Chapter 434: Cash Machine, Activate!

When Wei Hong said she wanted to trade stocks, Zhou Hui was stunned—she always thought stock trading had nothing to do with girls their age; falling in love was what they should be doing.

“To make our whole family live well, my brother works hard earning money, often staying up late writing—I want to help share some of his burden,” Xiao Hong whispered to Amin in the back seat. “He says the stock market can make money, but he doesn’t understand it well, so I studied finance to help him—it’s fairly aligned with my major.”

Amin nodded, glancing at Aiming driving ahead; in the sunlight, she wasn’t sure if she’d spotted a white hair—staying up late writing really does age you, and she didn’t want Aiming to grow old so fast.

Shouldn’t she also use her own abilities to help earn money for their future family?

By the time they reached Central, it was noon—they ate first, and Xiao Hong wanted bubble tea again.

Amin happily said, “Sure, sure, there’s a Holiland nearby.”

So the two girls each ordered a cup; Wei Ming didn’t order one, but they took sips from each other’s cups, none of them minding.

Talking about bubble tea, Wei Ming offered Amin some more ideas—like taro paste, coconut jelly, and so on.

“Bro, you don’t even like drinking it, yet you know so much,” Xiao Hong slurped.

“Just a little knowledge—everyone has limited energy; you’re good at some things, average at others. Bubble tea, the stock market—I only know a bit about both.”

“So have you made money from the stock market?” Wei Hong asked.

“Of course,” Wei Ming said. Since he only knew a bit, he simply followed Li Jiacheng’s investments; when he saw Li Jiacheng’s companies stopped rising, he told his little aunt to sell his holdings.

“How much did you make?” Xiao Hong asked curiously.

Wei Ming: “About a million Hong Kong dollars.”

“Ah!” Not just Xiao Hong—even Amin was shocked.

Wei Ming having a million didn’t surprise her, but making a million through stock trading? That was incredible—he could be called a “stock god.”

Wei Ming waved his hand: “I had a big initial capital, and I was on the right Fengkou .”

Amin nudged Wei Hong: “Red sister, how much are you planning to invest?”

Wei Hong gritted her teeth and stomped her foot: “I—I’m investing ten thousand!”

Throwing in a ten-thousand-dollar sum, Wei Hong had made a big decision.

Amin immediately said, “Then I’ll match you—ten thousand too. Whatever you buy, help me buy the same.”

Xiao Hong exclaimed, “Amin, do you have that much money?”

Wei Ming smiled: “Amin’s released several albums—you know, ten thousand’s nothing. And ten thousand’s nothing to you either—why so cautious?”

“It’s my first time,” Wei Hong asked, “but is ten thousand nothing to me?”

“Of course,” Wei Ming slapped his forehead. “Oh no, I forgot to tell you—you don’t even know how much money you have.”

Wei Hong hurriedly asked, “How much?”

“The book ‘The Magic Cube’ has sold over a million copies worldwide—that’s an astonishing number. After deducting translation and taxes, you’ve got over seventy thousand U.S. dollars in hand.”

Amin gasped: “That’s over four hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars! Red sister, you’re richer than me!”

Xiao Hong’s lips involuntarily curled up—so the rich lady was me all along.

“Then—I’ll use one hundred thousand. Let’s try with one hundred thousand,” Wei Hong drained her bubble tea in one gulp.

Amin: “I can’t match that—I’ve given most of my money to my mom. I can only match fifty thousand.”

“Bro,” Xiao Hong nudged him, “why don’t you lend Amin fifty thousand? Round it up.”

Wei Ming smiled: “Sure. Once you pick your stocks, when we get back to the mainland, have Amin watch them for you.”

Amin nodded: “Okay, I’ll write you a letter then.”

Since they were the same age, they quickly became as close as sisters.

After eating, they didn’t drive—they walked straight to the exchange. Both the Hong Kong Stock Exchange and the Far East Securities Exchange were nearby, so many suit-wearing finance workers liked eating at Holiland—it saved time, was simple, and carried good omens.

The Hong Kong Exchange (Hong Kong Stock Exchange) was Hong Kong’s oldest exchange; its members were mostly foreign corporations or wealthy Chinese merchants, with high entry barriers—you had to be a HSBC customer.

The Far East Exchange (Far East Securities Exchange) was the first to break the Hong Kong Exchange’s monopoly, led by Chinese investors, offering many Chinese companies opportunities to list and raise capital, with the highest trading volume among the four exchanges.

“Wow, so many people!” Xiao Hong marveled.

With all four exchanges still operating, computerized trading systems hadn’t been introduced yet, so prices were still called out manually—crowds buzzed with noise.

“All under heaven bustle for profit,” Wei Ming told Xiao Hong. “Feel it.”

Xiao Hong closed her eyes and tried to feel it.

“Changjiang Po! How much?”

“What? How many balls? Say it again!”

“Five cents to sell three balls!”

“Perfect! Done!”

“Hurry up! Hurry up! The market’s moving!”

“Hold on! Don’t break!”

“The board’s been posted!”

Then she opened her eyes. Wei Ming asked, “How was your experience?”

Xiao Hong grimaced: “I don’t know—I didn’t understand a thing~”

She thought learning a few phrases like “mei a” and “lei hou” as a kid meant she understood Cantonese—but now, at the scene, she realized she understood jack.

Wei Ming sighed: “Mistake—I should’ve gone to the Hong Kong Exchange. Many traders there speak English—you’d have no problem.”

Wei Hong: “It’s fine—I’ll learn slowly. I understand some words already. Bro, you operate—I’ll follow and learn.”

Wei Ming: “I’ve withdrawn all my money from the market, but this time I’m putting it back in. Wait a moment.”

He called over a red-jacketed staff member—the stockbroker.

“Do you speak Mandarin?” Wei Ming asked.

Lucky—he was a recent mainland immigrant. Easy. Wei Ming had him explain in Mandarin several ways to short the Hang Seng Index.

Wei Hong listened intently; the broker explained from low-risk to high-risk methods, with higher risk bringing higher expected returns.

Some strategies suited long-term play; others suited short-term.

Here, Wei Ming and his sister disagreed: Wei Ming wanted long-term, waiting for the negotiations; Wei Hong wanted short-term, coming daily to the trading floor to watch the Hang Seng Index fluctuate.

Wei Ming fully respected her idea, so they operated separately.

Wei Ming invested 200,000 for them; he himself temporarily invested two million just to play—he was certain his two million would make a profit.

But Xiao Hong and Amin’s investment wasn’t guaranteed—they were betting on Hang Seng Index movements.

If the Hang Seng Index rose today, they lost money; if it fell today, they made money.

Although the Hang Seng Index overall trended downward, short-term rallies could still occur.

For their first time participating in stock trading, Xiao Hong and Amin were both a little excited—they agreed to come back tomorrow to watch the market.

With some time left in the afternoon, Wei Ming drove Xiao Hong and Amin to Ocean Park—today they wouldn’t do anything else, just see Gang Dan and Basi .

“I wonder if they still recognize me,” Wei Hong said hopefully.

Zhou Hui said: “They’re extremely popular. I only got to touch them once through my uncle and aunt’s connections—when I came back later, they didn’t recognize me.”

It was nearly closing time, yet still many people—before entering, Amin bought her red sister a panda hairpin—adorable.

Xiao Hong had good looks, but back on the mainland, there was no fashion atmosphere and she didn’t know how to apply makeup; now wearing this cute thing, she looked like a little beauty.

“Gang Dan… ah, what’s he doing?!” As soon as they entered, Xiao Hong saw Gang Dan riding on Ba Si doing something naughty—she was a village girl, she knew exactly what was going on!

Amin didn’t know—what’s wrong with them?

Wei Ming: “I think you’ve misunderstood—they’re still young, probably just playing around.”

It turned out Wei Ming was right—Gang Dan and Ba Si were simply innocent childhood playmates; later, Ba Si rode Gang Dan too, the two bears just fooling around.

But Amin had understood—so mating is like that.

Wei Ming: Uh, not exactly~

The panda pavilion still had uncles and aunts from the Beijing Zoo—they chatted with the siblings for a long time: how old Wei had left, and now little Wei had come.

Ah, fate’s twists—nothing to be done.