After spending a depressing morning here and having a depressing lunch, when we got to the car, Ueda Masahiro asked: "How was the meeting with Jiro?"

"...Very good." Shana Ueda replied calmly.

Masahiro Ueda glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said calmly: "President Mori has high hopes for him. If you have time, meet him more often. He is one of the best among young people in terms of knowledge and ability.

Outstanding person. Chairman Yimori’s insight is enough to prove this point by being able to spend 300 million yen at a time to support the start-up of his computer software business.”

A leader among young people?

Shana Ueda just nodded lightly, and then said: "I understand. Father, can you send me to school first? Although there are no classes today, the Kendo Club will welcome new students, and there are many things that need to be prepared."

"It's almost time to leave the Kendo Club." Ueda Masahiro looked straight ahead and said in a deep voice, "As the daughter of the successor to Kagami Akechi, you don't need to be there to gain respect from others."

Sina Ueda lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Next time, I will quit!"

When she got out of the car at the school gate, she bowed and watched the car leave before letting out a deep breath.

After turning around, it was clear that the free campus was ahead of her, but she felt extremely depressed.

Unknowingly, she had arrived at the Kendo Club.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

A lazy voice came from the front, and Tao Zhiming was seen holding half a sandwich in his hand, looking at her in surprise.

"...Who dares to bully me?" Sina Ueda couldn't help but straighten her body in front of him, and said unconvinced and proudly.

"It was obvious that his mouth was pursed, but two words were written on his face: It's hard! It's hard!" Tao Zhiming took another bite of the sandwich and walked to the research room, "Why did you come to school dressed like this today?"

Only then did Shana Ueda realize that she was still wearing a kimono, when Tao Zhiming turned around and looked at her with interest.

It was obviously the same look as Morijiro, but Shana Ueda felt a little embarrassed and walked towards the main entrance of the kendo club with a straight face: "Do you need to care about what I wear?"

"I saw a different you." Tao Zhiming laughed and continued walking without looking back, "But it's pretty good-looking!"

Sina Ueda kept walking, but suddenly felt lighter.

I'll change into my practice clothes right away and won't show you!

After she changed into her training clothes, she carried the bamboo knife and went to the research room. When she opened the door and saw that he was the only one inside, she felt a little happy, but her face was serious: "Have you finished today's practice? The new one will be here soon."

It’s a welcome ceremony for club members, as a fourth grader, you can’t be embarrassed!”

"Yes, yes, as a student of Teacher Xia Na, you will not be embarrassed." Tao Zhiming looked back and frowned, "Why do you want to change to this? Isn't it good to dress like that just now?"

Shana Ueda snorted: "I'm going to practice soon, so of course I have to put on my practice clothes. Have you finished practicing yet? Let me see the results of your practice now!"

I always wanted to chop him twice to vent my pent-up mood in the morning.

"Wait a minute, I'm busy!" Tao Zhiming turned around and stared at the market prices on the screen. It had been a few days since the leeks were planted, and the market prices began to change again.

Shana Ueda hit him on the shoulder with a bamboo knife: "Watch your tone!"

The knock was not heavy, so Tao Zhiming ignored her and just said: "Yes, yes, yes. Teacher Shana, can you give me some time first? This is a critical moment that affects my income of hundreds of millions of yen."

Sina Ueda was shocked: "Income of hundreds of millions of yen?"

After saying that, he put away his bamboo knife and sat on the chair where Lin Qiyu usually sat: "Are you kidding? Let me see?"

She also looked at what was on the screen seriously, and then... she couldn't understand it.

"You're not kidding!" Tao Zhiming frowned. The depreciation of the neon yen suddenly accelerated, and it seemed almost unstoppable.

The trading frequency is accelerating, and there are many small orders coming in, just like a large number of retail investors who want to get on the bus.

But it was as if the sickle had already been raised. No matter how much the value would depreciate, Tao Zhiming was ready to get off.

He picked up the phone and dialed: "Chang Le, listen up, start selling rice dollars now!"

Shana Ueda watched him explain with a serious face and never put down the phone.

What about leverage, spreads, stop loss points... Not only can she not understand it, but she can't understand it either.

Tao Zhiming feels that big international funds will start a new round of appreciation of the Neon yen, and this time it will directly impact Neon and force it to cut interest rates again.

It was precisely when retail investors began to fear that the Neon Yen would appreciate unstoppably and the government would have to cut interest rates again.

After this round of harvesting is completed, the next interest rate cut will be in October.

Tao Zhiming gave intensive instructions, and Kawasaki Ichiro from Nomura Securities also panicked and loudly ordered his subordinates: "Move quickly! Hurry! Sell rice dollars, quickly! Hurry!"

Only by making no mistakes in this wave can you keep your position!

The sudden appearance of the rice dollar selling orders was actually all taken, and the exchange rate of the neon yen, which was bought in large quantities, suddenly became a big positive line in a short period of time.

Ichiro Kawasaki confirmed that all the positions he had built had been closed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, all the previous gaps were finally made up.

But seeing the neon yen exchange rate still falling rapidly after a while, he felt a little regretful.

If you persist a little longer and move a little slower, you should still be able to make some money, right?

Sure enough, despite occasional ups and downs, the general trend is that the exchange rate of the neon yen is falling.

He looked and saw that Kudo Changle had not hung up the phone yet.

"Tao Jun, what should we do now?"

"Every time the neon yen appreciates slightly, buy 10 lots immediately!" Tao Zhiming replied calmly.

He doesn't care whether the market is down or up at this time, and he doesn't have to pursue the true bottom.

He only knew that the neon yen would rise a lot in this wave, then fluctuate sharply in May, and then continue to rise until October.

Ichiro Kawasaki was heartbroken when he saw the exchange rate drop, because for the first time, if he closed his position at this time, he would have made at least 5 million more yen!

Just when he had this mentality, the brief fluctuation stopped this time.

Subsequently, a large amount of funds suddenly entered the market, and Neon Yen was bought continuously.

Kawasaki Ichiro opened his mouth wide.

176.85…176.79…176.71…

The exchange rate of the neon yen began to pull back quickly and continued to appreciate.

He turned around and saw Kudo Tsunele holding the receiver of the phone between his ear and shoulder, working hard with sweat on his forehead.

"...Hurry! Hurry! Buy neon yen!"

At the University of Tokyo, Tao Zhiming had put down the receiver.

It’s begun! A new round of appreciation!

He moved his arms and turned around to see Ueda Shana staring at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you make a profit or a loss?" Shana Ueda asked.

"Look at my expression, does it look like I'm at a loss? Let's go, practice!"

Seeing him stand up, Sina Ueda followed him and asked, "How much did you earn?"

"A little bit." Tao Zhiming warmed up as he walked, "Just over one million."

Sina Ueda curled her lips and said something about hundreds of millions of yen in income.

Then her footsteps paused...More than one million, doesn't it mean rice dollars?

In that case... it's almost 300 million yen?

She was a little unsure, but Tao Dalang seemed to be very relaxed and happy from behind.

He doesn't seem like someone who would be so happy just because he made more than a million yen...

Shana Ueda was slightly absent-minded, turned around and looked at the research room, remembering the machines inside.

That's... high technology related to computer software, right? So powerful?

That guy Morijiro looked so great just for taking 300 million yen from grandpa, but did this guy really make 300 million yen just now?
Chapter completed!