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Chapter 122 Return to its rightful owner, Peak collapses

As the pitch-black night falls, more and more "treasure hunters" run through the bustling city of Shanghai. What they care about is not the value of the gifts, but the joy they gain from the process, just like the red flower that a kindergarten teacher sticks on a child's forehead. It has little value, but its meaning is extraordinary.

Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital.

A separate ward for orthopedic patients.

The smell of disinfectant, carried by the cool evening breeze, seeped into my nostrils, like countless tiny needles pricking my olfactory nerves.

After an afternoon of rest, the redness and swelling on Xu Zhiruo's ankle had subsided considerably. She lay in her hospital bed, her eyes fixed on Zhang Yang, who was telling her a story about "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by her side.

When Aureliano Babylon unwrapped the parchment scrolls and discovered that the fates of seven generations of his family had already been written: the first generation was tied to a tree, and the seventh generation would be eaten by ants…

"A person's life can be very exciting, but all the brilliance in life will have to be repaid with loneliness. Just like the seven generations of the Buendía family, their family members have the same name and the same behavior pattern. Everyone struggles in loneliness, but cannot get rid of the shackles of fate, and eventually dies alone."

As Zhang Yang read out the last word, Xu Zhiruo couldn't help but sigh, "Loneliness is truly terrifying. Was the author of 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' a devil?"

“Gabriel García Márquez is not a devil.” Zhang Yang looked at Xu Zhiruo, who was as docile as a kitten on the hospital bed, and knew that she definitely did not know the meaning in the book. He then explained again: “The book ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ is actually telling everyone that everyone’s life will eventually end in loneliness.”

“We cannot change the ending, just as Aureliano Babylon unwrapped the parchment and found that the fate of his family for seven generations had already been written. Loneliness will await us at the end, but it cannot predict the process.”

To put it simply…

"Live in the moment."

Xu Zhiruo nodded thoughtfully, then stretched out her fair arms and smiled at Zhang Yang, saying, "Pick me up. Once you miss May 20th, 2009, it will never come back. Since today is destined to pass, I want to feel the evening breeze of the Huangpu River tonight."

"can."

Zhang Yang knew that Xu Zhiruo could sit up on her own, but sometimes, in certain spaces, there was no need to ask why.

He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, feeling a soft, delicate touch in his palm, as if she were wrapped in a layer of cotton candy.

The petite beauty in his arms wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and the scent of jasmine mingled with the girl's warm breath.

The two left the private ward in a princess carry.

Not far down the corridor, Xu Zhirou witnessed this scene.

She had been reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude" which Zhang Yang told her about, and she also clearly understood that she should cherish time, live a colorful life, and show her value, because in old age, only death and loneliness will accompany her.

Recalling the "tiramisu story" told by the other person in the coffee shop, Xu Zhirou was once touched, but her feelings were very complicated, like a tangled mess of yarn messed up by a cat.

……

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Yang drove Xu Zhiruo around Shanghai that night.

During the day, Shanghai is just Shanghai.

At night, Shanghai is no longer Shanghai; it becomes the bustling metropolis of Shanghai, a metropolis where nightly revelry fills the air with the scent of money.

Not only are there various luxury cars on display, but there are also all sorts of romantic courtship scenes.

At a tourist plaza on the Bund, amidst a sea of ​​9999 red roses, a man kneels on one knee and shouts to a woman, "Chen Mianmian, I love you, marry me!"

"Marry him!"

"Marry him!"

"Marry him!"

The surrounding crowd started jeering.

After her initial surprise, the girl extended her left hand and allowed the other person to put the ring on her finger.

All of a sudden.

The onlookers cheered.

"She agreed! The girl agreed!"

"Boys are so romantic, I love it! When will my Prince Charming confess his love to me with 9999 roses?!"

"Is this beautiful woman single?"

"I have a husband, I'm sorry."

"It's okay for me, let's just be friends and exchange contact information."

They kissed!!!

Surrounded by onlookers, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something and looked at Xu Zhiruo in his arms, saying, "I almost forgot, I also prepared a gift for you today."

"Gift?"

Xu Zhiruo's eyes lit up.

Zhang Yang: "I'll have them send it over."

"Uh-huh."

Xu Zhiruo nodded repeatedly, full of anticipation.

ring?

The progress can't be this fast, can it?

Could it be a necklace?
possible!
No matter what it is, as long as it's a gift from Zhang Yang, it's the best gift in the world!

Xu Zhiruo's heart was racing. She never expected that Zhang Yang would prepare a gift for her. She would remember this day for the rest of her life!

The two arrived at Zhongshan East Road and sat on the curb.

Less than ten minutes later, a yellow trailer slowly drove up, its rear compartment covered by a completely transparent glass partition.

Blue, white, and yellow balloons filled the top of the glass partition in the rear compartment, below which sat a pink Maserati Quattroporte.

As the tow truck passed by, pedestrians stopped to watch and cast envious glances.

"Which rich young master is wooing his beautiful wife again?"

"Damn it, why are there so many rich people in Shanghai? A Maserati Quattroporte must cost at least a million, right?"

"How romantic! Compared to my boyfriend who only tells me to drink more hot water, material happiness is true happiness!"

"Equality hates all rich people!"

"I want to be rich too, God, please!"

As passersby took out their phones to film and make fun of the rich people, Xu Zhiruo also noticed the pink Maserati.

"Looks familiar."

she muttered.

As the tow truck drew closer, she exclaimed in surprise, "(⊿) Isn't this my little pink one? What's she doing here?!"

"I've redeemed it." Zhang Yang stood up, extended his hand, and smiled faintly.

"You...you got it back?"

"It's been redeemed."

When the tow truck stopped in front of her and the driver addressed Zhang Yang as "boss," Xu Zhiruo's eyes welled up with tears. Ignoring her aching ankle, she stroked the glass partition of the back of the truck and said, "Waaah, my little pink, you're back."

This car was a gift from her parents for her 18th birthday, and she was actually very conflicted when she decided to sell it.

Because if she sells it, she might lose it permanently, but if she doesn't sell it, she doesn't have the money to invest in Zhang Yang's entrepreneurial venture.

Should we ask our parents for it?

Given her mother's strong personality and her status as a lawyer with a prominent background, Xu Zhiruo immediately abandoned the idea of ​​asking her family for money.

"Like it?"

Zhang Yang slowly approached and helped Xu Zhiruo up. Xu Zhiruo wiped away her tears, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "I like you! I knew you could do it!"

"There are other companies we'd like to visit?" Zhang Yang extended another invitation.

"want!"

Xu Zhiruo did not hesitate.

The two rode in a Maserati and headed straight for Changtai Plaza in Zhangjiang.

Upon arriving at Building C on the sixth floor, Xu Zhiruo looked at the enormous office space and burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Wow! Is this our company? It's so impressive! Haha, I want to work here. Zhang Yang, can you teach me how to trade stocks?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

"Why are you silent? Do you look down on me?" Xu Zhiruo pouted.

"Not really, I'm thinking about what kind of profit model would suit you."

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and then said solemnly, "Well... based on your style back then, it was a medium- to long-term investment approach, which is more suitable for you to be a public fund manager."

"Don't go, don't go."

Xu Zhiruo shook her head and said firmly, "I want to trade stocks with you and become a powerful speculator!"

"..."

Zhang Yang remained silent for a while.

After hesitating for a moment, he still agreed and said, "Once I unleverage Hongyue Investment, I'll buy a speculative trading seat. You can learn how to accumulate shares."

"(˙▽˙) You're so kind!"

Xu Zhiruo chuckled foolishly.

……

Time flies like sand slipping through your fingers; in the blink of an eye, six days have passed.

Tuesday, May 26th, morning.

Over the past few days, the capital market's speculation on the H1N1 flu concept has not diminished. On the three trading days of the 21st, 22nd and 25th, Jianfeng Group continued to hit the daily limit, and other H1N1 flu concept stocks such as Da'an Gene and Hualan Biological were also on a general upward trend.

Market funds have delivered a resounding slap in the face to Zhang Yang's boastful liquidation operation with their actions.

The post on May 20th by the Baidu Tieba account "joker" also received a large number of sarcastic replies.

[Sunny Day]: You missed out, didn't you? With this level of skill, you still dare to post your trading tips online? You should go find a construction site and work as a bricklayer!

[Mountain Prosperity]: LOL, the Joker really is a clown this time. Go back to Gotham, Batman won't hit you anymore!
[Bai Le Bu Le]: I joined this guy's chat group, and he actually had to pay 90 yuan to join the core group. He's just a guy who's trying to fleece people!
Zhang Yang ignored the continuous stream of sarcastic replies. He had no ability to predict future trends, and even if he missed out, he wouldn't be upset, because he had already made a profit of over 500 million yuan and was a winner.

As if things weren't bad enough, when the H1N1 flu concept was being hyped up by the market, heavyweight stocks, lacking funds, experienced a rapid decline.

The banking sector has seen a continuous correction.

The securities sector is sluggish and lackluster.

Sectors such as oil, coal, electricity, non-ferrous metals, and automobiles also experienced a continuous downward correction and volatile trend.

Zhang Yang's leveraged trading account has suffered losses of up to 300,000 to 400,000 yuan.

During these past few nights, Zhong Qifeng has been feeling uneasy because Zhang Yang's strong bearish outlook has kept him awake at night.

But when he saw Zhang Yang's leveraged trading account suffer continuous losses and Jianfeng Group's stock price hit the daily limit on the third consecutive day, he finally realized a truth: "If you stand in the right place at the right time, even a pig can fly."

Who is the pig?
It's undeniably flamboyant!
Zhong Qifeng had already begun to fantasize about what kind of villa he would buy after earning three million, how many luxury cars he would buy, and whether he would marry—no, date two 18-year-old girlfriends.

While he was daydreaming, on May 26th, when the A-share market opened, Jianfeng Group was still on an upward trend, with the stock price reaching 25.91 yuan.

"Limit up!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhong Qifeng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The laughter attracted the attention of other trading managers, who all came forward to investigate.

"Jianfeng Group's stock price has hit the daily limit again?"

"My God, this is the culmination of several consecutive limit-up days. Is Jianfeng Group really going to take off?"

"This is the hottest stock of the year!"

As the crowd discussed the matter, some of the trading managers who had followed Zhang Yang in clearing out their positions began to curse and swear, completely losing their composure.

"Damn Zhang Yang, I believed his lies and sold all my shares in Jianfeng Group last Wednesday. Now I've missed my chance to get rich!"

"I told you he was a greenhorn and unreliable, but you didn't believe me. Now Brother Zhong and Sister Mei are making a fortune."

"If I had invested 100 million earlier, I would have achieved financial freedom immediately."

"Zhang Yang is a troublemaker!"

"You really can't trust him!"

A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment; the ugliness of human nature is laid bare at this moment.

At this moment, Zhong Qifeng was also glad that he hadn't listened to Zhang Yang's nonsense, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make so much money.

Even if Zhang Yang were here, he wouldn't be moved, because he had seen this kind of thing countless times in his previous life.

If you help someone make money, they will treat you like a god; but if they suffer losses, they will immediately turn their backs on you.

Compared to "On the Fundamental Goodness," Xunzi's "On the Fundamental Evil" is closer to reality.

Everyone has a dark side, but it is only out of fear of the law and the constraints of social morality that the good side is revealed.

In an environment of disorder and lack of restraint, such as a group of people stranded on a deserted island, the evil side of human nature will be immediately revealed.

……

Just as Zhong Qifeng, He Lihui, and other Hongyue trading managers were completely caught up in the moment, at 9:20 a.m., the stock price of Jianfeng Group suddenly plummeted to its daily limit. The hearts of the group sank, and all the investors who were speculating on the H1N1 flu concept felt their hearts clench at that moment.

"what happened?"

Why did it hit the daily limit down?

"Is the rally over?"

Countless individual investors searched for the answer, but ultimately found nothing.

As the market opened at 9:30, the reason for Jianfeng Group's immediate limit-down opening slowly appeared on major financial websites.

The China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) has taken action! The CEO of Jianfeng Group is reportedly divorcing and reducing his shareholdings; he faces fines and imprisonment at the highest level!

"A black swan event has occurred at Jianfeng Group, a leading stock in the shikimic acid sector. It has been confirmed that Jianfeng Group has received an inquiry letter from the China Securities Regulatory Commission, halting its 12-day winning streak?"

"Opening at the daily limit down! Leading H1N1 flu concept stock hit by black swan event of divorce and share reduction, market funds rush to seek safe haven!"

The sudden "black swan event" not only caused Jianfeng Group to hit its daily limit down, but also Hualan Biological and Da'an Gene could not withstand it and were collectively hit with their daily limit down.

Speculative investors such as Zhang Jianping, Xu Xiang, and Qiu Baoyu immediately dumped their holdings, leaving retail investors stranded at the peak.

On online forums for retail investors, such as Eastmoney, Sina Finance, Tencent Finance, NetEase Finance, and Baidu Tieba, countless posts are filled with the lamentations of retail investors.

[Newbie Braised Pork]: I just bought into Jianfeng Group yesterday at the limit up price, and now you're making me suffer at the limit down price? Are you trying to kill me?
[Small Investor]: Oh no, oh no, stop falling! My entire fortune is in there! Release it now!
[Old-fashioned steamed bun]: Lin Bei, I'll fuck your mother! Who the hell said that the H1N1 flu would last for several months?
While the internet was filled with lamentations, Zhong Qifeng, far away in the Hongyue Building, was pale, his lips were white, and his whole body was trembling.

He clicked the mouse frantically, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself, "Sell it!"

"Sell them for me first!"

"Let me go!!!"

(End of this chapter)