The flaw with back was that it could only rewind one minute. Dong Xuebin had no way of predicting what would happen after Da Qin Railway rapidly hit its daily limit.
Half a minute passed. Da Qin Railway's limit-up board opened again, surged briefly, then pulled back to a 6.28% gain.
Even so, Zhou Changchun's excitement did not diminish in the slightest.
To be honest, this was the first time Zhou Changchun had admired someone so much in the field of stocks. He figured that with Dong Xuebin's ability to observe ultra-short-term movements, none of those TV stock commentators or analysts could compare to Little Dong. They were behind by more than just one level.
Who dared to boast in front of him that a particular stock would definitely rise the next moment? Who dared to pound their chest and guarantee that a stock with no signs of falling was about to plunge sharply? Only Little Dong dared—and he had been right every time.
Zhou Changchun looked at Dong Xuebin beside him. The more he looked, the more pleasing Dong Xuebin seemed. He really did have a capable man under him.
"Come, have some water." Zhou Changchun lowered himself enough to pour Dong Xuebin a cup of water in a disposable paper cup.
Dong Xuebin hurriedly stood up with both hands outstretched. "No, no, thank you, Director. I'll do it myself, myself."
Zhou Changchun gave a kind, genial chuckle and patted his shoulder, motioning for him to sit. "You don't need to be so polite with me from now on. From the first day you entered the office, I knew you weren't ordinary. Haha, see? I guessed right, didn't I? Ordinary people can't compare to your skill at analyzing short-term trends."
"You flatter me."
The more Dong Xuebin listened, the