"I'm glad you didn't sell, just hold on to it for now."
Lu Liang did not ask Zhang Qian how much she had bought, anyway it wasn't much, and it wouldn't have any impact on the market.
After all, such a shrewd woman would undoubtedly only try out with a few tens of thousands of yuan and not invest too much.
Lu Liang looked at the price limit of 19.25 yuan and the 588,800 shares he held in his account.
He sold 3,800 shares and cashed out 73,100 yuan.
Although he knew there was still a double increase to come, with the highest point at 39.82 yuan, after finishing his gym membership and buying a high-performance computer, only a few thousand yuan were left in his card.
If he didn't cash out some money now,
he probably wouldn't even be able to afford gas.
"Mm-hmm, I'll listen to you."
Zhang Qian responded obediently and cautiously asked, "Liang, what have you been busy with lately? You haven't shown up to support me."
From Lu Liang's tone, it seemed like the stock still had room to rise.
She wanted to know when the market would peak and if she could continue to invest later, as she still had 500,000 yuan in available funds.
Working in marketing at Wanli Palace, her monthly salary ranged from twenty thousand to eighty thousand, but the money was hard-earned, nowhere near as quick as earning from the stock market.
She needed to seize any opportunity she could.
"I've been busy moving," Lu Liang responded with a slightly upturned lip, discerning her underlying motive, then invited Zhang Qian over to visit his new home.
"Sure, I have a few days off, just right to come over and give you some advice, see if you need anything else."
Zhang Qian got Lu Liang's new address and realized it was at Tangchen Yipin in the Lujiazui financial district, and couldn't help but be astonished.
However, thinking about it, Lu Liang drove a Bentley worth millions, so living in a top-tier luxury residence wasn't unreasonable.
After ending the call, Zhang Qian quickly dressed up and drove through Pujiang to Tangchen Yipin.
But as this was her first visit, she needed the host to lead her in.
Lu Liang was still observing the market fluctuations when he suddenly received Zhang Qian's call, "Wait for me, I'll be right out."
He glanced at the bottom right of the screen; it was not yet eleven thirty, and the morning session wasn't over.
"Money is a good thing," Lu Liang chuckled, wearing slippers and humming a tune, heading to the community's west gate.
He remembered where Zhang Qian lived, a car journey of at least forty minutes. Considering the time to get ready and put on makeup, at least an hour.
From the time their call ended, it was less than one and a half hours, enough to show she hadn't delayed a minute, very eager.
Lu Liang arrived at the west gate and saw Zhang Qian, realizing she looked like a completely different person from when she was at work.
She wore a light green long dress, with a slender waist and elegant posture; her skirt fluttering in the breeze, revealing white high heels, her ten toes painted with light pink nail polish, as delicate and enticing as cardamom.
Wearing a bucket hat and light makeup, a beauty mark added to the corner of her lips, she looked fresh and refined, charming but not overly glamorous.
Despite not being very young, the years hadn't left too many traces on her, instead adding a touch of mature charm.
"You look really beautiful today," Lu Liang sincerely admired; if a nine-tailed fox were to take human form, it would probably look just like this.
Zhang Qian's style was too versatile; she could look glamorous, seductive, or dignified just like a lady of status.
There were a few real ladies of status coming and going at the entrance, but compared to Zhang Qian, they seemed slightly inferior.
The image of Li Manli came to Lu Liang's mind; comparing her with Zhang Qian, it seemed Li Manli only had her youth left.
"Wasn't I beautiful before?" Zhang Qian covered her mouth and laughed lightly, very proud, her effort in dressing up not wasted.
She hadn't systematically studied, but through accumulated experience, she knew what kind of attire was appropriate for which person and occasion.
Plain when it should be plain, bold when it should be bold.
"You were beautiful before, but today you're exceptionally beautiful," Lu Liang said, signing in and getting the guard to let them through.
Then she got into Zhang Qian's Volkswagen Beetle and directed her to the public parking spot in the underground garage.
He had only one parking space, but he parked a Bentley, forcing the two to walk a few more steps to the elevator.
It was also Zhang Qian's first time here, and she was visiting what could be considered one of the top residential complexes in the country. Her eyes filled with wonder, but she managed to restrain herself, trying her best not to show any sign of weakness.
However, as they exited the elevator and walked through a long corridor, Lu Liang opened the door to reveal a stunning river-view balcony.
Zhang Qian was still taken aback.
After all, given the location and the type of riverscape, if you weren't born with it, you'd probably never have the chance in your lifetime.
Her look towards Lu Liang grew more eager, Lu Liang belonged to the former group; he wasn't born with it, but now he possessed it.
The room's decor was very new and looked luxurious, but a pile of cardboard boxes in the corner detracted from its aesthetic.
"Liang, your place seems a bit... casual."
Zhang Qian's face was full of confusion, and it took her a long time to come up with a suitable adjective.
"Don't bother, just pile it over there, and have the cleaning service take care of it in a few days."
These days, Lu Liang had bought a lot of stuff and was left with many empty cardboard boxes. He was too lazy to take them to the garbage downstairs, so he simply stacked them in the corner.
After all, he planned to hire a cleaner once a week to maintain the place, and then they could get rid of everything.
"But that isn't very aesthetically pleasing." Zhang Qian couldn't help it and promptly took off the light chiffon shawl from her shoulders, quickly stacking the cardboard boxes in a corner of the balcony.
She smiled and said, "Just tidying up a little like this is all it needs, not much effort at all."
"That's true, having a woman around the house really makes a difference." Lu Liang hugged Zhang Qian's waist, measuring about two and a half handspans wide.
He buried his head in her burgundy slightly naturally curly hair and took a deep breath, "Changed perfume? Why does it smell different from last time?"
"Do you like it?" Zhang Qian placed her hand on the back of Lu Liang's hand, looking at the lifeless apartment, and an unusual thought crossed her mind.
Both unmarried, maybe they… But as soon as the thought appeared, she dismissed it.
Years ago, she had learned her lesson, and now her focus was solely on making money, nothing else.
"I like this fragrance." Lu Liang whispered gently and gradually lifted her skirt hem.
Having Zhang Qian lean over the sofa, facing Pujiang and enjoying the breeze, must be quite a sensation.
"Isn't it noon already? Shouldn't we have lunch first?" Zhang Qian giggled, bending her knees like a slippery loach and slipped away.
Men are all the same; they often don't cherish what they can easily have.
Sometimes, rejection is also a kind of enticement, just like a spring, the more it is suppressed, the greater the force when it bursts.
If she lets Lu Liang have his way anytime and anywhere, he would quickly lose interest, and her advantage would no longer exist.
"What would you like to eat for lunch?" Lu Liang smiled, exhaled a breath, and temporarily suppressed the lust in his heart.
"Relax, I'm all yours these next few days." Zhang Qian said tenderly, tiptoed and kissed Lu Liang's cheek.
After that, she ran off like a little girl to the semi-open kitchen, which was fully furnished but devoid of any cooking smell.
Zhang Qian checked around: "Liang, how long has it been since you cooked at home? I'm quite a good cook, maybe give it a try?"
Lu Liang, a man who had climbed up from the lower ranks and was divorced, would likely be immune to common tactics.
She planned to take a different approach. She wouldn't invest emotionally, but she could put on an act, giving Lu Liang a taste of home warmth again.
"If you're so confident, then how could I refuse?" Lu Liang slightly curled his lips, touching the cheek she had kissed.
"I will check, there are lots of ingredients that need to be bought nearby," Zhang Qian ordered through her phone.
Lu Liang walked to the kitchen, leaning against the wall, squinting slightly at Zhang Qian, noticing she was playing with some modern gadgets.
Was it also a sort of tactic?
He didn't mind but rather looked forward to Zhang Qian's performance, knowing what she was after, keeping the upper hand always in his grasp.