Initiating Futures Trading

Zhang Hao disliked mess and had a touch of mysophobia. He admired minimalism, and while he couldn't live a truly minimalist life, he was heavily influenced by it. His home wasn't cluttered, and he didn't buy random junk. He enjoyed a clean home life.

At home, besides work and trading stocks, his greatest pleasure was good food. He rarely ordered takeout, preferring to cook his own meals. His life was extremely regimented.

As for girlfriends, Zhang Hao had dated one in college. He was a typical "steel straight man" and truly didn't understand how to coax a girl. Sometimes, he couldn't even grasp why she was upset. Coupled with his own bad mood after his parents' death, they drifted apart, going their separate ways after graduation.

Every night at 10:30 PM, Zhang Hao would go to bed on time. Tonight was no different, but he couldn't sleep at all.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The scene from that morning kept replaying in his mind. He pondered what the other person wanted. They were too mysterious, and their methods were completely beyond his comprehension or ability to resist.

After an unknown amount of tossing and turning, Zhang Hao finally fell asleep, only to be plagued by nightmares.

The next morning, Zhang Hao woke with a start. He glanced at his phone; it was just past 5 AM. With a sigh, he got up and went out. He usually went for an hour-long jog at 6 AM, but today he was up early. He still stuck to his routine, heading out for a run and to buy some vegetables and meat.

No matter what, life had to go on.

At 9:15 AM, Zhang Hao opened his computer and his stock account precisely on time. He discovered that the single, terrible stock he had bought was already listed with a limit-up order during the pre-market trading session, leaving him dumbfounded.

The market opened at 9:30 AM, and the stock instantly traded. Zhang Hao was speechless. From yesterday to today, it was like he had experienced three consecutive limit-up gains. This kind of operation was unheard of.

Including principal and profit, it was already over 40 million!

Zhang Hao tentatively asked, "Are you there?"

"Yes!"

A single character popped up.

Zhang Hao clutched his chest and muttered, "One day, you'll scare me to death. Like a ghost..."

Just then, the mouse moved again. Zhang Hao saw another order placed. This time, the stock was one he was very familiar with, a small-cap stock. Dozens of buy orders were placed, each at a different price and quantity. The speed was incredible! As each order executed, over 4 million quickly entered the market.

This time, Zhang Hao felt a surge of confidence. He didn't know why, perhaps it was the other party's overwhelming methods that left him no room for argument.

With a series of clicks on the screen, another line of text appeared.

"Go to the securities company and enable futures trading!"

Zhang Hao was stunned. He didn't understand futures trading at all. In fact, he didn't understand much about stocks either. The only reason he dared to trade stocks was because he used a simple, brute-force method. His sole purpose in entering the stock market was to outpace bank interest rates. While he had thoughts of getting rich, he wisely knew that aiming for immense wealth usually meant becoming a chopped leek.

As a liberal arts major, he was naturally insensitive to numbers. Zhang Hao didn't even grasp the concept of futures. However, he knew futures were different from stocks. With stocks, as long as you didn't use leverage or borrow money, it was practically impossible to lose all your capital, unless you encountered a truly terrible stock, which was rare and avoidable with a little caution.

Zhang Hao knew that futures trading involved leverage. If something went wrong, he could lose every last cent. Therefore, he had an instinctive aversion to futures trading. He could understand stock trading, but futures trading was beyond his comprehension.

"This... Mi Feng, I don't understand futures..." Zhang Hao's voice lacked conviction.

"You don't need to understand! You just need to enable futures trading. You have a dedicated account manager, go ask him to handle it!"

Zhang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Keep my principal in the stock market. The rest of the money can go into the futures market." He valued his principal highly; it was his future security.

He truly understood how difficult it was to earn money. Sometimes, chasing payment for design work involved all sorts of heartache and humbling himself. As someone without grand ambitions or great aspirations, while not content to just wait for death, he couldn't afford to be reckless if he wanted to ensure he wouldn't end up begging for food.

"Coward!"

Two words popped up. Zhang Hao's face immediately flushed red. This guy truly gave him no face at all.

"So what if I'm a coward? It's better than having no food to eat..."

Zhang Hao had no one to rely on. If he went bankrupt, he wouldn't even know where to find food. Moreover, his character dictated that he would never borrow money from anyone; he would rely solely on himself. Ever since his parents passed away, he had understood this principle: relying on others would lead to them leaving, relying on mountains would lead to them collapsing, and relying on oneself was best!

In reality, Zhang Hao truly didn't understand futures. He thought leaving his principal would avoid danger, but that wasn't safe. If Mi Feng tricked him, he could not only lose his principal but also be ruined and even owe money to the brokerage firm.

A moment later, two words appeared on the screen.

"Okay!"

Then Zhang Hao saw the stock hit the limit-up. He was truly shocked to the extreme. This was faster than robbing a bank! At the beginning, this stock was in the red, down seven percent. Although he didn't buy at the absolute lowest point, it wasn't more than two percent off. With the combined up and down movement, it was a fifteen percent gain. It made Zhang Hao feel as if the stock market was his personal playground!

He rubbed his eyes vigorously. Today was another huge profit. With this approach, doubling his capital would be effortless!

At this moment, Zhang Hao felt like his own stock trading was pathetic, incomparable to Mi Feng. This person was truly abnormal.

Another line of text floated across the screen.

"Go to Wanbao Securities, Tianhe Securities, Zhengfan Securities, Dadi Securities to open accounts and enable options trading at the same time."

Zhang Hao said weakly, "You can open them online..."

"Options account opening requires a personal visit to the securities company to fill out forms." Zhang Hao said, "Let's enable options first. I'll make a call."

Zhang Hao's account manager was named Chen Lizhong. They knew each other, though not well. When he called, Chen Lizhong was very polite. "Mr. Zhang, what can I do for you? Haha, long time no see."

Zhang Hao replied politely, "Manager Chen, hello, hello. It has indeed been a long time."

Chen Lizhong knew that clients didn't call for idle chat. After a few pleasantries, he asked, "Mr. Zhang, what can I help you with?" He was very courteous. Zhang Hao was a good client with substantial funds, making him a key client.

Zhang Hao said, "Manager Chen, I want to enable futures trading... I remember you recommended I open an account before. I wasn't sure then, but is it still possible?"

Chen Lizhong was overjoyed. Account managers had targets, and opening more futures trading accounts earned bonuses. He repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, absolutely! I'm at the company right now. Mr. Zhang can come and handle it anytime!"

A few words appeared on the screen.

"Handle it today!"

Zhang Hao said, "Okay, I'll come over and do it today."