Tan Junta is actually more itchy than them. Among all the rich second generation, he has the most money. Now that he no longer trades in stocks, if it counts as a loss, he will naturally lose the most.
While others are making money, he can only stare, which is not a pleasant feeling.
Tan Junda called Jiang Zhihao several times to ask what was going on and whether there would really be a stock market crash.
Jiang Zhihao could hear some doubts from his tone, so he didn't say much and just said: "You can believe it if you believe it. If you don't believe it, forget it. Don't ask me about stocks again before next week."
So for nearly a week, Tan Junda and Jiang Zhihao had no further contact.
Until Monday morning, Tan Junda and a group of people were nesting in the VIP room dedicated to large investors in the exchange. Several rich second generations looked at Tan Junda and asked: "Master Tan, are you sure you don't want to invest anymore? I heard that today, Monday, the market will break
Seven thousand!"
"That's right, your tens of millions in cash is more than all of us put together. What percentage of this day's income is millions of dollars in income? It's like throwing money in front of you and you don't even want it?"
"Actually, I can understand your thinking. I'm not afraid of offending Brother Jiang. I think it's not good to refute him. But this matter is really not your fault. Brother Jiang doesn't understand stocks. If he really understood it, he wouldn't
I will advise you to sell it. Otherwise, if you transfer the money to the accounts of our brothers, we will help you buy it, and whatever you make will be yours. We are all brothers, and we really can't bear to see you suffer this loss.
ah."
The persuasion of a group of people made Tan Junda feel anxious.
But out of trust in Jiang Zhihao, he did not dare to act rashly.
After smoking three cigarettes, Tan Junda slammed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, stood up and said: "Forget it, wait until today. If there is still a big rise today, I will remit some money to your account in the evening and help me later."
Buy some. If it falls, forget it."
"Oh, how could it possibly fall? Isn't there good news yesterday? The stamp duty will be reduced. It will definitely rise sharply today." A group of people said with certainty.
Looking at them, they look like gods controlling the financial market, full of confidence.
But on the faces of these people, Tan Junda felt an inexplicable dark atmosphere.
This made him feel pressure inexplicably, but he couldn't explain where the pressure came from.
At the same time, Dong Qingyun was also fiddling with his laptop and talking to Li Bing: "Mr. Li, I have bought several popular funds as you said, with a total of 36.8 million.
Then prepare a fixed investment of tens of millions."
Li Bing laughed on the phone: "Mr. Dong is really wealthy. He took out nearly 100 million in cash at the drop of a hat. It's really heroic."
"Hahahaha..." Dong Qingyun couldn't help but be overjoyed by her praise, and said: "This is Mr. Toli's blessing. If you really make money later, I will give you a big red envelope as a thank you!"
"Don't worry, you will definitely make money, but it will take two days for the fund to see the profits," Li Bing said.
"I know this, don't worry, I still have the patience to wait for two days." Dong Qingyun said with a smile.
At this moment, countless people are staring at the stock market.
Jiang Zhihao took Zhong Jiaxi and Zhong Jiawei to the exchange to buy short futures.
But he didn't buy much, only 500,000.
Zhong Jiaxi looked at it and curled his lips: "Brother-in-law, why did you buy so much? What is this enough for?"
Jiang Zhihao glanced at him and said: "What do you know? This is all with added leverage. It is not advisable to increase the leverage in the morning too much. Make a bottom first, and then increase the chips when the situation stabilizes."
Zhong Jiaxi knows little about stocks, let alone index futures.
As for Zhong Jiawei, she only plans to accompany her husband to have a long experience.