The man with the potbelly said angrily, "Manager Wang, why are the branch's regulations changing three times a day? This adjustment is unreasonable, and I strongly protest!"
Manager Wang explained with a smile, "Mr. Chen, this rule of our branch hasn't changed for a year. We only made the adjustment last week, so I'm really sorry. However, I think that you will definitely be able to sit in the four-person VIP room in the near future."
The general with the belly asked suspiciously, "I heard this kid only had five million in funds. Could it be that in just a few days, the funds have turned into twenty million?"
"Hehe... Old Chen, as the old saying goes: the younger generation is to be feared. This Mr. Ma may not be old, but he is very shrewd in stock trading. He made a fortune from the beginning to the end of this new stock that was listed three days ago. To be honest, this new stock is very strange. Even our brokerage's proprietary trading desk did not make much money and almost lost money."
General Belly stared wide-eyed at Ma Yunfei, muttering to himself, "This... how is this possible? I heard he's just a newbie."
The old man asked in surprise, "Little Ma, you...you really made a lot of money on this IPO?"
Ma Yunfei humbly said, "I just stumbled upon this by sheer luck. Maybe my funds will shrink significantly in a few days, and then I'll be back in this VIP room. Or maybe in the future I'll become a retail investor and return to the lobby of the brokerage."
Manager Wang patted Ma Yunfei on the shoulder again and urged, "Mr. Ma, quickly pack your personal belongings, I'll take you to the large four-person room."
Manager Wang was very polite to Ma Yunfei, even using the formal "you" (您) to address him.
Ma Yunfei shook hands with the old man and then left the eight-person VIP room.
In the new VIP room, only a middle-aged woman was sitting in a cubicle, typing away at a keyboard, intently trading stocks.
She saw Manager Wang come in and waved as a greeting.
She glanced at Ma Yunfei, her expression somewhat surprised.
Manager Wang introduced, "Mr. Ma, this lady is a top performer in our business department. She was just a retail investor last year, and in just over a year, her stock trading capital has increased more than twenty times. She's truly a miracle worker."
Ma Yunfei said modestly, "Big sister, please take care of me."
The older woman looked up, carefully examined Ma Yunfei, and exclaimed, "Young man, you're so young to have entered the VIP room. Did your parents give you the funds?"
Ma Yunfei shook his head.
The older woman, still curious, continued to ask, "Did you earn it yourself?"
Ma Yunfei nodded.
The eldest sister exclaimed in admiration, "That's impressive! Truly impressive!"
Ma Yunfei sat down, first changed the computer's login password, and then opened the computer software.
Manager Wang chatted with the older woman for a few words and then left.
The old man walked in silently, patted Ma Yunfei on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Little Ma, did you make a fortune by luck, or do you have a genius for stock trading?"
Ma Yunfei quickly stood up, pulled a chair from the cubicle next to him, and respectfully asked the old man to sit down.
The old man continued, "Little Ma, I've been thinking about this and I think you're a stock trading genius. I'd like to ask you which stocks you can trade to make money?"
Ma Yunfei thought for a moment and replied, "Sir, if there are any suitable stocks, I will notify you in advance and tell you the purchase price and the selling price."
The old man said gratefully, "Little Ma, thank you very much. To be honest, the million I invested in stocks wasn't all my own money. I borrowed a lot from relatives and friends. If I lose it all, I'll be finished."
Ma Yunfei said sincerely, "Grandpa, if you trust me, then follow my instructions."
Seeing Ma Yunfei's confident demeanor, the old man couldn't help but sigh, "Little Ma, I've always felt that stock trading requires genius, and perhaps you are a genius."
Ma Yunfei thought to himself: I am just a time traveler from decades ago, so I naturally know the trajectory of every stock.
The woman across from them overheard their conversation, stood up, and said, "Xiao Ma, from what you're saying, you seem to have complete confidence in stock trading. I want to remind you: there are no experts in the stock market. Don't be too confident. There's an old Chinese saying: 'Pride comes before a fall!'"
Ma Yunfei nodded repeatedly in agreement, saying, "Big sister is right. I think so too. Although I grasped the new stock four days ago very well, maybe it was just luck. In the future, I will definitely be humble and cautious."
The older sister nodded and said, "That's right. Also, this old gentleman shouldn't be too superstitious about Xiao Ma. When investing in stocks, you need to have your own opinions and not just follow the crowd."
The old man disagreed with his older sister's words, muttering, "I just have a feeling: Xiao Ma is a stock trading genius, and my feeling can't be wrong."
After the old man finished speaking, he glared at the older woman and turned to leave.
The older woman asked, "Xiao Ma, how long have you been trading stocks?"
Ma Yunfei held up two hands and replied, "Big sister, I just opened a securities account this month."
The older woman shrugged, tilted her head back, and laughed. After laughing, she said, "That old man seemed to think you were a living saint. I'm telling you, don't be too confident. If you trick him, he might come after you."
Ma Yunfei nodded repeatedly. He didn't want to offend this older woman. After all, the two of them were sitting in a large room and would run into each other all the time, so it was best to get along peacefully.
Ma Yunfei recalled an old stock that suddenly surged before its earnings announcement, hitting the daily limit for three consecutive days. He later learned that the stock's earnings had doubled compared to the previous year.
Twenty days later, on the morning of the day the stock hit its first daily limit up, Ma Yunfei wrote on a piece of paper: "Buy Dongfeng Machinery today, purchase at less than 9.2 yuan, and sell it at 27 yuan four days later."
After writing the note, Ma Yunfei immediately went to the large room for eight people.
The old man had arrived and was sitting in his cubicle, staring blankly into space.
He's been having a run of bad luck with stocks lately and has already lost over 200,000 yuan.
The old man spotted Ma Yunfei, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Ma Yunfei asked casually, "Grandpa, what did you have for breakfast?"
"Sigh! My stock trading hasn't been going well lately, so I haven't dared to eat or drink too much. This morning I had a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks."
When General Poor saw Ma Yunfei enter, his face immediately darkened. He muttered, "Returning home in glory? What's with the attitude? So what if he got into a four-person VIP room? Maybe he'll be rolling back in a few days."
Ma Yunfei pretended not to hear, walked over to the old man, and secretly slipped the note to him.
The old man quickly opened the note, glanced at it, and then immediately tore it into pieces, throwing the fragments into the spittoon.
Ma Yunfei turned and left.
Before leaving, he heard the pot-bellied general say, "Don't be so arrogant. You might be laughing all the way to the bank today, but you might be crying your eyes out tomorrow."
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