When Chen Xi returned to his office, the first thing he did after sitting down was to refresh the announcement page of Bidiya.
F5, Enter.
F5, Enter.
F5, Enter.
Every time the page is refreshed it is the same content - no new announcements.
Chen Xi stared at the screen and repeated this action mechanically with his fingers.
The bulletin board was always as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.
Su Wantang walked in with a cup of tea and was stunned for a moment when he saw that she was still in front of the computer.
"You haven't left yet?"
Chen Xi shook his head.
"Bidiya's semi-annual report hasn't been released yet. It should have been released today, but it's been delayed until now, which is a bit abnormal."
Su Wantang put the tea cup on her table and glanced at the screen.
"Maybe it will be soon. Don't be too nervous."
Chen Xi picked up the tea cup and took a sip without taking his eyes off the screen.
"I know. But the longer I delay, the less sure I feel."
Su Wantang sat down opposite her and did not leave.
She flipped through the news on her phone and occasionally looked up at Chen Xi.
The light in the office gradually dimmed, Chen Xi turned on the desk lamp, and the orange light reflected her tired face.
It's past get off work time.
The footsteps in the corridor gradually became sparse, and finally became completely silent.
Chen Xi was still sitting in front of the computer, with his fingers on the mouse, and he pressed F5 on the screen countless times.
Zhao Chen walked over from the other end of the corridor and was about to go downstairs.
When passing by Chen Xi's office, he saw the light coming from the crack in the door and stopped.
Su Wantang followed him and stopped. Zhao Chen opened the door and saw Chen Xi sitting in front of the computer, the desk lamp was on, and the familiar announcement page was still on the screen.
"You haven't left yet?" Zhao Chen walked in.
Chen Xi raised his head with a complicated expression.
"The semi-annual reports of Zhao Zong and Bidiya haven't been released yet. Logically speaking, they have to be issued today, but it has been delayed until now, and I feel something is wrong."
Su Wantang walked in behind Zhao Chen and sat down next to Chen Xi.
Zhao Chen leaned on the edge of the desk, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Chen Xi.
"Are you waiting for the semi-annual report?" Zhao Chen asked.
Chen Xi nodded. "The research reports from brokerage companies say that the semi-annual report will be very bad, but to what extent it is bad, I want to see with my own eyes."
Zhao Chen was silent for a while, and then said something that surprised Chen Xi.
"No need to wait. The brokerage's research report has already told us--
Subsidies have been reduced, profits in the first quarter fell by 83%, and the half-year report will not be much better.
You already know it, why are you waiting?"
Chen Xi opened his mouth but said nothing.
Zhao Chen looked at her and softened his voice. "Are you afraid that the numbers are worse than expected?"
Chen Xi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
"2.5 billion capital, 2.5 times leverage.
Although I know it is a long-term investment, I still feel stressed when I actually see the numbers."
Zhao Chen did not answer the call immediately.
He glanced at Su Watang, who nodded slightly.
Then he pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Chen Xi.
"Chen Xi, I understand your mood very well."
Zhao Chen's voice is very calm,
"At the end of 2016, when I was Short Selling Henglong, I lost all my net worth.
Not part of it, but all of it.
I didn't have much money at that time, so the money from selling the car, borrowing money, and pledging shares were all pledged."
Chen Xi raised his head and looked at him.
Zhao Chen continued. "It was the same when High Leverage bought Bitcoin.
At that time, Bitcoin rose from 800 US Dollar to 1,000 US Dollar, then fell back to more than 800 US Dollar, fluctuating back and forth.
I check the prices every night before I go to bed, and the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is check the prices. I understand the pressure."
Chen Xi's eyes lit up, but he didn't speak.
Zhao Chen leaned back in the chair and his tone became more casual.
"Later I figured it out. If you believe your judgment is right, then short-term fluctuations are not important.
The market is already aware of Bidiya's half-year report difference.
When it comes out, the stock price may drop again. But so what? We originally built positions in batches, and the lower the price, the more we bought.
If it falls to 35, we will buy 35 chips. If it falls to 30, we will buy 30 chips.
As long as Bidiya and Fundamentals do not change, anything that falls will rise back.
I'm also worried that the stock price of Bidiya has been strong and will not fall. It's better for you, because you are worried about poor performance!"
Zhao Chen made a little joke to liven up the atmosphere.
Su Wantang whispered from the side.
"Xi Xi, Xiao Chen is right. With 25 billion in funds, the pressure is indeed great.
But you are not responsible for it alone. I will help you keep an eye on the fund scheduling, you are responsible for transaction execution, and we will solve problems together if there are any."
Chen Xi looked at the two people in front of him, was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled.
"Did you make an appointment to comfort me?"
Zhao Chen stood up. "I'm not comforting you. I'm treating you to a meal. Let's go, I'm starving."
Chen Xi was stunned for a moment. "Now?"
Zhao Chen has already walked towards the door.
"Now. After dinner, go home and wait. Anyway, the announcement will come out sooner or later. There is no difference between you sitting here and refreshing it at home."
Su Wantang pulled up Chen Xi, helped her turn off the computer and took her coat.
The three people walked out of the office. The corridor was quiet, only their footsteps echoed in the empty space.
We had dinner at a small restaurant near Henglong.
Zhao Chen ordered a few home-cooked dishes, La Zi Ji, pickled fish, Stir-fried Seasonal Vegetables, and a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.
Chen Xi didn't eat much, and he was flicking his chopsticks around in the bowl.
Zhao Chen did not persuade her to eat more, but occasionally gave her a piece of food with chopsticks.
Halfway through eating, Chen Xi suddenly said something.
"Zhao Zong, you are right. Bidiya's semi-annual report difference is something that the market already knows.
I should focus on building positions, not on announcements."
Zhao Chen put down his chopsticks. "Do you understand?"
Chen Xi nodded. "I understand. But I still may not be able to control it. I will turn on the computer and take a look when I get home."
Zhao Chen smiled. "Then take a look. After watching, turn it off and go to sleep."
After dinner, Zhao Chen sent Chen Xi home.
Chen Xi lives in a community not far from the company, less than ten minutes' walk.
Zhao Chen's car was parked downstairs of her house. Chen Xi got out of the car, turned around and said "Zhao Zong good night", then turned and went upstairs.
Zhao Chen did not leave immediately.
He sat in the car and watched the lights on the windows of Chen Xi's home before starting the car and leaving.
Chen Xi returned home, changed into slippers, washed his hands, and sat down at the desk.
She opened her laptop and refreshed the announcement page of BYD out of habit.
This time, the announcement came out.
Posted at 11:47pm, stuck on deadline.
Chen Xi's mouse pointer hovered over the announcement title, paused for a few seconds, and then clicked on it.
She glanced through it quickly.
The numbers were a little worse than expected, but she wasn't too surprised.
Research reports from brokerages have lowered expectations very low, but the actual figures are several percentage points lower than the brokers' expectations.
She read the announcement from beginning to end, closed the computer, and leaned back in her chair.
Her first reaction was to pick up her phone and call Zhao Chen.
My finger has already pressed on the number Zhao Chen, and my thumb is hanging above the dial key.
She hesitated for a moment, then put down the phone.
Zhao Chen said that he doesn't care about this semi-annual report. He should be asleep now.
Even if I haven't slept, I will only say one thing when I get the phone call - "I know, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Chen Xi put the phone on the table, turned off the lamp, and lay down on the bed.
The night outside the window is very dark, and the lights of the cruise ship are moving on the Yangtze River in the distance.
She closed her eyes, still running through the numbers in her mind.
But she didn't get up and turn on the computer again.
Everything will wait until work tomorrow!