to endure!

Endure for a moment, and wealth will flow in!

Thus, not only did she endure it, but she also continued in a gentle tone:

"Yang Yang, I am truly considering this from your perspective. Since you don't want to listen, then forget it..."

Xie Yang nodded expressionlessly: "You are right! I really don't want to listen, so you should go. Don't come again in the future; we are no longer friends!"

"... Wait!"

Seeing that things were not only failing to develop in the direction she wanted but were even going off the rails, Feng Xuanxuan couldn't help but panic.

"I still have good news to share with you!"

She had overheard her eldest cousin, who worked in finance, reveal some inside information to her grandfather in the study:

A few stocks would soon see a wave of major players entering, and they would rise for a few days.

"... It's a pity I don't have much money on hand, so I won't earn much even if I invest it all. You are different. You have so many dividends; how much interest can you earn leaving it in the bank? It would be better to seize this opportunity to play a short-term wave. Let your dad and my dad see that we aren't just freeloaders and can earn money without relying on our families."

The inside information Feng Xuanxuan's eldest cousin obtained was indeed true.

But in the original world, she gave the original body the wrong entry time for the major players, causing the forty-six million the original body invested in the stock market to evaporate overnight.

Xie Yang looked at her deeply and said solemnly: "The stock market has risks; investment requires caution."

"..."

Feng Xuanxuan looked at the closed door in astonishment. Was she just shut out by Xie Yang like this?

A day ago, they were still best friends who talked about everything, and today she was unilaterally declared no longer a friend by Xie Yang?

How could this be!

Although deep down she disdained being friends with Xie Yang, on the surface, the two were really close—close enough to wear pajamas and squeeze into one bed to talk all night.

How could they turn against each other just like that? Where exactly did the problem lie?

Was it just because of that complaining phone call this morning?

But it wasn't as if there hadn't been such complaints before.

Even the best of friends occasionally have little spats and arguments; when had Xie Yang not chased after her to apologize? Why didn't it work this time?

In the car on the way back, Feng Xuanxuan endured the pain while rubbing her heels, which had been rubbed until they bled, feeling completely lost in her heart.

On that side, Xie Yang sifted through the received plot to find the accurate time when those stocks Feng Xuanxuan overheard would see major players enter, and she sent a message to Xie Qidong:

【Dad, lend me some money! The more the better! I'll pay you back in a few days!】

Xie Qidong, who was visiting a client's unit for a follow-up and happened to sign a few renewal orders, was in a good mood. Upon receiving his daughter's message, he transferred all the demand deposits from his private account without a second thought.

【Is that enough? If not, Dad will ask your Uncle Song to help out.】

Xie Yang naturally didn't think more was too much: 【Okay! Thanks, Dad! I'll treat you and Uncle Song to a meal later!】

Xie Qidong, whose last sentence was purely habitual politeness: "..."

When contacting his good friend, Xie Qidong was full of worry:

"Lao Song, why do you think Yang Yang is suddenly so short of money? She doesn't usually spend much, so she should have quite a bit of spare cash. This time she asked me for money, and I transferred eight million to her, but she still said it wasn't enough. Do you think I should send someone to check?"

"But I'm also worried she'll be angry if she finds out. Young people nowadays pay a lot of attention to privacy. What if she gets angry and stops talking to me? She's my only daughter..."

Song Bokang and Xie Qidong were university classmates. After graduation, both started their own businesses, only Song Bokang didn't take the design path; he made his living from coal mines.

But they kept in touch frequently, and perhaps because they weren't in the same industry, they were even more open with each other.

Unfortunately, in the original world, a mine shaft Song Bokang invested in collapsed deeply, and over a dozen miners were buried inside. Song Bokang was overwhelmed, and by the time he heard the news about the Xie Family, both father and daughter had already met with disaster.

However, at this moment, Song Bokang had just won a major government bid and was in high spirits. After hearing Xie Qidong's distress, he said generously:

"The child is grown up; it's normal to have her own secrets. Isn't it just that she's tight on cash? Just give it to her! Don't I have a fund that just matured? I haven't decided on the next investment direction yet. Send me your niece's account number, and I'll transfer it to her directly."

Two minutes later, Xie Yang received a transfer of fifty million, and she was stunned.

The Song family really had mines!

But after seeing the Song family's ending in the original world, she fell silent.

They had mines, yes, but their luck was truly bad.

When she draws a Good Luck Card, Fortune Card, or Disaster Avoidance Card later, she would send Uncle Song a few.

There was still more than half a year until the Song family's calamity; she had at least nine or ten opportunities to draw rare cards.

If her luck was truly that bad and she didn't draw a single useful card, then she would find another way to warn him.

With this transfer from Song Bokang, plus Xie Qidong's eight million, Xie Yang's own dividends, pocket money, rent, and other miscellaneous savings, she scraped together 120 million. Timing it perfectly, she entered the stock market to fish in troubled waters.

Thinking that her dad had a Good Luck Continuous Card on him, she used her dad's securities account. After transferring the funds, she kept her eyes on those stocks, ready to catch some Fish.

These stocks all had capital behind them; in other words, the formation of these stocks was specifically cultivated by behind-the-scenes capital to make money.

Before the major players entered, so-called financial elites would hold lectures and reviews in various stock-trading groups to build momentum in advance, boasting about how promising these stocks were. The moment the major players entered, they would desperately urge retail investors to buy quickly, saying that if they didn't, they would miss the chance to make a fortune.

And after the retail investors, feeling restless, entered the market and pushed these stocks to the daily limit, the major players began to sell off one after another.

Until all the capital had withdrawn, leaving behind the retail investors who were trapped.

The retail investors, having listened to various lectures and been brainwashed, rarely felt they had been deceived.

Instead, they blamed themselves for being greedy, thinking how good it would have been to get out after the first two daily limits, but they had to wait longer. Now it was fine—they were trapped.

To sell at a loss, it hurts; to hold on, it's depressing.

At this time, those financial elites would come out again to continue brainwashing them: "Buy some more while it's like this, you'll earn even more when it pumps next time."

As if to validate their words, the capital would timely let some small market makers in to pull the price up slightly, giving the retail investors hope and a taste of sweetness.

A portion of the retail investors who had been trapped for a long time cut some of their losses, while another portion of retail investors thought they saw hope for bottom-fishing and went in.

The capital took the opportunity to withdraw, trapping the retail investors once again.

Just like that, every now and then, a few small pumps would come.

When the time was right, a big pump would come, just like raising gu.

The ones who benefited were the capital behind the scenes, while the ones who were always trapped were the retail investors.