The final exams were over, and the teachers entered the grading phase.
Xi Yanfan forced herself not to check the stock market and obediently sat in the office grading papers.
But for some reason, she felt inexplicably uneasy while grading. Her mind was foggy, as if she had been cursed.
It was not until she got off work that afternoon that she tremblingly took out her phone and glanced at the stock.
Jinghai Beverage had plummeted another 5%!
She cursed angrily, then exited the stock app with a pale face, overwhelmed by regret.
On the second day of grading, Jinghai Beverage plummeted!
On the third day of grading, Jinghai Beverage plummeted!
On the fourth day, there were no more papers to grade. She had finished them all.
Xi Yanfan curled up under the covers in her dormitory and slept fitfully.
Only stock traders knew how agonizing this feeling was.
Every hour, every minute, every second, the wealth they had painstakingly accumulated was being mercilessly vaporized. Their family fortunes were disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye!
At ten in the morning, Xi Yanfan was finally jolted awake by a nightmare.
She had dreamed that Jinghai Beverage had finally been designated ST, then suffered a string of savage limit-downs. Everyone had lined up to jump from the rooftop, and those who had lost the most were allowed to cut in line. Before long, she had been courteously ushered to the front.
The first thing she did after waking was to tremblingly open her phone. Her face fell the next second.
It had not hit the limit-down, but it had still fallen another two points. It was now fluctuating weakly on a small scale, looking utterly listless.
She opened the stock forum, where a crowd was noisily grumbling in fury.