Chapter 008: There are reasons for burning one's boats

At noon, there are few people; some are lying on the seats sleeping, while others are gathered around playing poker. There is an air conditioner on each side of the exchange, but the cool air is simply unable to cover such a large space, and the heavy smoke in the air is suffocating.

This matter has truly been an immense blow to him, and he has not been able to recover for a full six months

A man with a scruffy beard threw down a card and asked the person opposite him: "What are you talking about? Didn't they say that Shuchanghong has illegal trading by the dealer and is under investigation for suspension? Who said it was delisted?"

Zhang Sheng had never traded stocks before and was completely clueless about them; he could not understand the rows of red and green numbers at all. Lao Bai looked at the trading screen for a while and laughed heartily: "See that, Qingpi? I have only been buying for less than half a month and have already made over 5,000. Hahaha, if it rises for another two days, I will sell it."

"How much is it per share? I have over 4,000 yuan in savings, which means I can buy about 4,000 shares. If each share rises by 2 yuan, that would be 8,000 yuan. How many years would it take to earn that much from my salary?" Zhang Sheng's heart raced.

In a world bustling with activity, all are driven by profit. When such opportunities become not merely a means of profit for him, but also a quest for the right to survive, they become even more alluring.

He bought a newspaper and, based on the recommended stocks, found that Shu Changhong was quite good. At that time, its price was 11 yuan, yielding a few dimes, which was much better than many stocks with negative returns that were valued at twenty to thirty yuan. Thus, he set his sights on it. At that time, junk stocks were still soaring, while this blue-chip stock was declining. After observing for a while, it dropped to around 8 yuan. Zhang Sheng could no longer contain his excitement and decisively sold his fund, fully investing in Shu Changhong.

From that point on, Zhang Sheng became infatuated with stock trading, yet he never inquired about any news from https://mhetushucom.com, and he was completely ignorant of the basic knowledge regarding stocks. He only focused on two funds, Guangxin and Guangfa, buying them when they reached what he understood to be a relatively low historical point, selling them immediately for a profit of two to three dimes, and then patiently waiting for them to drop again. Coincidentally, the overall market trend also aligned with this strategy, and this foolish trading method surprisingly allowed him to consistently earn profits without any losses. By the end of the year, he had already doubled his investment. He only focused on two funds, Guangxin and Guangfa, buying them when they reached what he understood to be a relatively low historical point, selling them immediately for a profit of two to three dimes, and then patiently waiting for them to drop again. Coincidentally, the overall market trend also aligned with this strategy, and this foolish trading method surprisingly allowed him to consistently earn profits without any losses. By the end of the year, he had already doubled his investment.

That day, Zhang Sheng returned to the office in a daze, and by night, he couldn't even remember how he rode his bike home. By morning, he had developed blisters all over his mouth. Having been bitten by a snake once, he became wary of ropes for ten years; from then on, whenever there was any stock information or someone mentioned stocks, he would immediately walk away, refusing to listen.

The person forcefully tossed the cards and exclaimed: "Old King!"

The person glared, and the note on his mouth flew up: "What are you asking about if you haven't bought? Shu Changhong has stopped trading because it was delisted due to illegal transactions, it has become waste paper, do you understand?"

Zhang Sheng's face felt a bit hot, and he hurriedly said: "I... I didn't buy it, I was just curious why the market hasn't opened for several days."

From this point on, Zhang Sheng began to pay attention to the stock market. His family was not well-off; his father was a retired worker from a machinery factory, and his mother worked at a small street factory producing radiators. His younger brother struggled academically and graduated early, taking a job with a company to handle large shipments. Economic pressure had always been a significant issue, so if trading stocks could be profitable, why not pursue it

"What? How much did you buy to make so much?" Zhang Sheng was a bit surprised

I agree!" Zhang Sheng said word by word, feeling a sense of tragic grandeur akin to "The wind is bleak, and the waters of the Yi River are cold."

A person with a face full of notes chuckled while holding a sign: "Hey, this fool is still trading stocks. If I don't fool him, who should I fool? mhetushu.com.com?"

Zhang Sheng's mind was suddenly overwhelmed, and he felt a bit lost. He murmured, "You said it's delisted? It's become worthless? Then... then... what about the people who bought it?" His voice began to tremble.

A man with his face covered in white paper strips lifted his head, glanced at him impatiently, and asked in a gruff voice: "What do you want? Did you buy it?"

Elder brother, may I ask why Shu Changhong has not opened for trading?

In fact, Zhang Sheng is not a person who enjoys speculation and risk-taking. On the contrary, he is introverted and shy; even in his first year of high school, he would blush when girls spoke to him. It was not until he started working, spending a few years in the electrician class, that he was somewhat led astray by a few individuals, including Lao Bai, Hu Ge, and Guo Pangzi.

One noon, after staring at the market for half a day, he could no longer hold back and asked several stock investors who were playing poker.

Once, Old Bai from the electrician team asked him to accompany him to the stock exchange, marking his first step through the doors of the exchange. It was noon, and the stock exchange was littered with newspapers, information sheets, delivery slips, and order forms, as well as cigarette butts and packs.

The first significant setback he encountered in his life was not the closure of the small restaurant, but rather an event that occurred a year prior. At that time, the Samsung Printing Factory was in a precarious state, with no news of a joint venture, struggling to stay afloat. The workshop rarely operated the machines, and he worked in the factory's electrical team, finding himself with little to do. Those with connections were actively seeking to transfer out, while those without social ties were left to await their fate on this sinking ship.

Zhang Sheng is also one of these ignorant individuals. In fact, if he were to share his misfortunes with colleagues who invest in stocks, he would realize that this is merely a phrase used by others to deceive him. However, at that time, he was overly sensitive, and his pride took precedence over everything else. Having suffered such a significant loss, if he were to inquire about it, the news would quickly spread throughout the factory. He could not afford to lose face and did not want to be ridiculed, so this pain could only be buried deep within his heart.

Old Bai noticed that he was somewhat interested and pointed out: "Look over there at that board, it's the funds: Guangdong Guangxin, Guangdong Haiao, Guangdong Guangfa, and also the 'Four Little Swans' from Shenyang: Fumin, Jiusheng, Nongxin, Xingshen, and so on, all around a certain amount per share. If you have less money, you can start by buying some of those to practice your skills."

A person comes into this world, filled with edges and ambition, and as they step into society, they become like a small stone continuously polished in the river of fate, ultimately transforming into a smooth pebble. Without special opportunities or unique destinies, the shining points in many individuals will gradually fade away, leading to a life spent in mediocrity and confusion.

He has a shy and sensitive personality, and he is particularly concerned about his reputation. He privately buys stocks, fearing that if he incurs losses, his colleagues will mock him. Therefore, he remains silent; not only is no one aware of it, but he also keeps it a secret even from Lao Bai, making it naturally awkward to ask.

In this era of tumultuous changes, as old systems are dismantled and new ones established, people often experience a sense of confusion and powerlessness, unable to find their life goals, merely drifting along with the tide, quietly awaiting the arrangements of fate. No one knows what their future holds, which makes them cherish all that they currently possess even more. Losing everything in an instant is undoubtedly a significant blow to Zhang Sheng.

Such matters may sound absurd and incomprehensible to people today, but they were not unusual at the time. Investors came from all walks of life, and there were even those who lost money and demanded compensation from the stock exchange, because they had always regarded stocks as risk-free treasury bonds that only appreciated in value.

Zhang Sheng was moved. When Guangxin fell to 1.14 again, he decisively withdrew all his savings, opened an account, made a deposit, filled out the authorization form, and purchased his very first fund. While filling out the form, his heart raced as if he had staked his entire fortune and life on it. After anxiously watching for a week, he earned 1,400 yuan.

Old Bai said proudly: "I bought 2,000 shares, and it has risen by more than 2 yuan. Isn't that great?"

Zhang Sheng was a bit surprised: "Can buying stocks make this much money?"

Zhang Sheng's eyes were glazed over as he walked towards the door with a moonwalk, his entire body feeling as if it had been hollowed out

At that time, it was an era of transformation for state-owned enterprises, with a large number of workers being laid off. Most workers were still trapped in old ways of thinking, and losing their formal jobs felt like the sky was falling for those hardworking individuals, leaving them filled with confusion about life. The Samsung Printing Factory, too, inevitably went through a phase of breaking away from the old system and undergoing reform and transformation during this significant era, with everyone experiencing the growing pains of such reforms.

Zhang Sheng began to visit the stock exchange every noon. He knew nothing about it and had no one to ask. Each time he went, he focused on the three closely related stocks: Guangfa, Guangxin, and Haiou, observing their price fluctuations. After about half a month, he gradually discerned a pattern. Whenever these funds dropped to around 1.1 yuan, within two days, they would definitely rise again. When they fell back down to around 1.4 yuan, there was a price difference of at least 0.3 yuan. If he bought 10,000 shares, he could earn 3,000 yuan in just a few days, which was higher than his salary for four months. After about half a month, he gradually discerned a pattern. Whenever these funds dropped to around 1.1 yuan, within two days, they would definitely rise again. When they fell back down to around 1.4 yuan, there was a price difference of at least 0.3 yuan. If he bought 10,000 shares, he could earn 3,000 yuan in just a few days, which was higher than his salary for four months.

If Zhang Sheng had not experienced a series of setbacks, including losing all his savings, being laid off, and failing in his entrepreneurial endeavors, how could he, as an ordinary worker, have the courage today to burn his boats and fight with his back against the wall?

Unfortunately, Zhang Sheng did not hear this statement; he appeared utterly dejected, as if he had died.

At that time, many people were equipped with BP machines, which could transmit stock information. However, the BP machines were too expensive, and Zhang Sheng was reluctant to buy one, so he could only frequently visit the securities exchange. Gradually, he discovered that the fluctuations in stock prices were much greater than those of mutual funds. At that time, there were no limits on price increases or decreases, and if one picked the right stock, it was easy to double one's investment in a single day. He began to pay attention to stocks.

If possible, he would continue to live a mundane life, never engaging in such reckless actions, but fate does not allow it. Having achieved nothing in his studies, being unemployed, and possessing nothing, he has been driven to a desperate situation where he must risk everything for a chance at survival

In today's world, as an ordinary person, he has no other connections or influence to rely on. Among the people he knows, the only one he can count on is Xu Haisheng. Only by enlisting Factory Director Xu can this small ant hope to swallow this big fish

People who are in urgent situations often have a strong desire to recover their losses. At this moment, many suppressed thoughts and courage will erupt. What they previously lacked the courage to attempt, they will now approach with extraordinary boldness and determination. Zhang Sheng is one such individual who has been pushed into this awkward predicament by life, yet refuses to sink into despair.

However, less than a week after he purchased it, while he was eagerly hoping for Shu Changhong to rise steadily, the stock suddenly halted trading. The naive Zhang Sheng had seen some stocks occasionally halt trading, but they usually resumed in the afternoon or the next day. This stock, Shu Changhong, had not resumed trading for three consecutive days, and Zhang Sheng became anxious

Then he glanced at him and said: "There are risks in the stock market; one must be cautious when entering. It's posted at the entrance. If you choose to gamble, you must be prepared to accept the outcome. With so many stocks available, who made you choose this one?"