eurekapd Chapter 19 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
Chapter 19 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
Friday, October 26th.
That morning, when the heavy glass door of the securities brokerage was pushed open by the staff, the dense crowd that had been waiting outside surged in like a flood bursting its banks, instantly filling every corner of the first-floor trading hall.
The air was stale and polluted, a mixture of sweat, tobacco, the greasy smell of breakfast buns, and a scent called "greed" that irritated everyone's nose and nerves.
Everyone's eyes, regardless of status or financial resources, were fixed on the electronic display screen on the wall, which had not yet started to move. No, more accurately, they were fixed on one of the codes—Shenzhen Technology (000021).
Yesterday's closing price was 7.09 yuan. Where will it go today?
The atmosphere in the VIP room was equally tense, only now tinged with a suppressed, feigned composure. Ling Yun remained in his usual spot, his notebook open, but he knew that no one would truly care about technical analysis today. Everyone's attention was focused on the numbers that were about to be released.
The bald Mr. Wang paced back and forth near his seat like a restless, trapped beast, chain-smoking, oblivious to the ash falling onto the carpet. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly from a sleepless night. After the market closed yesterday, he practically begged Ling Yun for a definitive answer, only to receive a "risk warning," leaving him in agony.
"Old Wang, sit down and rest for a while," someone couldn't help but advise.
"Stop taking a break my ass!" Mr. Wang abruptly stopped, his voice hoarse. "I've been waiting all night for this!"
The "Professor Liu" sat upright in his seat, with paper and pen in front of him. However, his knuckles were white from gripping the pen, and not a single word was written on the paper. Every now and then, he would push up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze drifting towards Ling Yun before quickly looking away. His inner turmoil was almost written on his face.
At 9:25, the opening auction began.
On the display screen, behind DeepTech's code, numbers began to jump, flash, and coalesce wildly!
7.20… 7.35… 7.48…
Finally, at exactly 9:30, a bright red number, imbued with a certain magical quality, abruptly froze on the screen:
Opening price: 7.48 yuan!
It opened higher! Almost 5.5% higher!
"It's open! Seven dollars and forty-eight cents!" The announcement in the lobby on the first floor was like a bomb exploding!
"Opened so high!"
"They've gone mad! They've really gone mad!"
In the VIP room, Mr. Wang's body jolted violently. With an agility beyond his years, he rushed to his seat, grabbed the telephone receiver, and with trembling fingers pressed the speed dial button on the trading counter. He roared with all his might:
"It's me! Wang Degui! Account ****! Shenzhen Technology! Current price! 7.48 yuan! All in! Put all your money in! Buy as much as you can! Hurry!!"
He roared until his voice was hoarse, veins bulging on his neck, as if he weren't trading, but gambling with his life. After hanging up, he slumped into a chair, exhausted, panting heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes burned with an almost manic excitement. At the moment the market opened, he went all in!
Almost the instant Mr. Wang hung up the phone, Shenzhen Technology's stock price, like a beast breaking free of its last shackles, began to surge upwards!
7.55… 7.68… 7.82… 8.00!
Breaking the 8 yuan mark! In less than ten minutes!
Mr. Wang stared at the almost vertically upward-sloping intraday chart and the constantly updating transaction prices on the screen. He suddenly jumped up from his chair, waving his fist and letting out a trembling, maniacal laugh: "Hahaha! It's up! It's fucking up!"
The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, revealing a glossy sheen. His previous anxiety vanished, replaced by the extreme excitement of a gambler who had won big. He even wanted to rush over and hug Ling Yun, but was stopped by a calm look from Ling Yun. He could only slap his thigh hard and spin around in place.
At this moment, Professor Liu's face grew increasingly pale. He stared at the straight line that completely ignored any technical resistance, at Mr. Wang's ecstatic face, and at the deafening cheers downstairs. Reason and greed were engaged in a final, fierce battle within him.
"This is insane! This is utterly insane! The RSI is over 95! This doesn't make sense!" he muttered to himself, trying to protect himself with the armor of academic knowledge.
But the stock price ruthlessly shattered his understanding:
8.20… 8.50… 8.80…
Each jump felt like a heavy hammer blow against the barrier of his "rationality." The regret of missing Mr. Wang's opening price gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. He finally couldn't sit still any longer and abruptly stood up.
The moment the stock price surged past the 9.00 yuan mark, Professor Liu's mental defenses completely crumbled!
What technical indicators? What overbought risk? They're all bullshit when faced with real, soaring profits every minute!
He practically stumbled back to his seat, grabbed the phone, and in his haste, dialed the wrong number twice before finally connecting. He no longer cared about maintaining a professorial composure, and shouted incoherently into the receiver:
"Buy! Buy Shenzhen Technology! At the current price! Nine dollars... No! Market order! No matter the price, buy half a position! Quickly! Immediately!"
Unlike Mr. Wang, he didn't dare to invest all his funds, leaving half as a fig leaf of "rationality." When he heard the transaction report—an average price of 9.05 yuan—he let out a long, almost exhausting sigh of relief, slumped into his chair, and realized his back was completely soaked with cold sweat. Looking at the still-climbing stock price on the screen, a sense of relief, like surviving a disaster, welled up inside him, but it was quickly followed by a deeper anxiety—he hadn't bought enough! Should he have invested all his funds?
Time flew by amidst extreme excitement and anxiety.
Shenzhen Technology's stock price has soared like a rocket, continuing its legendary run.
9.50… 10.00… 10.88… 11.20…
The entire sales department, from the VIP rooms to the lobby downstairs, was gripped by a collective frenzy. Those who had bought were cheering and congratulating each other, calculating their profits; those who hadn't bought were red-eyed, beating their chests and cursing their hesitation and foolishness.
The chubby retail investor who had mocked Ling Yun in the lobby was now crouching in a corner, clutching his head, repeatedly muttering in a tearful voice, "Why didn't I buy it... why didn't I buy it too... why did I hesitate when it was over seven yuan!"
When the closing bell finally rang in the afternoon, Shenzhen Technology's stock price settled at a number that sent chills down everyone's spine:
11.68 yuan!
A single-day increase of 64.74%!
silence!
The deathly silence lasted for about two or three seconds!
Immediately following was a roar like a volcanic eruption, almost tearing the roof off!
"Eleven yuan and sixty-eight cents!!!"
"Good heavens! It went up by more than four yuan in one day!"
"Am I dreaming?!"
Wang Degui had completely lost his mind. His face was flushed, he was gesticulating wildly, and he told everyone he met, "I bought it at the opening! Seven yuan and forty-eight cents, all in! Hahaha! I've made a fortune!" He rushed up to Ling Yun, his smile no longer ingratiating, but with an almost worshipful fervor: "Brother Ling! Stock God Ling! You are my benefactor, Wang Degui's benefactor!"
Professor Liu, looking at his position bought at 9.05 yuan and then at the glaring closing price of 11.68 yuan, felt a complex mix of emotions. He was glad he had finally "gotten on board" and made a considerable profit; yet he was also filled with regret for not going all in like Wang the Madman at the opening bell. That moment of hesitation cost him tens of thousands of yuan! He walked to Ling Yun's side, his smile extremely unnatural, carrying a reserved demeanor typical of intellectuals, mixed with a wistful mix of shame and gratitude: "Ling Yun... uh, thank you... sigh, I was too indecisive..."
More people surrounded Ling Yun, forming layers upon layers. Their eyes were no longer filled with simple respect or flattery, but with an almost frantic eagerness and a hint of barely perceptible... resentment? Resentment that he hadn't told them more clearly that "it's definitely possible to buy it."
"Boss Ling! Tomorrow! What will tomorrow bring?"
"Mr. Ling! Is it still possible to pursue her now?!"
"Stock market guru! Please, give me a stock code! Which one is the next Shenzhen Technology?!"
The noise was deafening, and the questions were increasingly blunt and outrageous. They seemed to regard Ling Yun as a god who could turn lead into gold, eagerly hoping to receive another divine revelation from him.
Ling Yun sat in the center of the crowd, feeling the burning gazes directed at him from all directions, listening to Mr. Wang's ecstatic shouts, Professor Liu's regretful sighs, and the irrational questioning from many others.
He picked up the teacup and found that the water inside had already been drunk dry.
Outside the window, the setting sun, like blood, cast a bizarre and grotesque light on the distorted faces inside the room.