Chapter 168: Charging the Hong Kong Island Stock Market: The Bottom‑Buying Moment Is Here!

Before nine o'clock, Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingjun were already standing at the entrance of the Kowloon Securities Exchange.

Aircraft roared overhead from time to time, and the huge noise made Lu Qingjun cover his ears and grimace.

"Second brother, this aircraft is way too noisy!" Lu Qingjun shouted loudly at Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan gave no reply, but stared intently at the exchange's main doors.

The memory from his past life told him that tomorrow the Hong Kong Island stock market would experience a huge swing, making it the best time for him to enter the market.

As soon as the clock struck nine, the exchange's doors opened right on schedule.

Lu Qingshan pulled Lu Qingjun forward, and the familiar clamor rushed at them the instant they entered.

"Let's go, let's take a look first." Lu Qingshan pointed toward the electronic display screen in the distance.

The two had just reached the screen when they heard someone nearby arguing fiercely about something.

Lu Qingshan turned his head and saw that a few traders were discussing today's market conditions.

"I'm telling you, Cheung Shing will definitely rise today!" a young trader waved the newspaper in his hand, "Look at yesterday's news, Li Shun Cheng just acquired another plot of land."

"That's for sure!" another middle‑aged trader nodded excitedly, "The whole market is rising now; real‑estate stocks must be the big bulls, right?"

Lu Qingshan listened quietly, nodding to himself inwardly.

What the traders said made sense, but they couldn't see the longer‑term trend.

The experience from his past life told him that now was a good time to bottom‑fish and Short Selling.

"Second brother, when do we start?" Lu Qingjun asked nervously.

"No rush, let's first check the market conditions." Lu Qingshan patted his younger brother's shoulder, "Come on, let's go see the Gold and Silver Securities Exchange."

The two left the Kowloon Exchange and took a vehicle to the Gold and Silver Securities Exchange.

This place mainly handles precious‑metal and futures trading, and the atmosphere is even more tense and exciting than at a stock exchange.

As soon as they approached the exchange, Lu Qingshan saw a scene that made his heart race.

Next to the exchange, a small doorway bore a sign reading 'Yoji Betting Hall', and it was packed with people.

"Qingjun, look over there." Lu Qingshan pointed at the doorway, "Let's go over and have a look."

The two squeezed into the betting hall; smoke swirled inside, and red‑eyed gamblers filled the space.

A large blackboard hung on the wall, covered with various complex numbers and symbols.

"What's this?" Lu Qingjun asked softly.

"Options betting, similar to gambling." Lu Qingshan whispered, "Look at those numbers; they're betting on the rise and fall of three price levels, more thrilling than a lottery."

Just then, a seventeen‑ or eighteen‑year‑old boy pushed his way to the counter.

He wore a pair of faded denim jeans and clenched a handful of Hong Kong dollars in his hand.

"I'm buying the third position up!" the boy shouted excitedly, pushing all his money forward.

Lu Qingshan looked closely; it was over three hundred Hong Kong dollars, certainly not a small sum for a kid his age.

The Banker behind the counter swiftly took the cash and recorded a line on the blackboard.

In less than five minutes, the result was out.

"Third position down!" the Banker announced loudly.

The boy's face turned pale instantly, but he didn't leave; instead he fished another handful of money from his pocket.

"I'm buying the second position up!"

Lu Qingshan watched, his heart pounding, realizing the boy was clearly addicted.

As expected, he lost again the second time, and the boy's hands began to tremble.

"Last time! I'm buying the first position down!" the boy's voice changed tone.

This time, the boy wagered all the money he had on him—over four hundred Hong Kong dollars.

Lu Qingjun watched, sweating with tension, and clutched Lu Qingshan's arm tightly.

The result was unsurprising; the boy lost again.

In half an hour, more than a thousand Hong Kong dollars vanished.

The boy stood there dumbfounded, his eyes full of despair.

"Damn it!" the boy erupted, slamming the counter hard, "It's rigged! Absolutely rigged!"

The Banker stared coldly, "May the gambler accept defeat; if you're out of money, get lost!"

The boy tried to rush forward, but a henchman beside him blocked him.

He could only leave in a huff, his steps wobbling.

Lu Qingjun trembled all over, "Second brother, this is terrifying! In half an hour we lost over a thousand Hong Kong dollars!"

Lu Qingshan pulled his brother out of the betting hall and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air.

The scene just now reminded him of his past self, that frenzied, blood‑shot‑eye gambling state.

"Qingjun, remember what you just saw." Lu Qingshan's voice was solemn, "We engage in formal stock trading, not this kind of betting. Stock investment carries risk, but at least it has fundamentals to back it, not pure gambling."

"But second brother, you're using ten‑times Leverage; how is that different from that boy just now?" Lu Qingjun still worried.

Lu Qingshan stopped, looking at his brother seriously, "The difference is that I know what I'm doing. That boy was gambling blindly, while I'm investing based on analysis and judgment."

"Really?" Lu Qingjun asked, half‑believing.

"Of course it's true." Lu Qingshan patted his brother's shoulder, "Come, let's go to the Far East Exchange; we need to find a trader."

Back at the Far East Exchange, Lu Qingshan went straight to Manager Huang.

"Manager Huang, you said yesterday you knew a trader; could you introduce one to me?"

Manager Huang set down the documents, "Certainly. I recommend someone named Ye Ning, one of the best traders we have here."

"Ye Ning?" Lu Qingshan was taken aback; the name sounded feminine.

"Yes, she's a girl, twenty‑four this year." Manager Huang smiled, "Don't be fooled by her youth; her trading skill is impressive. In three years she generated a 55 % return for clients, which is top‑tier here."

A 55% return rate—indeed a fine performance in the Hong Kong Island stock market.

Lu Qingshan silently nodded in his heart.

"Is she here now?"

"She's here, right in the Trading Hall," Manager Huang said, pointing at a busy figure in the distance, "the one wearing the number‑27 red vest is her."

Lu Qingshan followed Manager Huang's finger with his eyes and saw a short‑haired girl busy at a phone.

Her hair was neatly combed, her gestures were crisp when she spoke, and she clearly was an experienced trader.

"Manager Huang, could you arrange a meeting for me? We can talk after work."

"No problem, I'll arrange it right away."