Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Some things have a cause and an effect; some things are just a matter of turning a plan against a plan. As for which one, Zhang San didn't want to know. He was just a businessman, making money and enjoying life.

Now that the opportunity has presented itself, it's natural not to let it slip by.

If he hadn't experienced so many things, Zhang San really wouldn't have dared to do this. Others gamble, he directly takes the money.

Looking back, on the second day after the 530 crash, I liquidated my account and my funds, losing a lot of money. It was truly a disaster.

When Zhang San thought about those novels with systems, cheat codes, and personal grandpas, he felt that it was too magical. Isn't rebirth the biggest cheat code and the biggest system? What's with the personal grandpa? If they really existed, he would immediately go and die again. He felt that he could be possessed at any time.

After Zhang San saw the system, the cheat system, and the personal old man, he felt great. But after careful consideration, he realized that they were all demonic, tempting people to fall into depravity, and ultimately harvesting souls. Moreover, if the system, the cheat system, and the personal old man are omnipotent, then why do they need a host? The host is just a parasitic vessel; if it gets too powerful, it will devour the host.

Or, could there be another explanation: that the human, or the machine, ascended to heaven, but the original host had already died, and everything he experienced was just an alternative space-time created by the machine; everything was data, everything was a world programmed.

However, he also knew that what couldn't be achieved in reality could be dreamed of. After death, in the machine, one could do anything, as long as you were happy.

Meanwhile, in a building on the mainland, unknown to him, the space was divided into small rooms, where many people were sitting, typing data in front of computer screens.

"Why is the progress so slow?"

One of the men looked down at the crowd with some dissatisfaction. Three days had passed, and they had only collected less than half of the required chips, which was far from what they had anticipated.

"There are other people competing with us for shares. They are buying very quickly and in much larger quantities than we previously invested. Moreover, their trading methods are very ruthless, like they are snatching them up."

"Have you found their accounts? Have they violated any rules?"

"No, they are all normal institutional accounts."

"Send me a list of those organizations."

The person sitting there was clearly very unhappy. As the person in charge of this operation, he felt that he had not gained much from this strategy, but rather that the institutions had benefited.

If you can't make money, you're losing money; Zhang San is the same kind of person. He doesn't necessarily have to invest in stocks. If he doesn't invest in stocks, he has too much money and doesn't know where to invest it.

When someone brought him a small stack of A4 paper, he exclaimed in surprise, "So much?"

"Yes, they're all buying. This morning, the trading volume in just two hours has already exceeded 130 billion. This afternoon it should be close to 300 billion, and the total trading volume for both markets should reach over 500 billion, or even more, possibly breaking through 600 billion."

The man frowned, clearly displeased, but he had no choice but to accept it. If it were just one or two companies, he might have looked out for them in the future. But now, thousands of companies were entering the stock market at once, buying whatever they could find, regardless of whether it was a ST stock or not.

What's the point of playing this game?!

He called the group leaders over for a meeting to get everyone on the same page.

"Some troublemakers have entered today, what do you all think?"

How can they see it? They can see it with their eyes... but they dare not say that the other side has more power than they do.

"Someone has figured out our intentions, which puts us in a passive position. We might as well take the initiative and create momentum on the other hand, saying it's a last gasp before the storm..."

"Good idea, that's a good idea. It's settled then. Our goal is not just not to sell it for money, but to make money."

A few days later, after the overall market plummeted by 18%, the stock market began to rise, forming a perfect V-shaped reversal. Moreover, it seemed that both sides were buying very quickly, in order to grab shares.

"Heh... These people are determined to grab the chips, aren't they? Let's see how you die."

"We push the price up faster, some even hitting the daily limit, and then we accumulate shares."

Every bull market involves sector rotation. When one sector is being manipulated, the funds generated are all directed to the next sector in a coordinated manner, with everyone working together to manipulate the market and then profit from retail investors.

In mainland China, retail investors are the ones who get fleeced, while institutional investors are the ones who get the sickle.

This sudden reversal has attracted a lot of attention, especially from veteran stock market investors, who have noticed that the entire market is basically all in the green, and it's a sea of ​​red.

"This is incredible! This is incredible! A bull market is coming!" A 60-year-old retiree went straight to the computer and started placing orders. As for what to buy? Of course, it was the same thing he had his eye on before.

Another person standing nearby saw the old man buying something and rushed in to buy something as well.

Driven by this, many people have gone in, while only a few may still be observing.

Zhang San also heard about it. He saw on the news that it was a retaliatory rebound, just a temporary resurgence. He didn't care about any of that. He posted on his rarely used Weibo: "I can sell my house this year and buy a bigger one next year."

"Look everyone, Zhang Liubao is speaking again. He's saying such nice things, we'd better stop."

"He used to say on Weibo that he could buy a house with six wallets, but I didn't believe it. Now I do. He said he'd sell the house this year, and I'm considering whether to sell it or not."

Do you own a house?

"This person is a charlatan. Don't believe him. Housing prices are so high, they'll fall sooner or later."

"He's just saying the price will drop next year. The person upstairs isn't thinking straight."

"Hehe... That year, I listened to him and bought a house. Now, I'm going to listen to him and sell the house, haha... Wish me luck, hehe... I'm going to buy two houses, one for myself and one to collect rent."

Zhang San found it quite amusing to see so many people complaining there.

As he scrolled down, someone asked him a question: "Zhang Dashen, where are you now? Your IP address seems to be in Los Angeles."

Hehe... What, trying to check yourself? Change your IP address next time, otherwise it'll be a real hassle.

He just wanted to give others a little hint, and he didn't dare say he would buy stocks this year. It wasn't for any other reason than that once the index reached over 6,000 points, he was afraid that people would lose control.

Moreover, some people might say "ten thousand points," but what are those ten thousand points? They're like the carrots hanging in front of the donkey pulling the cart—you can see them, but you can't eat them.