Chapter 10 The Philosophy of Stock Trading

"Raise your hand and insert the catheter." Zhao Xinyue said with a stern face.

"Yes, sir." Li Feng looked at her pretty face and smiled.

"Humph! I'll let you smoke, I'll let you smoke."

Zhao Xinyue muttered, deliberately tilting the needle, which made Li Feng grimace again. He said hurriedly, "No more sucking. I won't suck it again."

"If you suck it again, there won't be a next time!"

Zhao Xinyue inserted the injection, administered the fluid, and skillfully connected Li Feng to the electrocardiogram monitor.

"drop--"

Various indicators were displayed on the small screen, and everything was normal. Zhao Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Next to him, Patient No. 2 tilted his head, revealing a fat face.

The man was in his fifties and had a scar on the right side of his face that was writhing like an earthworm, looking quite scary.

"Number One, why are you back again?" he asked.

"Because of greed for a cigarette, I almost lost my life."

Li Feng smiled bitterly.

"Tsk, tsk, you're such a heavy smoker,"

Patient No. 2 praised quietly, "This girl is great, cherish her. You've been in a vegetative state for three years, and this girl has taken care of you for three years, wiping you down every day. You're able to wake up thanks to her."

"If I were twenty years younger, no, ten years younger, I would definitely get her."

Li Feng turned his head slightly and looked at Zhao Xinyue.

Zhao Xinyue seemed to sense something and looked back.

Their eyes met, and both felt their hearts pounding.

"There's hope, there's hope!" Patient No. 2 clapped his hands.

Zhao Xinyue's head turned slightly when she heard this. She pulled out a piece of paper, looked at Patient No. 2, and said, "Patient No. 2, please go to the dialysis room for dialysis."

"Okay, okay." Patient No. 2 responded.

"Xinyue, please help me get the laptop." Li Feng handed over the key.

"Want to study stocks again?"

Zhao Xinyue took the key and muttered, "You just woke up and you're already trading stocks. Can't you just rest for a couple of days? I think you've gone crazy."

Li Feng remained silent, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Indeed, stocks are magical.

Its ups and downs affect the hearts of hundreds of millions of investors.

Its ups and downs carry the dreams of financial freedom for countless people.

Now, my three-year agreement is entirely placed on it.

Li Feng was thinking silently. Zhao Xinyue stood up gently, went back to the house, got the laptop and put it in front of him.

The sound of keyboard typing rang out, and pieces of news flashed before Li Feng's eyes, leaving traces in his mind and impressions for the future. Before he knew it, it was late at night.

The other side of City B.

In an upscale residential area surrounded by pavilions and terraces.

Lin Menghan was wearing a silk nightgown, leaning lazily in the computer chair, with her straight and slender legs resting on the footrest beside her, showing a charming curve.

She stretched out her slender hand and tidied her long hair that had just been washed. She stared at the computer and began to analyze today's stock market conditions.

Today, the stock market plummeted.

Banks led the decline.

“What a great fall!”

Lin Menghan pulled up the K-line charts of China Merchants Bank, Minsheng Bank, Industrial Bank, and Shanghai Pudong Development Bank. The more he looked at them, the happier he became. "Want to go against the trend and buy the bottom of the big blue chips? That's like walking into a tiger's mouth, courting death."

Then, she called up the K-line chart of Yijing Optoelectronics, and a large negative line of 5.54% appeared in front of her.

"Don't panic, it's just a technical adjustment,"

Lin Menghan studied it carefully and said to herself, "On June 29th, there was a large amount of limit-up, and a single yang broke through the three moving averages. This is a reversal! The huge volume and negative closing on July 2nd was due to the suppression of the moving average. The past few days have been volatile and adjusted, and it has not broken through 6 yuan to create a new low."

"This is a new energy stock with a vibrant nature. Once the broader market improves, it will definitely trigger a rally."

“Even if there is no market and I make a misjudgment, I can stop the loss after it breaks 6.”

"Keep the loss within 10%."

"It's absolutely safe."

Lin Menghan closed the computer with satisfaction and picked up her cell phone.

In an instant, a thought popped into her mind: I’m so good at stock trading, why don’t I teach Zhao Xinyue myself?

As long as I take action, how can that guy take advantage of the opportunity to enter?

Lin Menghan opened WeChat and started chatting, "Xinyue, learn stock trading from me in the future. You are not allowed to learn from that guy. His skills are not good, and it would be bad if you learned the wrong way."

With a point of her jade finger, the message was transmitted to Zhao Xinyue's mobile phone a hundred miles away.

"This..." Zhao Xinyue opened her cell phone and hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Li Feng asked.

"fine."

Zhao Xinyue smiled, waved her fingers lightly, and sent a message.

"Menghan, I think Li Feng's stock trading philosophy is quite correct. Isn't that what the book says? Only by looking at the big picture can you make big money. I think you should learn more from him, Menghan. You can't always buy at the bottom, stop loss, buy at the bottom again, and stop loss again..."

"What do you know? This is called trading discipline!"

Lin Menghan's pretty face was covered with frost. She sent a message and scolded from a distance.

"It's a good thing to have trading discipline, but what if this trading discipline is wrong?" Zhao Xinyue argued.

"you……"

Lin Menghan was so angry that her best friend betrayed her that her hands were shaking. She threw her phone onto the bed.

After a long time, she was so angry that she picked it up again, rolled her eyes, and picked out some of the most shocking stock market news and passed it over.

He thought to himself, "Zhao Xinyue is still a new stock investor after all. She's just been temporarily bewitched by that person. I just need to scare her a little and she'll definitely wake up."

The stock market encounters another Black Monday!

Interest rate cuts! Financing! Bank stocks continue to fall!

European debt crisis breaks out! Financial stocks plummet!

Zhao Xinyue clicked on it curiously and read it. The more she read, the more unsure she became, and her face became a little worried.

I thought to myself: Li Feng wants to invest in bank stocks. Has he read the news?

If you don’t watch it, it will be bad.

Li Feng saw her expression changing constantly, so he raised his head and asked with concern:

"Xinyue, what's wrong with you? You look so bad."

"Li Feng, have you read the news? These are all big things, bad things, and very bad news. What if..." Zhao Xinyue was so concerned that she quickly moved the phone in front of Li Feng.

Li Feng looked at it for a few times, smiled and said:

"I've seen it all, and it sounds very weird. But, Xinyue, have you forgotten what I do?"

"The news in the stock market is full of truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth. You can't take it too seriously, but you can't take it too seriously either. Generally speaking, in a bear market, you should focus more on good news, and in a bull market, you should pay attention to bad news."

Then, Li Feng pointed at his phone and said, "It seems that Lin Menghan is a news lover. Tell her that it's better not to read these news."

Zhao Xinyue nodded, not quite understanding what he meant, and sent the message by clicking with one hand.

After Lin Menghan received it, she bit her teeth with a crunching sound.

I kept cursing in my heart.

After a long moment, she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and her expression suddenly became stern and elegant. With a cold gaze, she typed, "Xinyue, this Friday, see you at my house."

Zhao Xinyue was startled when she saw it. She quickly put away her phone and her face suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong again?" Li Feng asked.

"No, nothing." Zhao Xinyue hid aside, bit her lip, and typed, "Yeah."

"snort!"

Lin Menghan stood up, her long hair falling to her waist.

She moved her lotus steps lightly, her legs faintly visible, and came to the wardrobe. She reached in and took out a small leather whip.

"Xinyue, you are mine, no one can take you away!"