Chapter 300: Urban Card-Drawing System (6)

Xie Yang timed the entry of the main force perfectly, buying in batches just before they entered the market.

The 120 million in capital was invested evenly into these few stocks; while it couldn't stir up a storm, the upward pull was quite noticeable, and the stock price charts looked very high-spirited.

Retail investors keeping an eye on these stocks recalled the lessons from financial elites in the past and, thinking a major surge was coming, began to rub their hands in anticipation.

"It's pulling up! It's pulling up!"

"Is now the time to enter the market?"

"It should be! That's what the teacher said!"

And so, you buy, and I buy.

This generation of retail investors, under the interference of Xie Yang, bought into these stocks before the main force.

When the main force entered the market and realized something was wrong, it was already too late!

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly pull up so high? Did the retail investors enter the market too early?"

"I don't know! I received the notification to buy at this exact time. What about you?"

"Me too! But isn't the buy-in price too high?"

It was more than just high; it was approaching the daily limit.

The key was that the bulk of the capital they held hadn't even entered the market yet! Only a small portion had gone in.

The traders were dumbfounded and hurriedly called their respective bosses.

The bosses were already celebrating in advance with champagne at the clubhouse, enjoying themselves with women in their arms.

This wasn't the first time; they had tasted the sweetness several times before. When had it ever not gone smoothly, resulting in overflowing profits? They had never even considered that any trouble might arise.

When the traders' calls came in, some bosses were already red-faced from drinking and bragging, while others were even kissing the clubhouse girls hanging on them.

The clubhouse was filled with the clinking of glasses and a deafening roar of voices; the bosses couldn't hear clearly.

"What early entry? Didn't we give you the process schedule? You're graduates of finance, can't you even copy homework? What use are you!"

"..."

The traders were so scolded they nearly had a breakdown.

They simply continued to buy according to the process schedule; after all, they had recordings on their phones of the bosses telling them to copy the homework, and the process was written exactly like that: enter the market in several batches, how much to buy in each batch...

By the time the main force's capital had all entered, these stocks were locked at the daily limit.

The next day, these stocks still opened at the daily limit, but Xie Yang sold them without the slightest hesitation.

Unlike the main force, she didn't sell in batches sneakily just to lure more retail investors in to take over their positions.

She sold openly; after all, she had the main force as a floor.

The 120 million in capital was fully withdrawn from these stocks, and after deducting taxes and Trading commissions, she had earned about 23 million.

And as she left, some retail investors saw that the daily limit wasn't holding and that the prices were constantly falling, so they hurriedly fled; although they didn't earn much, it was better than being trapped.

This led to such a rapid withdrawal that it directly caused the stocks to hit the daily limit down.

The retail investors who escaped with their lives witnessed the roller-coaster stock life of going from a daily limit up to a daily limit down in half an hour of opening.

The bosses behind these stocks had spent the night indulging in debauchery with their mistresses, only to wake up and find the world had changed!

The private equity funds were all trapped in those stocks, and they had hit the daily limit down!

This news made their vision go black, and they fainted.

Xie Yang transferred the 120 million in principal and 23 million in profit out of the stock market, transferred 60 million back to Uncle Song via the original route, transferred 10 million to her father, and the remaining 73 million was her own, consisting of 62 million in principal and 11 million in profit.

If she had been bolder, she could have easily waited for one more daily limit before withdrawing, but she feared the main force might change plans at the last minute and cut their losses to flee, so she chose a relatively conservative approach.

It didn't matter if she earned a little less; what she wanted was to trap those behind-the-scenes financiers, let them taste the bitterness of the retail investors, and incidentally take revenge for the original owner's original world.

Song Bokang received the 60 million and was quite puzzled: he hadn't heard of any large funds arriving today.

Looking closer, he thought, "Eh, isn't this the account of Lao Xie's daughter? I just transferred to her a few days ago, but why is there 10 million more?"

He immediately dialed a call to Xie Qidong:

"Lao Xie, do you know that your daughter just transferred 60 million to me?"

Father Xie was also puzzled; he had also received a transfer, exactly 10 million, which was two million more than what he had transferred to his daughter a few days ago.

Combining this with the amount Lao Song received, Father Xie's heart skipped a beat: could it be interest from his daughter?

This made him even more worried:

"Lao Song, what do you think she's actually doing? No! I have to ask her, I don't care if I make her angry!"

A 25% return on investment; he was worried his daughter had been tricked into doing something bad.

This time, Song Bokang didn't stop him, because he was worried too.

In just a few days, 50 million had become 60 million; it was faster than his mining business. Such high interest was indeed somewhat dangerous.

He wasn't afraid of anything else, just that the young girl was inexperienced and was being cheated while still helping others count their money.

Xie Yang received Father Xie's call, and just as she was about to ask if he had received the transfer, she heard his tone filled with caution as he asked what she had been busy with lately, saying that the family wasn't short of money, that it didn't matter if she found a job after graduation or not, as long as she was happy, but if the job she liked wasn't legal, then she couldn't do it... blah blah...

Xie Yang laughed: "Dad, are you worried that the money I transferred to you came from an improper source? Don't worry! I just played in the stock market for the past two days, and I used your account. If you don't believe me, log in and see for yourself."

Father Xie: "..."

He vaguely remembered his daughter indeed asking him for the account number and password for his securities account. Could it really be that she earned it from stock trading?

He hung up the phone, logged into his securities account, and took a look at the transaction records for the last seven days, dumbfounded.

It really was!

His daughter had taken 120 million into the stock market, fiddled around for two or three days, and made a net profit of 23 million.

"... Lao Song, do you think I've held her back?"

Father Xie called Song Bokang back with complex emotions:

"She is clearly a financial genius, yet I made her study art, which has nothing to do with it, and then because her scores weren't high enough, she was transferred to the most obscure major of cultural relics..."

If his wife were still alive, there's no telling how she would scold him for delaying their daughter and burying a talent that could have served the country!

Song Bokang fell silent after hearing this; Lao Xie's daughter was something else! Not only did she understand stock trading, but she was also quite brilliant at it!

"Lao Xie, I'm afraid your daughter inherited your financial talent, but look here, you clearly had the talent, yet didn't you end up not making it your main profession later on?

So this isn't a matter of delaying anything; it just depends on whether Yang Yang likes it. If she likes it, it's never too late to start; if she doesn't, it's useless for you to desperately pull or push her.

Look at my two troublesome sons; their business talent was so good, they started wholesaling popsicles to their classmates in elementary school, and they were tinkering with an online store before they even finished middle school. And the result? One went to a drama academy that shocked the hell out of me and ran off to act, and the other got a diving license and went to an island to be a diver. You tell me, who could have predicted that?"

Xie's father felt relieved after being counseled: "You're right! Yang Yang probably only just started liking stock trading recently; it's a whim, and she might change her mind after a while."

Compared to his old friend's two stubborn sons who ran off to the ends of the earth and were nowhere to be seen, his daughter was truly a thoughtful little padded jacket; look, she even sent him pocket money after making a profit. The old father was gratified!