Chapter 62 Black Market

  "Brother, Anyuan Guanglu has risen to 11.5 yuan, and Anyuan Tianding has also risen to 9.8 yuan. It's been rising almost every day for the past few days, it's really hot."

  Zhao De-shan's voice on the phone was a bit hoarse, but that excitement could be felt by Zhao Guo-tang even tens of kilometers away.

  "Okay, hold steady, with An Yuan Guang Road as the standard, just get past the 12th baseline and take action." Zhao Guoding thought for a moment, then said decisively. It's almost time, this stock has too many uncertain factors in the black market, I'd rather earn less, but ensure that the profits already in hand are secure.

  "What about An Yuantian?" Zhao Deshan was taken aback. The momentum of the past few days has been surging, and it's estimated that tomorrow will exceed twelve. It seems that surpassing fifteen in another week is also very easy. Giving up so early would be a real pity.

  "No matter what the price of An Yuan Tian Ding is, as long as An Yuan Guang Lu exceeds 12, I will sell all of it, regardless of whether it rises or falls later." Zhao Guo Tong said without hesitation.

  "Brother, I think if we wait for two more days, the stock price of An Yuan Guang Road will rise above 15," said Zhao De Shan hesitantly.

  "I know, but the risk is getting bigger and bigger in between. It's possible to exceed 15 or 16, but our goal has been achieved, there's no need to take this risk anymore." Zhao Guotang interrupted Zhao Deshan's words with a cold tone, "I'm telling you Deshan, when playing with this stuff, the most feared word is 'greed'. Greed knows no bounds, it will drive people crazy. Tomorrow, once the price exceeds 12, sell all of Guanglu and Tianding, regardless of how much you bought them for. Remember, I'll only say this once: once it exceeds 12, sell all of Guanglu and Tianding!"

  Zhao Guotang's somewhat harsh words made Zhao Deshan sigh, and he didn't dare to argue with his older brother on this matter. Although he thought that the few months of experience in the stock market had allowed him to roughly understand its fluctuations, his brother's decisive tone still made him give up the idea of secretly keeping some shares.

  As Zhao Deshan watched the people around him count out the money and hand it over to him, he cheerfully took the stock certificates that had accompanied him for several months and left. At this moment, Zhao Deshan knew that his life in Andu was coming to an end. Having grown accustomed to life here, Zhao Deshan suddenly felt a little unadapted to the leisurely life ahead of him. Looking at the people on the stock market who were excited and joyful, he found himself suddenly becoming an outsider.

  He was not reconciled, and by the afternoon, An Yuan Guanglu, who had started at 12:02, had already risen to 12.5, while An Yuan Tianding, who had started at 10:01, had also risen to 10.3. In just half a day, dozens of stocks had earned tens of thousands of yuan less, which is tens of thousands of yuan! You could buy a whole case of Hongtashan with that!

  For a moment, Zhao DeShan felt such a sharp pain in his heart that he almost couldn't breathe.

  However, when he plucked up the courage to call his brother, his brother's cold and hard voice immediately poured a basin of cold water on his hot-blooded head: "You don't need to tell me these things, I only make what I should make! You get back here right away, bring the money with you! Then if you really want to go there tomorrow, I can let you witness how those people fall from heaven into hell!"

  Zhao De-shan returned to Jiang Miao with a dejected look, not at all like someone who had made a fortune, but rather like a defeated soldier fleeing from the battlefield. Zhao Guo-zheng was both angry and amused by this sight, but he didn't bother to respond, instead letting Zhao Chang-chuan and Zhao De-shan tally up their gains.

  "Brother, now we have a total of 427,000 yuan in our hands. After deducting the initial investment and the additional investments over the past three months, we've made a profit of 374,000 yuan." Zhao Changchuan calculated repeatedly, then lifted his slightly reddened eyes, swallowed hard, and stuttered.

  Even Zhao Changchun and Zhao Deshan couldn't believe such a huge income, their eyes also became somewhat dazed and uncertain, as if they couldn't believe this fact.

  In '93, when the factory workers' income was no more than 3,000 yuan, this amount of money was almost impossible for a family to earn in a lifetime without eating or drinking. Compared to the gains that made him quite proud in the sand and gravel yard over the past six months, Zhao Changchuan only realized at this time that his pride was really pitiful in front of his brother.

  "Wow, 420,000 yuan." Zhao Guotang felt a bit emotional as he weighed the three deposit slips in his hand and glanced at the pile of cash in front of him. Zhao Deshan was quite cautious in this regard, except for the last transaction's cash which he didn't deposit into the bank, all the other transactions were deposited into separate banks - ICBC, CCB, and BOC.

  "Hmm, brother, what's our next move?" Zhao Deshan licked his dry lips and shook his head vigorously, saying in a deep voice.

  "This is the power of capital operation, although it's primitive, understand? De Shan, Chang Chuan?" Zhao Guotang leaned his body against the bed and said slowly: "In a few months, you can earn as much money as many people cannot earn in their lifetime, so this will drive people crazy. De Shan, do you want to rest first or go back to Niu Wang Temple again?"

  "Me, me, ??????" Zhao DeShan felt a bit awkward.

  "It doesn't matter, I won't stop you. If you want to take a chance, I can even give you some money to try your luck, satisfy your curiosity. Whether you win or lose is up to you." Zhao Guodong said with a smile.

  "Brother, you're telling the truth?" Zhao De-shan was overjoyed and jumped up suddenly.

  "Alright, I'll give you 50,000 yuan. No matter when, if you can turn it into 80,000, I'll give you an additional 100,000 as a reward. But if you lose money, remember, from then on, you have to listen to me." Zhao Guodong said calmly.

  "Great!" Zhao De Shan said confidently, "Brother, just you watch, in less than a month I'll make it worth 100,000!"

  Watching Zhao De-shan leave with a burst of energy, Zhao Guo-tang shook his head. If it weren't for the memories telling him otherwise, he might have been as brave as Zhao De-shan too. Memories are precious because they are experience.

  "Chang Chuan, what do you think?" Zhao Guotong glanced sideways at his fourth brother, who had been silent the whole time.

  "Brother, I really don't know how to describe it. In three months, 400,000 to 500,000 yuan can become more than 4 million. Is this turning stones into gold?" Zhao Changchuan exclaimed.

  "It's not that, it's just putting some other people's money who have the same idea as us into our pockets." Zhao Guotang said calmly.

  "Will the stock keep going up like this? What will people do with these stocks after they buy them?" Zhao Changchuan asked very seriously.

  "Beat the drum and pass the flower, understand? Stocks are just like that game, at least in China's stock market for now, and will be for a long time. Whoever holds it last will get punished." Zhao Guotang smiled.

  "Why does that country still want to issue this thing?" Zhao Changchuan retorted.

  "The original intention of stocks was not this, originally it was a way to raise funds, but in the Chinese stock market, there is an imbalance of information resources, irregular regulatory policies, and too many people with speculative mentality eager to make a quick profit. As a result, this situation has been created, where everyone can pass the flower, but the drummer is extremely rare, so the drummer will never let the flower fall into his own hands, unless he intentionally holds it in his hand to kill time or lure you, otherwise, there's only one way to make him drop the flower, and that's by breaking his hand."

  Zhao Guotong explained patiently, but Zhao Changchuan seemed to understand and yet not understand.

  "Changchuan, you need to learn more. What you learned in middle school is just the basics. If you want to truly enter society, there's still a lot you need to learn. Apart from practice, book knowledge is the fastest way for you to understand this world." Zhao Guozhong said with deep concern.

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  By the way, to clarify, "a big dream" mainly refers to the protagonist's own experiences and memories of major historical events. There won't be any more plot armor or convenient coincidences; everything else depends on the protagonist's own efforts.