In the evening of the 51st day, Yang Bingzhong, who was busy with everything, came to Ju Qingmeng's villa again to visit his "seriously injured" subordinate Ren Zhong.

Yang Bingzhong can swear to God that he has never been so filial to his parents.

Today the conversation between the two was more lively than yesterday.

After last night, Yang Bingzhong was completely astonished and amazed by the heavy duty iron mouth.

In the early hours of this morning, the stock market, which had been rising steadily, experienced a wave of small and wide-scale declines.

The few checks Yang Bingzhong held before all fell badly.

But he had already cleared his position according to Ren Zhong's instructions.

Tianchang Technology, which accounts for more than 80% of his holdings, is still outstanding and stands out from the rest.

There is less loss there and more profit here.

Comparing the two, the difference between one entering and one exiting is more than 9 million.

That night, Ren Zhong did not teach Yang Bingzhong any major operations. He only asked him to continue to hold Tianchang Technology, and then taught him to use a securities lending account to open a small ultra-short-term short order.

The one that was shorted was a chip transformation company, which is a secondary subsidiary of Shenxun Group. Its main business direction is to provide integrated and transformed chip modules for Yuanxing Military's mid-to-low-end military equipment. The product line covers Level 3 and below. Various types of equipment for various professions.

In the previous shocks, the company's market value has already gone through a round of correction.

When Ren Jian issued the check, Yang Bingzhong was still a little puzzled. He believed that the company was at a low level and had little room to continue to fall. It would be conservative not to buy at the bottom. How could it still finance its bonds and do its business? Where is Sora?

But after seeing Ren Zhong's smiling but silent expression, Mr. Yang realized without needing to be reminded that he was inflated and mistook ignorance for ability to speculate on the market.

"Mr. Yang, if you don't feel at ease, you can consider cashing out these small-denomination tickets and putting a million points into your securities lending account. First, try raising a million points in stocks to try your hand at it?"

Yang Bingzhong shook his head, "What's the point of a million points? I still have more than 20 million points in idle funds. I'll do it when I get back tonight. It won't be too late, right?"

"No, the time is just right."

At night, Yang Bingzhong sent his bold operation to Ren Zhong in the sleeping space.

He used 20 million points as collateral to raise 100 million points worth of stocks from a securities firm affiliated to Shenzhen News Group.

He used his authority as a fourth-level citizen to gain five times the leverage.

This means that at this time, he borrowed stocks from the brokerage and sold them. After deducting transaction taxes, handling fees and other expenses, nearly 100 million points were frozen in his account.

Assume that this stock continues to fall, and the stock price just discounts in half.

Then when it reaches 50%, Yang Bingzhong will be able to buy back the same amount of stocks at a cost of about 50 million points, return them to the securities firm, and then pay the day-to-day interest on the securities lending, and the remaining funds will be his profit.

However, assuming that this check does not fall but rises excessively, when it rises close to 20%, it will trigger the forced liquidation line that everyone in the stock market talks about.

The brokerage firm will confiscate the 20 million points frozen by Yang Bingzhong's mortgage, and spend nearly 100 million points on its own to complete the stock repurchase at a total transaction price of nearly 120 million, so as to achieve the desired balance after deducting transaction taxes, handling fees and receivable securities lending interest. Exactly the same amount of cost coverage.

The brokerage firm guaranteed capital and made small profits, but Yang Bingzhong will suffer a tragic liquidation.

Of course, he also has another option, which is to continue to add funds to the same account within a short period of time when the liquidation line is triggered, so as to increase his purchase cost unit price and raise the liquidation line.

It seems that as long as there is unlimited funds to add to it, you will never encounter a liquidation.

But in fact, compared to the huge stock market, no one has unlimited funds, and even very large public funds are just a drop in the ocean.

In the cruel sea of ​​stocks, many citizens often fall for this.

Regardless of whether they are short-selling or long-selling, once stock investors make a mistake in judgment and become stubborn, they often have no choice but to borrow money from their families and mortgage everything that can be mortgaged, even their own citizen credit, and even the human rights of themselves and their children and family members. In exchange for a chance to breathe.

But the cruelty of the market often lies in the fact that it does not change according to human will.

The use of leverage by investors not only magnifies their profits but also magnifies their risks, and infinitely magnifies their own flaws in human nature. There are many cases in which investors can only jump into the sea of ​​hell without waiting for a turnaround despite struggling to the end.

There is only a thin line between hell and heaven.

Once you survive, the sea and sky will be brighter, and you will transform into a dragon when the storm hits.

If you can't survive it, you will be reduced to a slave and will never be able to stand up again.

As a senior stock investor, Yang Bingzhong certainly understands this truth.

It's just that he didn't invest much. Even if it was all in vain, it would only be 20 million, which he could afford.

What's more, he felt that he had a good chance of winning.

It should just be a different perspective to test your ability to take on heavy tasks.

He didn't realize that his Pandora's box was being opened bit by bit by his own hands.

…

Day 52, morning.

Ren Zhong once again wore the Assassin's Creed suit and stood in the access port of the automatic machine gun tower on the high wall of Starfire Town.

Below, eight "Volunteer Recruitment Vehicles" of the Mengdu Group were parked neatly.

The deserters are still queuing up.

This time the queue seemed shorter than last time, "only" half a kilometer long.

There seemed to be some changes in the expression on Huang Ren's face as he got into the car.

There was some hesitation and some unnecessary expectations.

Of course, the 500 places required by the Mengdu Group can still be filled. At worst, the screening criteria will be lowered.

Ma Xiaoling next to him looked at Ren Zhong angrily, "I asked you, are you sick? You are so injured that you still come to see the excitement. Are you not afraid of getting worse?"

Ren Zhong ignored her.

Captain Ma never had any idea.

Although she only looks miserable on the surface and is about to recover, she is the real murderer and has the right to make irresponsible remarks.

"Sun Miao is leaving."

Ma Xiaoling: "What..."

As soon as Ren Zhong finished speaking, a commotion broke out below. The black-armored warrior and Sun Miao almost flew out of the town gate on the tail of Ren Zhong's words.

Dirty Brother Sun still raised his hand in the same posture as before.

But the scene changed slightly. Sun Miao did not wave his hands lazily, but clenched his right hand tightly into a fist.

He raised his right fist high to the sky and then hit the left side of his chest hard.

Even though they were tens of meters apart, Ren Zhong, who was looking at Sun Miao's back, still seemed to hear a loud bang in his ears.

Immediately, without saying a word, Sun Miao speeded forward and headed straight for the floating island in the distance.

Ma Xiaoling looked at it with confusion in his mind, "Ah! What's going on! He's really gone! Really, there's no doctor in the town..."

Bang!

She was startled by the loud noise beside her.

She looked back and saw that Ren Zhong beside her also hit his left chest hard with his right fist, his eyes firm and his expression solemn.

Ma Xiaoling scratched his head and asked, "What are you doing? Self-harm?"

Ren Zhong let go of his hand and shook his head, "We are giving our hearts to our dreams!"

Ma Xiaoling: "What is your dream?"

"Save...the deserted man."

Ma Xiaoling was silent for a moment, "I want to thank you on behalf of my father."

Ren Zhong shook his head.

In fact, he would rather hear Ma Xiaoling say, "I thank you on behalf of all the victims."

Of course, he doesn't need to thank you.

"Don't worry about the doctor's affairs. Sun Miao has made arrangements."

…

In the evening of the 52nd day, Ju Qingmeng’s master bedroom.

Mr. Yang and Mr. Ren, the master and servant of the stock market, started their daily stock market talks again.

But at this time, Yang Bingzhong felt a little downcast, while Ren Zhong looked at his boss with a look that showed sadness for his misfortune but anger for him.

"Mr. Yang, you are too hasty."

Yang Bingzhong: "Oh, yes. I really didn't expect it to fall and sell out."

This afternoon, the chip stock that Ren Zhong asked Yang Bingzhong to short last night began to plummet, and the stock price halved and hit the ground floor in just six hours.

Yang Bingzhong, who had increased the leverage by five times, fell into ecstasy. He stared at the stock index the whole time in the office, his heart pounding.

When the stock price fell to 70% of the price at the time of the securities lending, Yang Bingzhong calculated with his fingers that he had already made a profit of close to 30 million points. He gritted his teeth and chose to liquidate the stock and settle down.

His mentality is very reasonable.

You know, although Xinghuo Resources is very profitable, making a net profit of 30 million in one day is still a feeling he has never imagined.

If you can earn this much every day, it will be 10.95 billion in a whole year!
To be continued...