Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Tell one group, "PetroChina is going to rise, buy now," and tell another group, "PetroChina is going to fall, sell now."

The scammers don't even know if the price is going up or down; it's either going up or down. They block the group that guesses wrong, and split the group that guesses right into two groups... There are plenty of suckers out there! They hit and run.

No matter the region or country, there are always financial scandals.

In Japan in 91, it wasn't so much that the regulations were lax, but rather that the regulatory agencies simply hadn't imagined that money could be made this way, and could only follow behind and patch up the loopholes.

The situation in Japan is particularly serious.

In addition to the collusion between organized crime and Japanese officials to maliciously manipulate the financial market, some individuals conspired with stock exchange brokers to exploit loopholes in the trading system to conduct short selling without holding shares. Others colluded with overseas short-selling institutions to establish large short positions and spread negative news domestically to maliciously suppress stock prices.

Of course, Xiuming's current assets are still a bit far from those, and he is looking at the stock display, thinking about how to lock in intelligence.

If you're considering locking in the stock market, you can lock in the overall market index.

Nikkei 225 futures index, Tokyo Stock Exchange stock price index, Nikkei 500 average stock price index, various industry sector indices, Osaka Stock Exchange futures market data, and foreign exchange rates.

Locking in these indices is not very useful for very short-term long positions.

You need to focus on key stocks. Although you only have one chance to do so each day, the probability of making money is greatly increased. Choose high-priced stocks, as they have large price fluctuations.

NTT (Telecommunications Telephone) in Japan is a good example. In 1987, its stock price soared from 160 million yen per share to 318 million yen per share. Now it has dropped a bit to 220 million yen per share.

The fluctuation range is 30 yen.

locking:

[NTT's stock price is expected to fall to a low of 215 million yen sometime within the next 12 hours.]

[NTT's stock price is expected to rise to a maximum of 245 million yen sometime within the next 12 hours.]

[Sometime within the next 12 hours, NTT will be splitting up its business, with its mobile phone business becoming NTT DoCoMo.]

Are they trying to fleece investors before the stock split? I don't know if it's true or not; I'll buy and sell on the same day.

The ironclad rule of ultra-short-term trading, "stop loss first, profit second," has become insignificant in the face of readily available intelligence.

Estimated revenue is 10 million yen.

Hideaki dialed Tachibana's number again. He didn't have time to test her quick wit anymore; if she made a mistake, he was sure he would make her suffer.

It was answered after just one ring.

"Hideaki-kun, I'm waiting for you..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Keep an eye on NTT's stock price when the market opens. Buy it with all your funds when it reaches 215 million yen, and then immediately place a sell order with all your funds at a limit price of 245 million yen."

"Full position?! Okay...okay."

"That's all, I'll hang up now."

"Ah, please wait a minute," Tachibana said urgently, "Hideaki-kun, aren't you going to set a stop-loss order?"

"What stop-loss order? It's all about the thrill. I don't see 'firefighters' who cut their losses to survive, only 'snipers' who buy and sell with precision. You'd better be my sniper, and the benefits will be huge, got it?"

"Okay...okay."

"Let's have lunch together at 5 pm! You choose the place, bye."

"Huh? Isn't it eight o'clock...? It's eight o'clock...? Eight o'clock...?"

Beep beep—the phone went dead; it's been disconnected for a while.

"How sudden..."

Tachibana put down the microphone and stood there stunned for a moment.

Seventy-nine million yen, bought it without batting an eye. What a confident man! Is he just playing with fire? My heart is pounding...

She quickly rubbed her face to compose herself, then pulled up the NTT stock price chart and, following closely behind the Toyota stock price, started watching the market twenty minutes in advance.

"Are you crazy? Not only did you buy in with your entire capital, but you didn't even set a stop-loss order. Are you trying to make me lose everything?"

Just as Xiuming hung up the phone, Ezaki, wearing a white shirt, ran down the stairs from the second floor. He had only put on one sleeve of the white shirt, and the hem of the shirt fluttered in the wind like a cape. His chest bounced wildly, and if you swept it off, you would think he was running down without a shirt on.

"This shows a huge lack of trust in me, and you've disappointed me greatly. Do ten squats right now to apologize. You don't need to button your shirt; just stand in front of me and do them."

Hideaki spun the single sofa around, facing Ezaki who had run up to him.

"You still have the mood to joke?" Jiang Qi's face turned red with anger as he buttoned up his shirt. "If you make me lose all my money when the market opens later, I'll stomp you to death."

"A real man never explains or forces. I've suffered a direct emotional blow from you. When you make money later, you'd better think about how to show your appreciation. Otherwise, I won't hang out with you anymore."

"Then just wait and see!" Jiang Qi sat back in his chair with a dark face, slamming the newspaper down with a loud rustling sound.

Ayako poked half her head out from the second floor.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

Ezaki pointed at Ayako and said irritably, "If your man loses all my money, I'll beat you up."

"You talk like you're not your man, so hypocritical. I heard everything you two did in the room," Ayako pouted, then mimicked Ezaki's voice in a high-pitched voice, "It hurts, it hurts, stop! Are you a devil? It really hurts..."

Ezaki froze for a moment, then casually crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it at him.

Ayako chuckled and dodged aside, then waved to Hideaki: "You scumbag, come upstairs quickly, I've made you some clothes, try them on."

Ayako was indeed skillful; the clothes were tailored to fit perfectly, and she even made a pair of matching black cloth shoes.

"Wow~ So handsome!" Ayako exaggeratedly rested her chin on her hands, her eyes sparkling, and pouted, saying, "Kiss~"

"Get out of here," Hideaki waved and walked to the door, then turned back and said, "The first bite will definitely be Riko's."

"Go to hell!" Ayako grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

As Hideaki walked down the stairs, Ezaki stared intently at him and blinked.

"Flirted with me?" Xiuming raised an eyebrow and shrugged, taking his shoes and sitting in the entryway to put them on. He then stood up and said, "You'd better think about how to apologize to me! You shallow woman!"

Jiang Qi didn't want to argue with him anymore; he was too talkative. She asked directly, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to keep an eye on the market?"

"Just two stocks, do I really need to come personally? If Tachibana can't even handle this, I'll just sleep with her and not take responsibility! Of course, I'll have dinner with her."

After saying that, Xiuming strode away.

"Bastard!" Jiang Qi slammed his hand on the table with a "bang," the coffee cup trembled, and he fell into the sofa: He took so many advantages of me and never said he would take responsibility for me... What a scumbag!

Chapter 92 Head of Game Development Studio (5000 words)

In May, the sun is warm and the breeze is cool.

Fish-scale-shaped white clouds filled half of the azure sky.

Hideaki took Ayako's monthly pass and boarded the tram bound for Nishi-Shinjuku Central Park.

He was going back to the supermarket to check on the full-time employees Eri had hired. If they were secretly bullying Riko, he wouldn't care if she was a pitiful person or not; he would fire them immediately.

Although the trains at noon are not as crowded as during the morning and evening rush hours, the seats are still full in the bustling Kabukicho Ichiban-gai area of ​​Higashi-Shinjuku.

They were all young men and women, and there were quite a few people in the aisle as well.

During this period, a peculiar phenomenon occurred on Japanese trains: many men, upon boarding the train, would immediately raise their hands above their heads and then scan each woman passing by with extremely wary eyes.

They were truly terrified by the "train pervert" incident.

Once a woman accuses a man of sexual harassment, both judges and police will tend to make a decision based on the law with a "presumption of guilt" tendency. If the man cannot prove his innocence, he is easily convicted.

In such a crowded tram, unintentional physical contact is inevitable, and even if there is surveillance, it will be useless and can easily be misunderstood.

Insurance companies saw a business opportunity in this and created a special insurance product called "Pervert Insurance" specifically for men who frequently ride trams and subways.

However, such "pervert insurance" is also a way to exploit people. Once a person is convicted, the insurance company will refuse to pay compensation on the grounds that the customer has violated the law. Only if the customer proves his or her innocence can he or she receive compensation.

Hideaki also received a flyer for "Pervert Insurance" on the tram, which he then returned to the salesman.

There's no need for that at all; he's least afraid of being framed.

According to big data statistics, more than 80% of Japanese women who experience sexual harassment on trains choose to silently endure it.

Once things get serious, they won't dare to speak out.

She only knows how to bully honest people; I slapped her across the face.

Unfortunately, during the ten-odd minute train ride, what Hideaki had hoped for didn't happen, and he jumped off the train at the entrance of Nishi-Shinjuku Central Park with a sense of regret.

On the right side of the one-way road, stepping on the red brick-paved pedestrian street, passing the gate of your own community, and then past several shops along the street that still have "For Rent" signs, turn a large round bend, and about thirty meters away is "Miyamoto 100 Yen Supermarket".

It's still lunchtime, and groups of office workers are coming out to find food in the "Tokyo Financial Center" building across from the shopping mall.

One corner of the glass curtain wall of the shopping mall is located at a small intersection, and there are also food stalls at the four corners of the intersection.

There was a stall selling rice bowls and bento boxes right next to the curtain wall.

Of course, the place with the most people is still their own supermarket.

According to Riko's statistics last night, various pre-made bento boxes, tea eggs, instant coffee, and cup noodles sold the fastest.

If it weren't for the fact that running a restaurant is too tiring and the investment in equipment is too large, opening a husband-and-wife fast food restaurant here would be the fastest way to make money.

They've now moved the long table from inside the shop to outside the door, and there's a bunch of bento boxes on the table.

A woman in a dark blue suit was introducing bento box options to customers. After the customers made their selections and paid, she helped pack the bento boxes and handed them over.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, around 25 or 26 years old, with a standard oval face, a pale complexion due to insufficient blood and qi, and dull, malnourished yellow hair tied back.

She's a rather slender beauty, and I do know what cherry lips are.

She seems quite diligent, but she's lost some weight. Can she even lift a 50-pound bag of rice? She definitely can't.

"Sir, would you like to take a look at the lunchbox?"

When Xiuming arrived at the supermarket entrance, Chieko noticed that although he was not old, he was dressed very well and had a very good demeanor, so he didn't seem like someone who would eat lunch. However, seeing that he was quite kind, she subconsciously introduced him to the lunch boxes.

Xiuming was dressed in all black, and the fabric was an embroidered base cloth specially selected by Lingzi. It was originally a high-end fabric used for an embroidery exhibition, but it cost a lot of money.

As for the style of the top, Ayako hadn't specifically studied how to design clothes, so she made various borrowings and modifications based on her personal aesthetics. Knowing that Hideaki wasn't the type to wear a tie, she removed the lapel of the suit and made it a stand-up collar.

Adding some of my own embroidery, I discovered that the finished product was a hodgepodge of a Western suit, a Zhongshan suit, and a Tang suit.

With his Western-style tailored fit, the asceticism of a Zhongshan suit, the nobility of a Tang suit, and Xiuming's handsome face that is both human and beastly, those who don't know his personality will have a very favorable first impression of him.

"What's your name?" Xiuming asked.

"Huh?" Chieko was taken aback, but quickly maintained her professional smile. "You can call me Chieko. Sir, please choose a lunch bento! It's a great deal, all 100 yen a bento!"

What kind of customer would directly ask a shop assistant's name? Doesn't that seem a bit presumptuous? But if it were him, perhaps he was just asking casually.