dkrc Chapter 17 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
Chapter 17 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
March 3, 23 am.
Ling Yun was already sitting in the VIP room of the securities brokerage. According to Ling Yun's memory and analysis, Shenzhen Technology was about to take off today. The stock price of Shenzhen Technology was going to multiply several times in this wave. If it performed well, it could double in ten trading days. It was really wonderful not to have a limit-up day.
Ling Yun sat quietly on his personal sofa. On the monitor in front of him, the stock price of Shenzhen Technology (000021) opened at 4.9 yuan and then surged all the way up, climbing in an almost domineering manner.
At first, there were only a few suppressed gasps of surprise.
"Huh! Shenzhen Technology is... on drugs today?" Across from him, the bald Mr. Wang was the first to notice the unusual activity. He stopped staring at his few half-dead stocks and kept glancing at Ling Yun with surprise on his face.
"The opening price was only 4.9 yuan, and now it's almost 5.6 yuan?" Another middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, referred to as "Professor Liu," adjusted his glasses and leaned closer to his screen, seemingly to confirm that he hadn't misread it.
Their voices weren't loud, but in the relatively quiet VIP room, they were enough to cause a chain reaction. More and more people shifted their gaze from their own "little corners" to that corner by the window, and to the young man they privately called a "brute."
Ling Yun seemed oblivious to all of this. His fingertips lightly traced across the open notebook, on which he had hand-drawn a simplified, high-tech candlestick chart. As he watched the trading volume steadily increase and the stock price break through one minor resistance level after another, he understood: the main upward wave had begun.
When the closing bell rang in the afternoon, Shenzhen Technology's stock price finally settled at 5.67 yuan. The calm lake surface in the VIP room was like a huge rock that had been thrown in, instantly rippled and then surged.
A 17% increase in a single day! In this day and age, that's an astonishing increase that's enough to make it into stock market newspapers!
"The closing price is five yuan and sixty-seven cents! It really went up!" Mr. Wang slapped his thigh suddenly, his voice trembling with excitement. He couldn't sit still any longer, picked up his purple clay teapot, put on a barely perceptible ingratiating smile, and strolled over to Ling Yun's side.
"Ling... Brother Ling!" He deliberately made his tone sound familiar. "The market's closed, want to take a break? Your Shenzhen Tech stock really hit the jackpot today! Absolutely amazing!"
Ling Yun looked up from the chart, a perfectly measured calm smile on his face: "Boss Wang, it's just market conditions, luck."
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"Oh my, this isn't luck!" Mr. Wang immediately waved his hand, "It's vision! A unique vision! I told you long ago, Brother Ling is no ordinary person!" He said this without changing his expression, as if he wasn't the one who had secretly shaken his head earlier, thinking that Ling Yun's all-in bet was too risky.
He took the opportunity to sit down in the empty seat next to Ling Yun, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice: "Brother Ling, tell me the inside scoop, is there still more to this DeepTech...? Is there some inside information we don't know about?" His eyes were full of longing.
Almost simultaneously, "Professor Liu" also approached. He wasn't as outgoing as Mr. Wang, but his eyes behind his glasses were equally eager. He chose a more "technical" approach:
"Lingyun," he even used a familiar term from campus to build rapport, "from a technical perspective, Shenzhen Technology's long bullish candle with high volume today has effectively broken through the previous consolidation range, right? Look at this MACD indicator, isn't the golden cross widening?" He pointed at Lingyun's screen, his tone earnest as if engaged in an academic discussion, but his eagerness for affirmation was unmistakable.
Ling Yun understood that this was a convergence of two different styles: the "information-based" approach and the "technical-based" approach. He remained calm, neither admitting to any inside information nor offering much interpretation of the technical indicators, simply saying vaguely, "When a trend emerges, follow it. Professor Liu, you are an expert; I still have much to learn from you."
This response, neither humble nor overbearing, yet respectful of the other party's feelings, earned Professor Liu's repeated nods, his smile becoming even more genuine: "The younger generation is truly formidable! The younger generation is indeed formidable!"
However, this was merely the prelude to the events inside the VIP room. The real dramatic shift occurred when Ling Yun got up, intending to stretch his legs a bit, and subconsciously walked to the second-floor railing to look down at the first-floor trading hall.
The lobby on the first floor was a completely different world from the VIP rooms. It was bustling with noise, filled with smoke, and the mingled smells of sweat, cigarettes, and various foods assaulted the senses. Beneath the huge electronic display screen was a sea of heads, each person craning their necks, their expressions focused and anxious.
When Ling Yun appeared by the second-floor railing, as if by some strange premonition, many people downstairs noticed him.
"Look! That kid on the second floor! The one who went all in on Shenzhen Technology!"
"My God! Shenzhen Technology's stock price rose by more than one yuan today! How much money must they have made?"
"That's him! Old Hu and the others used to laugh at him!"
The murmurs spread like wildfire. Many gazes, filled with a variety of complex emotions, were fixed on the young figure on the second floor, who seemed to be enveloped in a golden halo in their eyes.
Just then, a figure squeezed through the crowd and arrived near the stairwell. It was the fat man who had mocked Ling Yun in the lobby earlier, who kept saying that Ling Yun was a pig on the wind.
But now, his face no longer held any disdain; instead, it wore an almost fawning smile as he craned his neck and waved vigorously at Ling Yun upstairs.
"Brother Ling! Brother Ling! Over here!" His loud voice drowned out some of the noise. "Brother Ling! You're a stock market genius! I, Old Wang, am completely convinced! I'm utterly impressed! I may have said something unpleasant before, but please forgive me!"
His words were like a signal. Immediately afterwards, more retail investors who had previously expressed doubts or skepticism about Ling Yun's "reckless" behavior gathered around, chattering amongst themselves:
"Boss Ling! Is it still worth buying Shenzhen Technology tomorrow?"
"Master Ling! Please show me the way!"
"Hey Ling, any good stock recommendations? I'll treat you to dinner if I make some money!"
Even an elderly man who had never spoken to Ling Yun before shakily squeezed to the front and shouted upstairs, "Young man! You're amazing! Help me see if I can still get this 'Shenzhen Development Bank' loan?"
For a time, Lingyun seemed to have become the "stock god" of this business department, admired by many eyes on the first floor who longed for wealth.
Faced with the sudden "support" from downstairs, Ling Yun was somewhat taken aback, and then a faint sense of absurdity rose in his heart. He clearly remembered that not long ago, on an afternoon in the same neighborhood, he had heard countless sarcastic remarks about him.
He showed no smugness, simply nodding slightly to the crowd downstairs as a greeting, without answering any specific questions. Then, amidst shouts of "Brother Ling," "Boss Ling," and "Stock God," he calmly walked back to the VIP room.
Back in the VIP room, he found that more people had gathered around his seat. Mr. Wang and Professor Liu were still there, along with several other faces he usually only exchanged nods with. They seemed to have been waiting for his return.
"Brother Ling, those people downstairs, really..." Mr. Wang shook his head with a smile, his tone carrying a sense of superiority from someone in a "higher class," but then he turned to Ling Yun and said, "But this also shows that you've really made a name for yourself now!"
"Lingyun," Professor Liu continued, his tone even more earnest, "you see, we're all like-minded. If we make any discoveries or have any opinions on the market, can we exchange ideas more often? Let's share what we have!" He proposed "information sharing," his eyes filled with anticipation.
Looking at these "successful people" before him, so respectful and earnest, a stark contrast to their previous demeanor, Ling Yun understood perfectly. This transformation stemmed from only one thing—he had done the right thing and made a fortune.
In this naked arena of fame and fortune, profit is the most powerful passport, and wealth figures are the most effective loudspeaker.
He still didn't make any promises, only saying in a gentle but distant tone, "You guys are too kind to me. I'm just a student, still learning. The market changes quickly, let's discuss it together."
He sat back down in his seat, his gaze returning to the now-still stock chart. The surrounding noise and flattery surged in like a tide, but he shut them out with his inner calm and clarity.