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Chen Hao had just sat down in the chair in the study, his buttocks barely touching the seat, and before he could even adjust his posture, his cell phone, which was on the right side of the desk, suddenly rang.

The ringtone was the default system tone, not harsh, but loud enough to break the silence in the study.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead raised his hand to rub his temples—he had just sat with his family in the living room for a while, and his mind was still filled with some jumbled thoughts, which needed some time to calm down.

But the phone kept ringing and showed no sign of stopping, so he reached out, his fingertips gliding across the cold screen, and picked it up.

Unlock the screen, and the name "Li Qingshan" appears on the caller ID.

Chen Hao showed no surprise. He lightly tapped the answer button, held the phone to his ear, and said in a steady voice without any extra emotion, "Hello, Qingshan."

Li Qingshan's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone, his excitement almost overflowing through the receiver.

There was even a slight, almost imperceptible crack in his voice, as if emotions that had been suppressed for too long had suddenly found an outlet, and the volume was also much louder than usual.

"Brother Hao! Brother Hao, check your phone! It's gone up! No, it's gone down! 'Zhongrun Medical' has plummeted!"

"Quickly open your stock trading app and check your account! Your unrealized profit is already over ten million! Over ten million, Brother Hao!"

Hearing his excited tone, Chen Hao smiled faintly. The smile was faint and fleeting, without excessive elation, only a calm sense of control.

He put down the hand that was rubbing his temples, and reached to the left side of the desk with his other hand to open the stock trading app that he had already downloaded.

The screen lit up, and the loading speed was very fast. His trading account interface popped up instantly.

Sure enough, the Hong Kong stock "Zhongrun Medical" that he had previously shorted continued to decline after the market opened today, showing no signs of rebounding.

The drop on the screen was still fluctuating, and it had now exceeded 15%.

On his account page, the unrealized profit figure changes in real time, increasing every second.

Chen Hao's gaze fell on the final figure of unrealized profit—1258 million.

The black numbers stand out on the white screen, without any unnecessary decorations, yet they have a strong impact.

He stared at the number for a few seconds, a slight thought flashing through his mind.

This wasn't the first time he'd made money in the stock market, but this was the first time he'd seen such a large unrealized profit.

He quickly calculated in his mind that, adding the principal in his previous account and the money he had earned from previous operations, his total assets had now easily exceeded 35 million.

This number was something he wouldn't have dared to imagine before, but now it was right before his eyes.

On the other end of the phone, Li Qingshan was still excitedly repeating himself, his tone full of disbelief and admiration:

"Brother Hao, you're amazing! You're practically a god! I knew I'd made the right choice by following you. I shorted this stock with you, and now I've made 2.31 million!"

Two million three hundred and ten thousand, Brother Hao! You know what? I've been trading stocks for so many years, starting with just tens of thousands of yuan, and I never thought I could earn so much at once!

The most I ever earned before was a few hundred thousand, and that took me more than half a year to get it. This time, I earned more than two million in just a few days. If this were before, I wouldn't even dare to dream of it!

Listening to his rambling reflections, Chen Hao's smile deepened. His tone remained calm, without a hint of boasting, and he simply said:

"Just lucky."

He has never liked to talk about his abilities, and even though this success was entirely due to his own analysis and judgment, he is used to downplaying it with the word "luck".

"What good luck, Hao-ge!" Li Qingshan immediately retorted, his tone extremely firm.

"This isn't luck at all; you're truly skilled! If it were just luck, how could you possibly hit the beat every time?"

The stock you recommended last time made a lot of money, and this time you made even more by shorting it. This clearly shows that your analysis was accurate and your insight was profound!

"Brother Hao, let me tell you, you're my benefactor on my stock trading journey. Without you, I probably would never have made this much money in my life!"

Li Qingshan's tone was extremely sincere, without the slightest flattery, and was entirely out of heartfelt admiration.

Chen Hao didn't interrupt him, but listened quietly. Only after he finished speaking did he hear Li Qingshan change his tone, his voice now carrying a hint of hesitation and probing:

"Brother Hao, there's something else I want to ask you. When do you think we should close out our positions?"

I just checked the stock's chart again, and it's still falling quite sharply. I think it has a lot more room to drop. Should we wait a bit longer? If it drops a few more points, we can make a lot more money!

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

He glanced down at the digital clock in the upper right corner of his desk, noted the time, then switched back to the stock trading app interface and opened the candlestick chart of "Zhongrun Medical".

The candlestick chart on the screen resembles a straight line plunging downwards, with dense green bars indicating a surge in selling pressure.

He stared at the candlestick chart for a good ten seconds, then looked at the various technical indicators, and had already made up his mind.

"Close the position in 21 minutes." Chen Hao's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness, without the slightest hesitation.

"Twenty-one minutes?" Upon hearing this time, Li Qingshan's hesitation deepened, even carrying a hint of confusion.

"Brother Hao, isn't it too early? Look at this trend, it's falling so sharply, it could drop at least another five points today."

"If we waited a little longer, we could have made a lot more money. Isn't it a waste to close the position so early?"

He was really reluctant to give up, after all, it was such a good opportunity to make money. Waiting for even one more minute could mean earning tens of thousands of yuan more, and twenty-one minutes might mean earning hundreds of thousands more.

"Don't be too greedy." Chen Hao's tone was calm, yet it contained a profound truth.

"The worst thing in the stock market is greed. You have to know when to take profits in order to truly hold onto them."

Close the position precisely at 21 minutes; don't wait a second longer.

He had witnessed too many instances where greed led to failure; he had already made a considerable amount, but his greed drove him to want more.

In the end, he not only gave back all the money he had earned, but also lost his principal. He kept this lesson in mind and would never repeat it.

Li Qingshan remained silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone, then did not refute.

He knew Chen Hao's temperament; once he made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it, and Chen Hao's judgment had never been wrong.

Although he was still a little reluctant, he immediately nodded in agreement:

"Okay, Hao-ge, I'll do as you say! Twenty-one minutes, I'll set my alarm and close the position on time, not a second more!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao placed it on his desk and turned his gaze back to the candlestick chart on his computer screen.