The East Wind of Stocks

After wrapping up his stock trading, Cao Bin turned to Guo Yuan and asked, "Did you understand?"

"I did. Second Uncle, has my mom been pressuring you to go on blind dates again lately?"

"Yeah."

"If it's really that bad, just find someone. Then they'll stop bothering you."

"I'm a non-marriage advocate," Cao Bin said expressionlessly.

Guo Yuan rolled his eyes at that. What non-marriage advocate, my ass.

His second uncle's income wasn't low, but aside from the down payment on this apartment and the more than 2,200 yuan monthly mortgage payment covered by his housing provident fund, he hadn't saved a single cent.

The reason was simple: Cao Bin loved hitting on pretty girls, and all his money went toward that.

It was no exaggeration to say that Cao Bin spent at least ten days a month in hotels. His kidneys were practically made of iron.

But Cao Bin was the type who could wander through a garden of flowers without a single petal sticking to him. A sweetie in bed, Madam Niu once he was out of it—he was more of a playboy than any playboy.

Naturally, a playboy couldn't have an official girlfriend, which was why Cao Bin was still single to this day.

Of course, Cao Bin didn't think of himself as a playboy. In his words, he was a non-marriage advocate who only used his body, never his heart.

"If you've got nothing better to do, stop bothering me. I need to calculate the future stock trends." As he spoke, Cao Bin opened some calculation software that Guo Yuan couldn't understand and began hammering away at the keyboard.

Math wasn't omnipotent, but being proficient in it could really solve a lot of problems. Your second uncle might have lost money on this stock, but the next one he calculated would bring in a small profit. You should follow his lead.

Guo Yuan's eyes lit up at that. He had originally planned to slip away, but why leave now? He had to wait for his second uncle to finish calculating the results.

What Guo Yuan hadn't expected was that he would end up waiting the entire afternoon. Before he knew it, it was already dark outside.

Guo Yuan casually ordered takeout on his phone and finished eating. Then, he opened the only competitive mobile game on his phone—the game he had played for the most years: Fight the Landlord.

As usual, Guo Yuan entered the Master Room for Heaven-and-Earth Wildcards. Just as he was about to show off his skills and dominate the table, the narrator's voice rang out in his mind:

Your luck with cards is terrible today. After seven rounds, your 30 million beans will become 3,000.

Guo Yuan's finger froze, and he quietly chose to exit.

The narrator had already proven itself. He still had to listen to its advice.

"Finally finished. I'll buy this one next. Huh? Why are you still here?"

"I never left! I even ordered you some takeout." With that, Guo Yuan handed the now-cold burger and fries to Cao Bin.

Cao Bin didn't mind. He took the burger, bit into it, then asked suspiciously, "Your mom didn't send you here to forcibly drag me off to a blind date, did she?"

"How could that be? Second Uncle, I'm on your side."

"Really?"

"Absolutely! Oh, right, Second Uncle—you spent all afternoon calculating. Which stock did you come up with? Tell me!"

"Didn't I already tell you about one before?"

"I just don't have a good feeling about that one. The moment I saw its name, I felt like it was going to lose money."

"Pah, pah, pah! Lose money, my ass. Stop talking with that crow mouth of yours. The one I just calculated is Longcheng Biology." As he spoke, Cao Bin opened Longcheng Biology's stock and bought another twenty lots.

Your second uncle might be a scumbag, but his talent for mathematics was trustworthy. Just buy it.

Guo Yuan silently memorized the name Longcheng Biology, then said goodbye to his second uncle.

After returning home, Guo Yuan hurriedly sat down in front of his computer and opened a stock trading website.

Come to think of it, this wasn't Guo Yuan's first time dealing with stocks. He had opened an account before, but that had been two years ago.

This time, Guo Yuan had learned through the narrator about the outcome of Longcheng Biology, the stock his second uncle had calculated. He was planning to go big.

The organizers of that previous signing event had given Guo Yuan a red envelope containing 20,000 yuan.

For a writer at his level, the organizers had invited him for publicity. It was already pretty good that they had given him a red envelope; there was no way he could expect an appearance fee.

With that 20,000 yuan, plus some money he had left over from before, Guo Yuan had total savings of 27,421.36 yuan.

Longcheng Biology was currently priced at 50 yuan per share. Guo Yuan kept 2,421.36 yuan aside and used 25,000 yuan to buy five lots of Longcheng Biology stock.

The instant Guo Yuan completed the transaction, the narrator's voice rang out in his mind again.

You caught a ride on your second uncle's coattails. Longcheng Biology's stock will begin rising in one day and start falling after one week. Its peak price will be 55.25 yuan.

The moment he heard the narrator's words, the weight in Guo Yuan's heart instantly lifted.

If everything went smoothly, he only needed to sell the stock a week later to earn around 2,625 yuan.

2,625 yuan didn't sound like much, but that was ultimately because Guo Yuan's principal was too small.

Cao Bin, for instance, had bought twenty lots, which meant he would make 10,500 yuan.

To be fair, that kind of increase was already pretty good.

After all, Cao Bin had told him before that the overall market was currently relatively stable. Stable meant it wouldn't rise or fall by much.

Earning more than 2,600 yuan in a week—equivalent to one-tenth of his principal—already left Guo Yuan extremely satisfied.

If this sort of thing happened a few more times in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about his mortgage anymore.

After buying the stock, Guo Yuan opened Atom. He had previously taken on a front-end web development job online, and the submission deadline was coming up soon.

"Clackety-clack~" Guo Yuan's fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code appearing one after another.

Guo Yuan himself did not know how to program, but the memories he had inherited seemed to contain excellent coding skills. With over a decade of experience as a veteran programmer, he could handle web front-end development, back-end integration, and Java with ease.

Thanks to those skills, Guo Yuan had made a modest name for himself in the programmer job-sharing group within half a year. Quite a few clients specifically sought him out, and some newcomers came to him whenever they ran into something they did not understand.

Everyone simply assumed he was an experienced old programmer, the kind who was over thirty.

Guo Yuan did not bother explaining otherwise. With that persona, clients rarely tried to haggle him down when placing orders. There was no point trying that sort of thing on an old hand.

Ding~ You have a new email. Please check it.

Hearing the narrator's words, Guo Yuan paused and casually opened his inbox.

The email was from Lawyer Hu. Its general meaning was that negotiating a partnership with this television station would not be easy. Another television station had happened to contact him, so he wanted to go talk with them instead.

Lawyer Hu also told him that this television station from the island nation had partnerships with certain domestic publishing houses and film and television companies. Someone from their side might come looking for him, so Guo Yuan should stay alert and not let himself get fooled.

After reading the email, Guo Yuan thanked Lawyer Hu.

In the past, he might have worried about being taken in. But now that he had the narrator, Guo Yuan felt that no one would be able to fool him.