Chapter 3 Money Never Sleeps
"Hey, before, I was also a new stock investor. I didn't know anything. It was like looking for a partner. I would buy stocks with nice names, auspicious codes, and beautiful K-line patterns... Sometimes I would even play poker and dice to pick stocks."
"The performance was truly thrilling. Sometimes with good luck, the profits doubled in a month, and sometimes with bad luck, the profits were cut in half in a few months. It was a heart-pounding experience."
"Others used the money to buy houses and cars, but I put it all into the stock market."
"It took seven years to pay the tuition, and even new investors became experienced investors. Only then did they develop their own trading strategies and make some money."
"What trading strategy?" Zhao Xinyue's eyes sparkled with bright stars.
"A lot," Li Feng smiled mysteriously and closed his laptop. "I'll tell you slowly in the future. Now I'm very hungry, so I order you to order two takeouts. I'll treat you."
"mean!"
Zhao Xinyue stomped her feet angrily, turned her head away, thought for a while, and took out her mobile phone to order takeout.
The takeaway arrived quickly, and it was two servings of wontons.
Li Feng struggled for a while but still couldn't sit up from the hospital bed.
"Lie down, I, I'll feed you." After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Xinyi's face turned a little red.
Although she has been taking care of Li Feng for three years, he was in a vegetative state and unconscious before.
At this moment, he has woken up.
Moreover, the two of them were alone in the intensive care unit, which was indeed a bit delicate and awkward.
"Slow down, chew it thoroughly before eating."
The blush on Zhao Xinyi's face had not yet faded. For some reason, she suddenly became very interested in the past of this vegetative patient who had just awakened.
It should be a curiosity, and it will be fine after a few days.
She comforted herself in this way.
Li Feng ate the wontons in big mouthfuls. The long-lost taste buds hit the tip of his tongue, the familiar sound of teeth chewing came into his ears, and the warm juice fell into his stomach, making him feel relaxed and satisfied all over.
It’s great to be alive.
Soon, a serving of wontons was finished.
Li Feng wants to eat more.
Zhao Xinyue disagreed, so Li Feng had to give up.
Shamelessly, Li Feng asked for Zhao Xinyue's Alipay account, transferred 20 yuan to her, and silently memorized her phone number: 135XXXXXXXX.
Shunzihao, catchy, just like her name.
Li Feng turned sideways and looked at Zhao Xinyue who was cleaning the dishes, and felt an indescribable peace in his heart.
"Nurse Zhao, can I trouble you with one more thing?"
"What's the matter?" Zhao Xinyue turned around.
"Help me find a house for me when I'm discharged from the hospital in a few days."
"Discharge? How do you know you have to be discharged?" Zhao Xinyue was stunned, and she suddenly felt reluctant.
Li Feng looked at the ceiling and said slowly, "The stock market is like life. If my predictions are correct, after the news media finish interviewing me in a few days, my value will be gone, and it will be time for me to be discharged from the hospital."
"Really?"
"Sure." Li Feng was very sure.
There is no love without reason in the world.
This intensive care unit costs at least several thousand a day.
The greatest value of oneself is not the illusory scientific research value, but the news value that is right in front of us.
After Zhao Xinyue cleaned up the dishes, she checked the equipment and left.
Li Feng slowly shook his legs and arms. With the peristalsis of his intestines and stomach, the long-lost strength was slowly returning to his body. The brain secreted glucocorticoids rapidly, and one memory and one idea after another flashed in his mind.
Money never sleeps.
The 80,000 yuan in the account needs to be invested in the stock market as soon as possible.
The three-year agreement is neither long nor short, and there is no room for slackness.
Li Feng opened his laptop and began to study the stock market trends.
After three years of coma, I have too many debts to pay.
Industry situation, company news, stock market trends, etc.
The instruments in the intensive care unit were running quietly, making faint sounds. Li Feng stared at his laptop, having studied the stock market trends for five consecutive hours.
Suddenly, a hot post appeared on the headlines of Taobao Stock Exchange: "It's so rotten and smelly that even dogs don't care."
Dozens of people were making jokes under the hot post.
The most liked one is a jingle:
"I am like an evergreen pine tree, standing on solid rock. No matter how strong the wind blows, I will remain unmoved..."
The following posts are full of curses:
"When the market goes up, you don't buy; when the market goes down, you sell it like crazy. Anyone who wants to buy from you is a fool."
"Brothers, ever since I started selling at a loss and invested in small-cap stocks, my back and legs no longer ache, I eat more vigorously, and my stock account is also red..."
"I cut it, and I was freed."
"It is recommended to classify it as the Goubuli Plate and change its name to Stone in the Toilet."
"I totally agree!"
“I totally agree!”
Li Feng watched with great interest.
There are many talented people in the stock forum, the conversation is interesting, and more importantly, you can also collect first-hand stock market information.
Zhao Xinyue walked in at some point, saw the post, chuckled, and asked:
"What stock is called 'Big Rotten Stinky'?"
Li Feng turned around and saw her curved eyes. He was intoxicated for a moment. When he came to his senses, Zhao Xinyue's cheeks were slightly red.
Li Feng coughed and explained:
"Da Ran Chou is a nickname investors use for 'big blue chips,' specifically referring to stocks with particularly large market capitalizations, such as those in oil and electricity, banks, and insurance. In the past two years, it's primarily bank stocks."
"The past two years have been a typical bear market, with the Shanghai Composite Index retreating steadily to over 2,000 points. Insufficient funds in the market have naturally hindered the growth of blue-chip stocks. Investors who have bought blue-chip stocks are either selling at a loss or on the verge of selling at a loss. Naturally, they resent the blue-chip stocks and label them 'rotten and stinky.'"
As he spoke, Li Feng opened the K-line chart of the Shanghai Composite Index, and saw a towering mountain standing at 6124 points, followed by the two secondary high points of 3478 and 3306. After that, it went all the way south and slipped to around 2200 points.
"See? This is a bear market." Li Feng said, pointing to the K-line chart.
"You're still trading stocks in a bear market?"
"Why can't you invest in stocks in a bear market?" Li Feng said meaningfully, "If you don't buy stocks in a bear market, all your hard work in a bull market will be in vain. You should only buy stocks in a bear market."
"What stocks are you buying in a bear market?" Zhao Xinyue seemed a little tempted. "What you said makes sense. I'll invest a little money to try it out."
Li Feng habitually wanted to touch a cigarette, and when he reached into his pocket, he found that he was wearing a hospital gown. He could only smile awkwardly and said:
“My stock selection logic is different from others.”
“I call it trend stock picking.”
"In a bear market, I prioritize the stock's 'quality,' while in a bull market, I prioritize its 'momentum.' Different markets require different trading strategies. It's like treating illnesses in your hospital. For the same pneumonia, elderly patients require a different set of treatments due to deteriorating body functions; young and middle-aged patients require another set of treatments due to their good physical fitness; and infants and young children, whose bodies are still developing, require yet another set of treatments."
Zhao Xinyue lowered her head, revealing her beautiful neck, and thought:
"Yes, the Nursing Manual states that there are different levels of care for infants, young adults, and the elderly. You seem to have some truth to that. But what are the 'quality' and 'momentum' of stocks?"
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I dedicate this chapter to the memory of my former days on Taoguba. I vaguely remember Mr. Ding Yixiong's composure and commanding presence during the 2008 bear market. Looking back at my printed posts from those days, I still often get flashes of inspiration, like a silent conversation with a wise man. Over a decade later, I wonder where he is now?
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