About half an hour later, in the VIP client room of a brokerage firm named Zhongcai Futures, Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong were gathered around a computer, with a staff member nearby.
This was a company specializing in futures trading, and the staff were more professional, the service better, and all the equipment was top-notch.
"It's done!"
Yang Conglong, sitting in front of the computer, followed the staff's guidance, opened the software, entered his account number and password step by step, and pressed Enter. When he saw the familiar account page, he exclaimed excitedly.
He hadn't used this account for a long time, so he was quite uncertain if he could log in.
Seeing that he had logged in, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, would you like us to explain the futures rules to you two?"
The staff member, seemingly sensing that Qin Chuan and Yang Conglong were novices, kindly asked.
"No need! You go about your business. I'll call you if we need anything!"
Yang Conglong waved his hand dismissively, asking the staff member to leave.
"Damn it, who is he looking down on? I just haven't traded much, it doesn't mean I don't understand the rules of futures!"
Yang Conglong grumbled, while Qin Chuan, with a curious expression, stared at the computer.
It was his first time seeing the futures interface of this era, which was quite similar to later versions. All sorts of K-line charts were already present and looked very impressive.
Blue and red bars formed mountain-like undulating waves, and within each wave, countless people had either lost their fortunes or made a fortune.
At this moment, Yang Conglong clicked on the K-line chart of the Hang Seng Index. As far as the eye could see, red and green were mixed, representing a day of battle between bulls and bears.
Because today was August 10th, the Hang Seng Index had reached the psychological barrier of seven thousand points. All investors who paid attention to the Hang Seng Index were eagerly awaiting whether it could hold this crucial level.
If the Hang Seng Index were to fall below seven thousand points, it would be another huge blow to all investors, a low point in sentiment, hence the fierce battle between the bulls and bears today.
However, in Qin Chuan's memory, seven thousand points would not hold. The Hang Seng Index had dropped to a low of around six thousand five hundred points. He couldn't recall the exact figure, but it was in that range.
After all, in his previous life, he hadn't paid much attention to the stock market, and these figures were only learned later when he started learning about it for fun.
"The Hang Seng has fallen to seven thousand points. This critical level must not be broken, otherwise, it will be hell!"
Yang Conglong murmured softly.
Although he didn't trade futures, he paid close attention to the Hang Seng Index, as it was closely linked to the A-shares in mainland China. If things were bad here, they would also be bad for the A-shares.
The Hang Seng Index had fallen from over eleven thousand nine hundred points to its current level, a drop of about forty percent. Countless investors had wailed, deeply trapped.
"The Hang Seng at seven thousand points will not hold. It will break!"
Qin Chuan said.
"What the heck, you don't understand the stock market, what are you talking about?"
Yang Conglong glared.
"Didn't I tell you? That dream I had, it said the Hang Seng at seven thousand points wouldn't hold, and tomorrow would be the day everyone's psychological defenses collapsed!"
Qin Chuan explained.
"Get lost! It's already this late, and you're still messing with me!"
'Pian ban ji' is a curse from the Jin Province, similar to talking nonsense.
"I'm serious, that dream, it was very real!"
Qin Chuan didn't know how to explain the situation, so he could only attribute it all to his dreams and stick to his story.
"Brother Long, can we start depositing money into the account now?"
Yang Conglong shifted his gaze from the computer screen to Qin Chuan's face: "Are you really going to play? Once the money is in, there's no turning back!"
"I'm absolutely certain!"
Qin Chuan replied, his handsome face resolute.
Yang Conglong stopped asking and took out his phone to make a call.
"You said you wanted to invest three hundred thousand, didn't you? We don't need to be that troublesome. I have enough money in my card, I'll use my money to cover you first."
"You can transfer it to me later!"
Seeing Yang Conglong already on the phone, Qin Chuan hesitated for two seconds before finally speaking up: "Uh... Brother Long, I actually lied."
"This time, I brought three million..."
Yang Conglong, who had already connected the call and was about to speak to the bank, suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide as dinner plates, and his voice rose several octaves: "How much?!"
Qin Chuan felt a little guilty, his face full of awkwardness, and he quietly held up three fingers: "Three million!"
Yang Conglong directly hung up the phone, then swiftly reached out and grabbed Qin Chuan by the collar, his face contorted in rage, looking as if he could devour him: "Are you crazy!"
"You dare to gamble all your savings on futures!!"
When Qin Chuan was at his house before, he had already revealed his current financial situation. Yang Conglong knew that three million was definitely all of Qin Chuan's savings.
Daring to bet his entire fortune on futures was sheer madness, a lunatic's act!
Qin Chuan looked at the furious Yang Conglong in front of him, feeling no anger at all. Instead, his heart was warm, because this brother-in-law truly cared about him.
"Brother Long, I know my actions are crazy, but that dream was too real, and I've been having it for over half a month."
"I want to try!"
Qin Chuan explained patiently.
"But even if you want to try, you can't risk all your savings!"
Yang Conglong was still furious: "Do you know the consequences if you lose?"
"I know perfectly well!"
Qin Chuan replied with a smile.
"Brother Long, haven't you heard the saying that if a rich person doesn't take risks, they'll remain rich forever, while it's the opposite for the poor? If they don't take risks, they'll remain poor forever!"
"I want to take a gamble!!"
"But you still can't risk all your savings! No matter what, I absolutely won't allow you to be so reckless!"
Yang Conglong's attitude was firm and unyielding.
Qin Chuan was momentarily put in a difficult position. Finally, he took a small step back: "How about this, I'll put in one million first to play around. If we make money in the next two days, then we can consider increasing the capital."
Yang Conglong's expression softened considerably upon hearing this. After a moment of deliberation: "One million is still a lot, but it's acceptable..."
"Alright, it's settled then!"
Qin Chuan, afraid Yang Conglong would go back on his word, immediately made the decision, not allowing Yang Conglong to say anything more.
"Do you have that much money in your card? If not, we'll go out and transfer it now..."
"Who do you think you're looking down on? A mere one million can't stump me, Young Master Long!"
Yang Conglong rolled his eyes with a look of disdain.
As he spoke, he started dialing again: "Hello, Manager Liu? This is Yang Conglong, yes!"
"Please transfer two million from my card to an international account for me. The account number is xxxxxx."
After Yang Conglong hung up, Qin Chuan looked confused.
"Brother Long, didn't you say I should only play with one million? Why two million?"
Yang Conglong wore a dejected expression, which quickly turned into one of arrogance.
"Don't even mention it. It's all your fault, you've made me tempted too, wanting to try my hand at futures!"
"Since even you dare to put in a million to play, how can I, the great Young Master Long, fall behind!"
Qin Chuan: "..."