Chapter 77 Gambler

Lin Menghan was thinking about the interview, so she changed the subject and said:

"Li Feng, Yao Jiu hasn't arrived yet. Please use your phone to record a video for me while I interview some stockholders."

With that, Lin Menghan took out a pen and paper and went out.

Li Feng followed behind, picked up his mobile phone, held it high above his head, first recorded the scene, then recorded the gate of Hengtong Finance, recording everything inside and out clearly.

Ten minutes later, Yao Jiu came rushing over carrying a camera.

"Brother Feng, thank you!" He was wearing a hat and sweating profusely. As he spoke, he set up the machine and started recording frantically in Liu Bin's trading room.

Soon, a reporter from City B's Metropolitan News arrived. Wang Jiaji appeared out of nowhere, and passersby and stockholders near the Changzheng Securities branch all came over to watch the excitement.

More and more people gathered, blocking the road.

Seeing that more and more people were coming, police officer Li Chaoyang advised:

"Everyone, disperse. Shareholders, please select a few representatives and go to the police station with Liu Bin to give your statements. Reporters, if you want to interview us, please come along. Oh, and where are the people from Hengtong Finance? Please send someone to cooperate with the investigation..."

"Officer Li, I'll go, I'll go..." Wang Hu walked over, glanced at Liu Bin, leaned next to him, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master Liu, is the money in place?"

Liu Bin frowned and pretended not to hear.

Wang Hu's face instantly darkened. He clenched his fists and threatened, "Young Master Liu, you want to hide in jail to avoid your debts? Humph, forget it!"

After a pause, Wang Hu sneered again, "If Young Master Liu really wants to hide from his debts in the police station, I will accompany you!"

Hearing this, Li Chaoyang glanced at the two of them. He was too lazy to bother with their debt dispute, so he urged, "Let's go, let's go to the police station..."

A group of dozens of people crowded towards the police station, but attracted more passers-by to watch and point fingers.

More than an hour later, Lin Menghan returned to the trading room.

"Aren't you going to edit the film?" Li Feng stared at the computer screen without turning his head.

"Don't worry, I just asked. The movie can be released tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It's all fine. What are you watching? Why are you so fascinated?" Lin Menghan leaned over and a scent wafted over.

Li Feng smelled it, his heart fluttering, he quickly calmed down and said, "Save the market! Another rescue policy has been issued!"

"Which department is it this time?"

"The Fund Association, private equity tycoons, etc., just look." Li Feng gave up his seat. Lin Menghan tidied her hair, sat in front of the computer and looked over.

I saw several pieces of news integrated in front of me.

First, the Fund Industry Association advocates seizing good investment opportunities.

The second one is even more exciting. Wang Yawei, Mo Taishan, Dan Bin and other 13 fund bosses collectively sang praises for A shares.

On the third day, Guotai Junan lowered the margin requirement and raised the conversion rate.

Zhao Xinyue also leaned over and took a closer look. Then, she turned back to look at Li Feng and said, "This time, 13 big guys are all bullish..."

Li Feng smiled bitterly and sighed:

"I am bullish, but I don't know whether the bullish sentiment is about blue-chip stocks or the ChiNext, or whether it is my own holdings or the favorites of others."

Then, Li Feng said:

"Everyone's holding costs, holding periods, and even holding logic are different, which will lead to different operations. So don't blindly believe in authority, but have your own opinions. Otherwise, if you blindly listen to news and blindly look at indicators, you will sooner or later fall into the trap of Cao Song and others."

"It's like a knife. In the hands of a chef, it's a tool for making delicious dishes. In the hands of a criminal, it's a tool for committing murder. And in the hands of a farmer, it might be a sharp blade for harvesting fruits and vegetables. When we trade stocks, we must have our own ideas to make good use of the knife in our hands."

Zhao Xinyue and Lin Menghan listened intently.

However, there was some movement in the trading room next door.

"Mr. Liu, you should stay here tonight! Think carefully about when you can pay off the 500,000 yuan debt." It was Wang Hu who brought Liu Bin back.

Liu Bin said nothing, sitting still in the chair, in a daze, and then in a daze again. He had experienced so many things that day, so many that his brain seemed to be frozen.

He suffered losses from stock speculation, was framed by Cao Song, and was placed under house arrest in Hengtong Finance. It all seemed like a dream, so unreal.

He picked up his cell phone, wanting to call a few friends or ask a few men to do some work, but after thinking about it, he put the phone down again.

"No, I can't let my family know about the losses I've suffered in the stock market. I borrowed 5 million yuan from my family under the pretext of starting a business. If Dad finds out, he'll definitely eat me alive."

After a long time, a series of "drip-drip-drip" sounds pulled him out of his trance.

He opened his eyes wide, leaned over the computer monitor, and saw that three more pieces of good news had been released.

"There really are good news, three more good news... My judgment is right! My judgment is right!" Liu Bin's heart seemed to have regained its courage, and he muttered to himself, "Three yesterday, three today, needless to say, there will definitely be more tomorrow! As long as the market doesn't rise, I will keep sending them out until it does!"

"The national will isn't just talk; it's real action!" Liu Bin clenched his fists and slammed them down on the computer desk. "I was just tricked by Cao Song. If I change stocks, I can definitely make a comeback. Absolutely! One hundred percent!"

Liu Bin's eyes lit up like a gambler. After a few quick thoughts, he pulled out his cell phone, found a number, and called it, saying, "Mom, give me another 5 million yuan!"

"What? Another 5 million?! Didn't you just take 5 million from home? You spent it so quickly? How did you spend it?" Liu's mother asked in surprise on the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry about how I spend it. Just give me another 5 million yuan! Quick! I need it urgently!" Liu Bin shouted.

"No, it's too much, 2 million at most. Our family doesn't have that much cash. I even hid the 5 million from your father last time." Liu's mother refused.

Liu Bin's face turned stern and he scolded:

"Are you really my mother? You can't even bear to give me this little money? My dad left all the money with you, and I, your son, can't even take it back. Are you holding onto that money to die?! Instead of that, why don't you give it to me? I can use it to start a business and make money. Let me tell you this: if you don't give me money today, don't even think about me providing for you when you're old!"

Mother Liu choked up and said:

"Son, isn't Mom just afraid you'll go astray? Besides, business has been tough these past two years, with only a little over 10 million in profit each year. So, I'll give you another 5 million. Be good, and spend it sparingly. This is all the cash we have..."

"Transfer the money to me quickly! You're so nagging!" Liu Bin hung up the phone and kept refreshing the stock market information while cursing.

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These days, I have been writing about the 2015 stock market crash. I have been dizzy from searching for information, but I have also gained a lot. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.