Ma Yunfei opened a securities account at one of the largest securities companies in City A and deposited five million yuan.
As is customary, one million yuan is required to enter the VIP room.
Ma Yunfei asked, "May I enter the VIP room?"
A staff member with pigtails smiled and replied, "Sir, you meet the requirements for entering the VIP room. I will take you there immediately."
Ma Yunfei followed the girl with pigtails upstairs. The corridor on the second floor was lined with offices.
The girl with pigtails pushed open the door to the second office.
This office has eight cubicles, each containing a desk, a chair, and a computer.
Ma Yunfei couldn't help but frown; the conditions in this VIP room were far too poor.
The girl with pigtails pointed to a cubicle in the corner and said to Ma Yunfei, "Please sit here."
After saying that, she turned on the computer and said, "Please reset the login password. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the first floor to find me. My surname is Liu, just call me Xiao Liu."
After saying this, Xiao Liu smiled at Ma Yunfei and left.
Ma Yunfei was very disappointed. After all, he was a client with five million yuan in funds, which was not a small amount. Although he didn't insist on arranging a single room for him, he couldn't be crammed into this eight-person room.
The other seven cubicles were occupied by people, each intently staring at their computer screens.
Sitting in the cubicle next to Ma Yunfei was a little old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles. He was the only one who looked up, smiled at Ma Yunfei, and nodded, as if to say hello.
Ma Yunfei smiled at the old man, sat down, reset the login password, and then opened the stock trading system.
The stock he was going to manipulate wouldn't be listed for another three days, and it increased sixfold after listing.
Ma Yunfei stretched, shut down his computer, and closed his eyes to rest.
He carefully recalled the trajectory of the stock after it was listed three days later. On the first day of listing, it flipped over, and on the second day, it first fell by 5%, and then hit the daily limit up.
It then hit the daily limit for four consecutive days, before consolidating at a high level for a month.
Ma Yunfei devised his operating procedure, sneered, and thought to himself: I'm a time traveler, I know the trend of every hot stock in my heart, it would be strange if I didn't make money.
When it was time for lunch, Yangjiaobian entered the main room carrying a basket containing boxed lunches.
The girl with pigtails gave each cubicle a box.
Ma Yunfei discovered that there were two types of boxed meals: one in a white plastic box and the other in a black plastic box.
The white plastic box is smaller, while the black plastic box is much larger.
There were also two bottles of beer in the basket.
The girl with pigtails handed Ma Yunfei a white plastic lunchbox.
Ma Yunfei noticed that the man with the pigtails was given a black plastic lunchbox.
The old man next door also received a white plastic lunchbox and ate it with relish.
He ate half of his meal, then moved his chair closer to Ma Yunfei's cubicle and asked, "Young man, you're not even thirty yet, are you?"
Ma Yunfei nodded and replied, "I am twenty-eight years old."
The old man exclaimed in admiration, "The younger generation is truly formidable!"
Ma Yunfei asked curiously, "Grandpa, are all the VIP rooms here eight-person rooms?" The old man replied in a low voice, "Young man, you're new here and don't know the rules. Let me tell you: those with one million to ten million in assets are only entitled to sit in the eight-person VIP rooms; those with ten million to fifty million can sit in the four-person VIP rooms; and those with more than fifty million can sit in the single-person VIP rooms."
Ma Yunfei stuck out his tongue and said, "My goodness, the hierarchy is so strict."
He then asked, "Why are there two kinds of boxed meals here?"
The old man replied with a smile, "These boxed meals are also divided into different grades. Those with a monthly transaction volume of less than 10 million can only eat white plastic boxed meals, which cost eight yuan; those with a monthly transaction volume of 10 million to 50 million can eat black plastic boxed meals, which cost fifteen yuan; and those with a monthly transaction volume of more than 50 million will also get a bottle of beer and a serving of fruit."
Ma Yunfei stuck out his tongue and said, "Hehe...it seems that hierarchical systems are everywhere."
"Young man, I've been here for more than half a year, eating white plastic boxed lunches every day, but I'm already very satisfied."
The man with the protruding belly finished his meal in a few bites. He let out a loud burp, stood up, stretched, and glanced at Ma Yunfei with disdain in his eyes.
Ma Yunfei asked the old man in a low voice, "Grandpa, how much capital does this potbelly have?"
"Hehe... He only has two million in capital, but he trades frequently, which means he's a short-term speculator, unlike me, who trades long-term."
Ma Yunfei doesn't speculate on long-term or short-term investments; he speculates on high-performing stocks.
The old man asked, "Young man, did your parents give you the money to invest in stocks?"
Ma Yunfei shook his head and replied, "I earned it myself by doing small business."
The old man gave him a thumbs up and praised him, "Young man, you're really something. You have millions at such a young age. It seems you're quite something."
Ma Yunfei smiled modestly and replied, "I was just lucky and made a little money, it's nothing."
The old man cautioned, "Young man, stock trading is different from doing business. In business, as long as you are careful, you generally won't make any big mistakes. But stock trading is different; one wrong step and you'll fall into an abyss."
Clearly, the old man meant well in reminding Ma Yunfei.
Ma Yunfei immediately developed a very good impression of the little old man.
There was a ceiling fan in the center of the office, but Ma Yunfei's cubicle was on the far side, so he could hardly feel any breeze.
It was the height of summer in July, and Ma Yunfei was sweating profusely in his cubicle. He thought to himself, "I need to go find the girl with pigtails and ask her to give me a different cubicle. Otherwise, I'm bound to get heatstroke sitting here."
After finishing lunch, Ma Yunfei went downstairs and found the pigtails without much trouble.
"Hello, Xiao Liu."
Xiao Liu immediately asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Oh dear! The cubicle I'm sitting in is far from the ceiling fan, so I don't feel any breeze at all. I'm very sensitive to heat, and look, my shirt is soaked with sweat. Could you please let me move to another place?"
Xiao Liu said with difficulty, "Sir, our branch has a lot of big clients, and all the rooms are full. However, we do have a few private rooms available, but you don't have enough funds."
Judging from what the person with pigtails said, it seems they want Ma Yunfei to invest some more money.
Ma Yunfei thought to himself: In less than a month, my funds will exceed ten million. At that time, you will have to change my room without me even saying anything.
Perhaps in less than six months, I will be able to sit in a large single room without any problem.
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