After waking up the next morning, Xi Luting still burst into tears at the slightest touch.
How aningless...
Forget it, forget it, ti to start working!
At 9 o’clock, Han Lie planted himself in front of the office computer, and by 10 o’clock, his work was done.
Potential hit the daily limit, Jinbin hit the daily limit; just another tedious, profitable day.
With Panzi’s more than 3,000,000 yuan, the total profit neared 300,000 yuan.
Han Lie’s own 300,000 yuan, through a casual T 0 flip with a 20% position, earned a total profit of 40,000 yuan.
Both stocks were at new highs; there was definitely more room above. No rush today, I can reconsider tomorrow.
The worst that could happen would be a surge.
With their current growth, if one played more aggressively, it was possible to secure a hefty profit of over 20%.
But due to the overall unfavorable market conditions, Han Lie’s approach was conservative, so this was the best he could do for now.
In stock trading, the last thing one wants is to be impetuous for instant gains.
Most of the ti, defensive capability is more important than offensive capability.
Bull markets are short, bear markets are long; without defense, how are you to survive?
After leveling up to Level 4 in stock trading skills, Han Lie increasingly understood the importance of stability.
A stable weekly profit of 3% would multiply an initial investnt by 4.5 tis in a year.
And those who chased doubling their investnt in a month with full positions? When the rhythm was good, they really did double. But when it wasn’t, they got slashed in half. At year’s end, it was basically all for naught.
Over a longer tiline, so retail investors actually had the skills, with praiseworthy stock selection and trading. Yet after seven or eight years of bear market upheaval, they didn’t make much money and even often incurred losses.
Finally, when the bull market arrived, they recouped their previous losses in the early stage and made three to five tis their investnt in the mid-stage, only to see a significant retracent of profits in the late stage.
After ten years and tallying up the total, the initial capital might have doubled, or even tripled or quadrupled.
At first glance, that seems pretty good. But if your initial capital wasn’t much to begin with and you never accumulated wealth, what about those tens or hundreds of thousands earned over an entire decade? Shouldn’t the cost of ti be considered?
Starting with the sa 100,000 yuan, those who focus on defense can exceed 1,000,000,000 yuan in ten years, while the risk-lovers are still fussing around at the million-yuan level. Is it a difference in skill?
No, it’s a difference in attitude.
Han Lie was usually quite reckless, but when it really ca to money, he was as steady as an old dog.
He’d chosen the stocks really well; was it a pity not to go all in?
He would never think so.
...
At 10:30, just as Han Lie was planning to call it a day, Pan Ge suddenly called him.
Her tone wasn’t particularly hostile, but there was definite resentnt in it.
"Busy? I sent you a ssage yesterday, and you didn’t reply..."
Han Lie lazily responded, "I went to bed early yesterday and didn’t see it. I’ve been watching the market and planning trades all day today, so I haven’t gotten around to it."
Pan Ge knew it was an excuse but had no way to counter it.
"I’ve sent you the stock account details; 1,000,000 yuan has already been deposited. Do you think we need to sign so kind of agreent?"
"No need. I’m watching the stocks. Gotta hang up."
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...
Pan Ge clenched her phone tightly, staring at the computer screen where Potential and Jinbin had both hit their daily limits, seething and gritting her teeth.
Your holdings have all hit their daily limit, so what ’market’ are you watching?
Her ’fundantals’?!
As soon as Han Lie logged out of his account, he went back to the bedroom and began to ’study’ Xi Luting.
She might have been thin, but her skin was incredibly good. It was fair, cool to the touch, and tender; a gentle bite would leave a pink mark.
The rascal went over and nipped her twice. She quickly burrowed under the blankets, no longer daring to feign sleep.
"Get lost! You beast!"
Han Lie smirked devilishly, pinning her down completely.
"I’m giving you a chance to rephrase that. What should you call ?"
Xi Luting’s face turned deathly pale as she quickly covered her mouth.
She just couldn’t stand that damn dog-mouth of his; it was like a freaking suction cup!
"I’m sorry! Hubby~~~"
Han Lie shivered, goosebumps rising all over him.
Xi Luting’s voice was low and cool, not the typically sweet, coy kind, but when she deliberately acted coquettish, it was still devastatingly effective.
He imdiately moved to throw off her blanket.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Xi Luting panicked, struggling desperately.
"I really can’t take it anymore! Was it in vain to call you ’hubby’? You have no sympathy for at all!"
"Who’s your hubby!" Han Lie glared. "Call ’Daddy’!"
"Damn!"
She exploded with a curse, "You never confessed your feelings, never made any promises! You haven’t even pulled your pants up properly, and now you’re freaking denying everything?"
"Indeed, I didn’t confess, but you didn’t resist either, did you?"
Han Lie shalessly brushed it off. "Yesterday, well, that was the unexpected elevation of our friendship!"
"Damn it! I’ll fight you to the death!"
Xi Luting was truly furious now, struggling with all her might and even opening her mouth to bite... to bite the dog.
However, Han Lie, weighing nearly 154 pounds, easily pinned her under the blanket. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free.
After struggling for a while, she remained extrely agitated.
Han Lie raised his large hand threateningly. "So, you’re planning to try so new tricks today, huh?"
"Damn it! You’re really not human!"
Xi Luting froze, not daring to move anymore.
She knew very well that this damn beast would actually resort to violence and wouldn’t coddle her in the slightest.
"You fucking... SOB SOB... WAAAH!"
She dared not move, but the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she beca. She whimpered a couple of tis and then suddenly burst into a babylike cry.
"Are you a beast or what? SOB SOB..."
"I’ve given you everything, and you still treat like this! SOB SOB..."
"What did I do to you? Don’t I just want to be in a serious relationship with you? SOB SOB SOB SOB..."
Her foxy eyes narrowed into slits, and when they opened, they were brimming with tears. Her small mouth turned downward, her brows furrowed pitifully; she looked utterly miserable.
Han Lie felt a headache coming on and decided he had to relent a bit.
"Alright, alright, alright! We’ll date, we’ll date! You can be number two, my second wife. Satisfied now?"
Xi Luting stared wide-eyed in astonishnt.
"Satisfied my ass! Why should I be your second wife?!"
"Look at you, such a pretty girl. Why do you swear as soon as you open your mouth?"
"Swearing?! If I weren’t weaker than you, I’d freaking kill you!"
"It’s number two! Either I continue what I was doing, or you agree to be my second wife. Choose one!"
"If you have the guts, let go, you damn mutt! I swear I’ll fight you to the death... AAAAAAAARGH!"
She started to struggle again, consud by a furious rage.
Damn, she’s not afraid of anything now.
Seeing this wasn’t going to work, Han Lie decisively chewed on a piece of gum...
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