Chapter 3: My Name Is Lu Na, the 'Na' in 'Little Deer

Wang Chuan did not hesitate; he opened the computer again, logged into the school BBS flea market, and posted a thread.

"Brand new, unopened Sony Ericsson Phone T618. Official guide price 2480 yuan, only 2000 yuan. Transaction limited to today at the back gate of the Medical School Campus. First come, first served."

The price difference was nearly 500 yuan, equivalent to more than half or even all of a medical school student's monthly living expenses in 2004.

By July 2004, the official price of the Sony Ericsson T618 dropped to 1980 yuan.

This post immediately drew attention. Jiangcheng was a developed city in a coastal province, with many wealthy university students; some questioned its authenticity, while others were tempted and tried to bargain.

Half an hour later, at the back gate of the Medical School, a panting female voice called out: "Classmate... I'll take it!"

Wang Chuan turned around. A girl with a fresh look, a ponytail, and a bright smile ran up in front of him. This book is first published on ttks. tw for a great reading experience, offering error-free and non-disordered chapters.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on the tip of the girl's nose; she must have run all the way here.

The moment she looked up, her face flushed, and she blurted out: "You're so handsome~"

"So handsome" was the word Wang Chuan heard most often, so he instinctively smiled slightly.

"My name is Lu Na, the 'Na' in 'Little Deer'."

"What a nice name." Wang Chuan recalled that this was the name of a character in a popular mobile game more than ten years later.

He looked at Lu Na closely again. She had a standard sweet girl face, and when she smiled, two deep, heart-melting dimples appeared.

Her almond eyes were bright, filled with sunlight.

Her lips were a healthy cherry pink, and the corners of her mouth naturally curved slightly upward.

Her chest was full, and the Mickey Mouse head on her pink T-shirt even bulged out.

"Classmate, what about you?"

"Wang Chuan, the 'Chuan' in 'Smooth Plain'."

"That's a nice name too." Lu Na smiled, revealing two dimples.

Wang Chuan nodded and took out the packaging box.

Lu Na glanced at it and directly counted out twenty 100-yuan banknotes.

When Wang Chuan took the money, his fingertips touched Lu Na's, but 【Clinical Medical Insight】 did not activate; there was no label above Lu Na's head. She was truly a healthy girl.

So he said: "Classmate Lu, you can open it and check it right here."

Lu Na indicated it wasn't necessary and curiously asked Wang Chuan why he wanted to sell a new mobile phone.

"I'm short on money. I'm going to the hospital for an internship soon."

Lu Na's eyes lit up: "Ah! You're studying medicine? Which hospital are you interning at?"

Upon learning it was Mingzhou First Hospital, she became even happier: "I'm a Nurse at Mingzhou First Hospital! My name is Lu Na. I came to your Medical School today to find a high school classmate."

"Then we'll meet often at First Hospital! Keep it up!"

Wang Chuan watched her energetic back, having just heard "Nurse at Mingzhou First Hospital."

He recalled meeting Lu Na in his previous life during his internship at Mingzhou First People's Hospital; the two had not had much interaction.

This time, it happened earlier...

Suddenly, Lu Na turned back, smiled sweetly, and said: "You gave me a discount of nearly 500 yuan. When you get to First Hospital, I'll treat you to a meal. Keep it up!"

Li Wei, who had just gone to order food, returned and saw Lu Na.

He rushed forward and asked urgently: "Brother Chuan, who is this girl?! Did you give the mobile phone to her? Is she Xiao Yuchu?"

Wang Chuan said calmly: "She bought the Sony Ericsson Phone."

"Is it fun to lie to me?" Li Wei smirked.

"Yes, yes, yes, she is Xiao Yuchu!"

After lunch, Li Wei asked: "Chuanzi, let's go to the Internet Cafe again?"

Wang Chuan hadn't understood back then that Li Wei was a Second Generation; his father had started from nothing with a Construction Material Business.

His monthly living expenses were enough for him to stay online for 24 hours a month in "Westward Journey 2" without logging off.

Yet he liked to run 200 loops in the game to earn Game Currency, exchanging the Game Currency for 15-yuan point cards.

"I'm not going. I'm going to the Securities Company Business Department to open a stock account."

Li Wei's eyes widened. "Chuanzi, isn't your dream to become an Emergency Department Master? Are you changing to become a Stock God?"

In his previous life, Wang Chuan only started paying attention to the stock market during the 2008 subprime mortgage crisis.

Most ordinary people thought Securities Companies were for trading stocks.

Actually, Securities Companies were roughly divided into three departments. The first type was the Brokerage Department, where ordinary people opened Securities Company Business Department accounts to buy and sell stocks, and the Securities Company collected commissions.

The second type was the Proprietary Trading Department, where Securities Companies used their own funds and legally raised funds to trade stocks.

The third type was the Investment Banking Department, divided into equity financing and debt financing. Equity meant assisting companies in listing on the Stock Exchange, issuing new shares to raise funds; the raised money did not need to be repaid, and shareholders became company Shareholders.

Debt meant issuing bonds to raise funds, borrowing other people's money, where both principal and interest had to be paid.

Securities Companies collected remuneration based on a certain percentage of the total funds raised.

Of course, besides this, there were other businesses, such as investing in promising enterprises and Research Institutes providing investment advice.

"Li Wei, does your father's company have a Hong Kong subsidiary? Do you have a Hong Kong Securities Account?"

Tencent listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange on June 16, 2004, with an offering price of 3.70 Hong Kong dollars, and the closing price on the first day of listing was 4.15 Hong Kong dollars.

"No. Why? Is Chuanzi really changing careers?"

Wang Chuan sighed. "Just going to open a Securities Account. Do you want to open one? You need an Identity Card and a Bank Card."

In his previous life, he only knew the general trends of a few famous stocks. Wang Chuan had worked in Investment Banking at a Securities Company and was familiar with the primary market of stocks.

Of course, the overall trend of the market over the past twenty years was clear in his mind.

2001 to 2005 was a bear market. On June 6, 2005, the Shanghai Composite Index dipped to a new low since 1997 during trading.

Walking to a certain Securities Company Business Department two kilometers away from the School, Wang Chuan pushed the door open. The murky air, mixed with the smell of sweat and smoke, rushed to his face.

Inside and outside the door were two different Worlds. The noisy voices in the hall were like a pot of boiling water.

A massive electronic screen hung overhead, churning with dense red and green numbers, each page turn drawing the anxious gaze of dozens of eyes.

Wang Chuan's gaze swept over the surging crowd of heads until it finally caught the "Account Opening Acceptance" sign in the corner.

He took a deep breath, pushed through the crowd, and squeezed up to the counter.

A female teller in a navy suit, her expression weary, looked up and sized up this overly young and handsome boy: "Opening an account?"

Wang Chuan nodded and handed over the original Identity Card and Bank Card.

In a previous life, he had seen data stating that in 2004, Chinese stock investors with a bachelor's degree or higher accounted for only 12.86%, while those with secondary vocational education or below made up 65.15%.

Soon, several forms were pushed out.

Wang Chuan glanced over them; the words "Account Opening Application Form" and "Risk Disclosure Statement" loomed in a dense black mass.

He leaned over the counter, filling in his name and address stroke by stroke.

After handing in the forms, the female teller copied the information by hand into a thick registration ledger with worn edges and said, "Account opening fee is 90 yuan, Shanghai Shareholder Card is 40 yuan, Shenzhen Shareholder Card is 50 yuan."

Wang Chuan pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

"Done." The female teller gave him ten yuan in change and handed over two slightly warm hard paper cards: the Shanghai and Shenzhen A-Share Shareholder Code Cards, printed with his name, account number, and date.

"Set your own password; you must deposit money before buying stocks."

Wang Chuan put away the cards but did not leave immediately; he sat on a plastic chair, looked up at the big screen, and watched the stock price of Kweichow Moutai.

He was waiting for Li Wei to arrive; Li Wei hadn't brought his Bank Card and had just gone back to the Dormitory to get it.

Suddenly, deep within the trading hall, a burst of violent commotion and exclamations erupted!

"Oh! Master Lin! Master Lin, what's wrong with you?"

"Hold him up! The chair tipped over!"

A thought of a healer's benevolence rose in his heart, and Wang Chuan stood up and walked over quickly.

Relying on his height advantage, he saw the situation clearly: a middle-aged man of about fifty, wearing an ordinary shirt, slumped on the floor.

'This is Lin Weiwei's father, Lin Feng.'

Lin Weiwei is the Boss of the 'Nanshan Blue Fire' Bar in Jiangcheng; in a previous life, Wang Chuan had worked there.

In the Office behind the Bar, he had seen the Boss Lin Weiwei lose her temper at Lin Feng.