bullyxtreme Chapter 12 Doubling Funds
Chapter 12 Doubling Funds
The next morning at nine o'clock, Lingyun arrived at the securities business department.
Yesterday, Lingyun established a position of 20 shares of Shenzhen Technology at a cost price of 4.6 yuan.
At this moment, Shenzhen Technology's stock price is fluctuating upwards. On the intraday chart, the white curve representing the stock price trend only briefly dips before being quickly pulled up by stronger buying pressure, constantly breaking the "high point" perceived by most people present.
However, Ling Yun's brow furrowed slightly as he calmly and meticulously conducted a technical analysis: After the stock price reached a new high of 6.15 yuan, the corresponding red volume bars below, while still maintaining a high level, showed subtle changes in their internal structure. The sustainability of proactive buying was weakening, and the order book showed that scattered sell orders were beginning to appear at higher price levels, with relatively large individual orders, indicating a decline in buying power—a precursor to "volume-price divergence."
The stock price has deviated significantly from the 20-day moving average, a crucial mid-term support level. Behind the current dramatic price action lies a significant risk of a potential crash, as technical indicators have entered the absolute "overbought zone."
The constantly fluctuating numbers on the screen represented a massive unrealized profit of over 300,000, like a scorching flame, searing Ling Yun's rationality. The primal desire for "greed" swirled in his ears: "The trend is so strong, the leading stock has no ceiling! Maybe...maybe it can reach 6.5? Or even 7? Just one more day, even just one more hour..."
But Lingyun is someone who returned from the information explosion era, having witnessed countless bubbles forming and bursting. His investment philosophy contains a deeper fear than others—a fear of uncertainty, a fear of systemic risk. He constantly reminds himself:
"Discipline! The essence of trading is discipline, not prediction!"
"Never try to catch a falling knife, and never try to sell at the highest point!"
The time indicates 1:18 PM.
Shenzhen Technology's stock price, under the watchful eyes of countless people, broke through 6.18 yuan! And even once reached 6.20 yuan!
Several barely suppressed cheers and gasps of amazement erupted from the VIP room.
"Breakthrough! Another breakthrough!"
"My God! Shenzhen Technology is going to fly!"
"Damn it, I hesitated this morning and didn't dare to pursue her!"
The bald Mr. Wang slapped his thigh excitedly, his face flushed. Even the usually composed Old Zhou couldn't help but take a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze turning towards Ling Yun with a complex expression.
Ling Yun, however, kept a close eye on the trading screen. Suddenly, at the price of 6.25 yuan, a sell order of over 50,000 lots appeared! Although this sell order was instantly absorbed by a flood of buy orders, and the stock price even surged a few more points due to momentum,—"A giant sell order has appeared! Signs of major players distributing their shares are emerging!"
A chilling voice exploded in his mind! This was the final warning signal! Without the slightest hesitation!
Ling Yun sat up abruptly, grabbed the red internal telephone receiver with his left hand, and pressed the speed dial button on the trading counter with his right index finger.
"This is Ling Yun, account ****!" His voice came through the microphone, devoid of any emotion, as if issuing an order unrelated to himself. "Shenzhen Technology, stock code 000021, all holdings, 20 shares, market order at 6.18 yuan, sell!"
He didn't gamble on the elusive 6.20 yuan, nor did he wait for the potentially fluctuating 6.19 yuan. Instead, he directly listed 6.18 yuan, a price that had just been broken and had strong psychological support! What he wanted was certainty and speed!
"Repeated instruction: Shenzhen Technology, 6.18 yuan, 20 shares, market price sell, confirm?" The voice on the other end of the counter was filled with obvious shock and tension.
"Confirmed!" Ling Yun's voice was firm and decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority.
The phone hangs up.
"Sold! 8000 shares at 6.18 yuan!"
"Sold! 15000 shares at 6.19 yuan!"
"Sold! 22000 shares at 6.18 yuan!"
……
Ling Yun slowly leaned back into the sofa, even leisurely closing his eyes. He no longer looked at the screen that captivated countless hearts, but instead used his ears to precisely capture every confirmation of "deal."
When the final announcement, "All transactions completed, average transaction price: 6.18 yuan," came, Lingyun's eyelids finally lifted slightly.
It's over. A perfect short-term trade, now concluded.
He spoke calmly into the microphone, "Received, thank you."
He put down the phone receiver, picked up the cup of Longjing tea on the table—which had long since gone cold—and drank it down in one gulp, as if savoring a sweet dew. The icy bitterness instantly awakened all his senses, and a tremendous sense of relief and control, like a heavy burden being lifted, spread throughout his body.
No complicated calculations are needed. Cost: 4.6 yuan; average selling price: 6.175 yuan; 20 shares…
Gross profit: (6.175 - 4.6) * 200,000 = 315,000 yuan!
After deducting a small amount of transaction fees and stamp duty, the net profit exceeded 300,000! This means that his initial investment achieved an astonishing growth in this two-day trading session!
"hiss--"
"All...all sold?"
"My goodness, over 300,000!"
The silence was broken by gasps of surprise, murmurs of disbelief, and exclamations of astonishment.
Before long, the intraday chart started to turn downwards, and A-shares were wiped out. Retail investors who bought in at the high today could only watch helplessly as the stock price returned to the point where it started to rise. The cruelty of T+1 trading meant that they could only watch their losses and could do nothing about it.
Old Zhou let out a long sigh. He stepped forward, took out a box of cigarettes, handed one to Ling Yun, and lit it for him himself, his own hand trembling slightly. "Brother Ling..." His voice was hoarse and unusually solemn, "I...I'm convinced! Completely convinced! That decisiveness...is impressive!"
Mr. Wang, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape. He looked at Ling Yun with utter shock, envy, and a hint of awe he himself didn't realize. He murmured, "6.18 yuan... the highest point... sold it all... This... this is truly..."
The other major shareholders also gathered around, their tone filled with complex emotions:
"Brother Ling, your eye for talent is amazing!"
"The younger generation is truly formidable! They are indeed formidable! We old folks have wasted so many years of our lives!"
"This profit... is equivalent to what my small factory made in several years..."
Their gazes were fixed on Ling Yun, a mixture of emotions including envy, jealousy, admiration, and curiosity.
Ling Yun took the cigarette, lit it with Old Zhou's light, took a deep drag, letting the pungent smoke swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling. The white smoke blurred his young yet remarkably composed face. Looking at the various expressions of these "successful people" before him, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.
"Just luck, I was lucky." He said casually, downplaying all the thrilling moments.
But everyone present knew perfectly well that this was no simple matter of "luck." It was the result of keen insight, extraordinary patience, iron discipline, and the inevitable outcome of perfectly overcoming human weaknesses.
The current VIP trading rooms still lack privacy. There are no independent trading rooms, and transactions have to be communicated to traders by phone, so there is practically no privacy at all.
Ling Yun paid no heed to the surrounding noise; he wouldn't be coming to the branch office for the next two weeks. He wouldn't participate in the upcoming market fluctuations and declines; he was going to prepare for his grand internet cafe venture.