"Second, or third?"
Liang pondered and suddenly laughed.
He had already cleared his positions, his securities account showing available funds of 20.38 million, with a profit of nearly ten million.
Regardless of whether the market maker opted for the second or third option, there would certainly be another minor trend coming up.
This was because the institution still had several hundred million in it, and they wouldn't crash the market before cashing out.
Liang's personal investments were modest, having capitalized fully on a major market trend; he could extricate himself quickly and couldn't lose either way.
Realizing this, he no longer hesitated and used half of his positions, about 10 million.
He bought in again at the price of 30.98 yuan, helping the stock price to break through the 31 yuan barrier once more.
It was now ten minutes to three o'clock in the afternoon.
129 Yellow River Road, in the public's eyes, it was a place, and the location of the Southwest Securities Modu Exchange.
But in the financial market, it was the name of an institution, controlling several funds and managing over 30 billion in assets.
"Who the hell is this?"
"Are they coming in again? Really taking us for stepping stones?"
The fund manager at Huipu No.3 was furious, along with those at 12 Banquan Road and 24 Wenzheng Road.
The three fund managers joined forces, utilizing over 600 million to create a major trend for Chinese Online.
Yet, as they were about to reap the fruits of victory, someone dishonorably left the game early.
Although a few tens of millions wasn't much, it disrupted their original plans, causing a sudden hike in costs.
They barely managed to plug the hole and get the plan back on track when the other party struck again.
"Old Zheng? Or Old Zhou?"
He suspected an insider; otherwise, the timing of the cash-out was too perfect, as if they had monitored their positions.
On second thought, an insider seemed unlikely, after all, it was only twenty or thirty million, while their total investment exceeded 600 million.
If they failed to exit on time and caused market panic resulting in everyone trying to offload their stakes, the 600 million could get entirely trapped.
They couldn't possibly not understand this.
"Damn vultures."
After eliminating various possibilities, the culprit became clear.
In the stock market, retail investors with large funds are also referred to as major investors, but generally, the fund managers called them vultures.
Usually following behind them and picking at leftovers, and now boldly taking the first bite of fresh flesh, yet still not satisfied.
Meanwhile, he received calls from 12 Banquan Road and 24 Wenzheng Road; their guesses were mostly aligned, and they no longer suspected each other.
"What do we do?" 12 asked.
"Start unloading now? Trap him inside?" 24 suggested.
129, full of rage, could only shake his head, "No, stick to the plan."
He was furious but helpless; the other party had once unloaded, and this time the buying amount was even less, probably not up to ten million.
They couldn't change their plan just because of the other party, they could only raise the stock price later to compensate for this shortfall.
"Each of us adds another 20 million, push the stock price above 40 yuan..."
...
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, the stock market closed. The dramatic reversal at the end that many retail investors hoped for did not occur.
Chinese Online, closed with a stock price of 31.30 yuan and a decrease of -1.55% for the day.
"Was it the second scenario?" Liang mused to himself.
If all went as usual, tomorrow would either open low or continue to drop, followed by a rebound next week, then the trend would end.
He was slightly disappointed; the institutions involved lacked the boldness of those at Baofeng Technology.
If they had performed a violent surge at the close or staged a sky floor, it could have become 'Baofeng' the second.
Clearly, they lacked the courage, probably fearing a 'chat' invitation from the Securities and Futures Commission.
Liang organized his notes, walked out of the study, and smelled the sweet scent of freshly baked bread.
The dining table was set with several dishes of just-baked pastries.
"I guessed you were about to come out," Zhang Qian walked to the bar, smiling as she asked, "Tea, coffee, or a drink?"
"Coffee, please." Liang walked up behind her, embracing her waist and kissing her cheek. "You really are good at everything."
"Men's hearts, men's stomachs, you've got to keep one, right?"
"Why do I feel like you've kept both of mine?"
"If only that were true."
Zhang Qian said with a smile, handing a coffee to Lu Liang, "My vacation is over, I have to go back to work tonight."
"That soon? Won't you stay a few more days?"
Lu Liang was a bit reluctant. Having been treated so well these past few days, he wasn't used to suddenly being alone.
"If I don't work, will you support me?" Zhang Qian joked.
"I would support you, it's not like I can't afford it."
Lu Liang was serious; he had actually considered this before. It would only mean spending an extra seventy or eighty thousand a month, and he wasn't short on money now.
"Forget it, save those words for the young girls."
Zhang Qian laughed, a touch of tenderness showing in her eyes.
She knew her own situation well. If she were a few years younger, she might have agreed, but not now.
"Younger girls aren't as enticing as you are." Lu Liang didn't press the matter further, being long-term Running Buddies wasn't so bad.
"What about Lili then?" Zhang Qian said with a playful smile.
Last night, Lu Liang had accidentally turned on the speakerphone, and she recognized it as Li Manli's voice. The young girl kept calling him 'Brother,' her voice sweet.
"She's good, and so are you."
Lu Liang was blunt, offering no further explanation.
"Men."
Zhang Qian gave him a glare, shaking her head in exasperation.
Then suddenly, her phone rang. After she answered, her expression changed drastically, "Liang, I've got something to handle, I need to leave."
Lu Liang's smile faded, "Need any help?"
He saw the caller ID: Mr. Lin.
Spending the last few days together, Lu Liang had learned that Zhang Qian had a daughter who was seven years old and in first grade.
If she hadn't told him, Lu Liang would never have guessed Zhang Qian had a seven-year-old daughter.
Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, "If you're not too busy, I might need a favor."
"Let's talk while walking." Lu Liang picked up his car keys and followed Zhang Qian out.
Zhang Qian nodded, "Let's head to Affiliated Primary first."
Normally, her mother would help take care of her daughter. She had just received a call from a teacher saying her mother had fallen while picking the girl up from school and had been taken to the hospital.
It was an emergency, and she couldn't take care of Zhang Yun, who was still at school.
The entire drive, Zhang Qian was on the phone, asking about the situation and saying she was on her way.
Lu Liang stepped on the gas, he might have even run a red light.
At the gates of Affiliated Primary, a delicate-looking little girl, bearing a resemblance to Zhang Qian, stood timidly next to a teacher.
As Zhang Qian got out of the car, the girl saw her and immediately rushed to hug her legs, her face streaked with tears, "Mom, is Grandma okay?"
"Xiaoguai, don't cry. Grandma is fine; we're going to the hospital to see her now."
Zhang Qian thanked the teacher again. She had just spoken with the hospital on the phone and was relieved to find out it was only a fracture.
The teacher hurriedly waved her off, "No worries, you better hurry to the hospital."
Zhang Qian took her daughter, Zhang Yun, and got into the car.
Before she could speak, Lu Liang asked, "Which hospital?"
"It's at City Third." Zhang Qian pulled Zhang Yun close, "Xiaoguai, say hello to Uncle Lu."
"Uncle Lu, hello, my name is Zhang Yun, I'm seven years old, in first grade." Zhang Yun looked obedient.
"There, don't cry." Lu Liang gently patted her head and softly said, "I came in such a hurry, I didn't prepare any gifts for my first meeting with you, how about Uncle buys you something later?"
The little girl's big eyes, still misty with tears, widened, "Uncle Lu, are you my mom's boyfriend?"
"Xiaoguai," Zhang Qian said sharply.
"Isn't he?"
Lu Liang glanced sharply, then amiably said, "Uncle Lu is indeed your mom's boyfriend. Next time she scolds you, you can tell Uncle Lu quietly, and Uncle Lu will talk to her."
"Lu Liang!" Zhang Qian was both embarrassed and angry.
"Really?" The little girl's eyes sparkled, clearly wanting to ask more, but Zhang Qian covered her mouth.