"Absolutely and positively!"
Qin Chuan replied without hesitation.
Because today was August 13th, a date he remembered very clearly. The Hang Seng Index would fall again, plummeting to around 6500 points, a brutal drop of nearly three percent.
Then the government in Hong Kong would finally panic. They would hold an emergency meeting overnight, deciding to go all out. If they waited any longer, Hong Kong's economy would be ruined.
It was a knife to the throat either way, but fighting back offered a chance to win. They absolutely could not let those international speculators run rampant any longer.
The next day, the Hong Kong government would deploy a massive amount of foreign exchange and reserve funds to contend with those international speculators who fed on blood. Thus, the now famous Hong Kong financial defense battle would officially begin.
Therefore, today was destined to be another day of significant decline. To make money, one had to short, and be resolutely bearish.
Tomorrow, however, would be a complete reversal, requiring firm bullishness.
"Alright, then I'll go crazy with you one more time!"
Yang Conglong's eyes held a hint of crimson; he had clearly made up his mind.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Chuan noticed something unusual about his brother-in-law and quickly asked.
"Nothing much. Since you dare to bet your entire fortune on one wild gamble, why can't I!"
"Aren't you planning to invest all three million? How can I, the illustrious Young Master Long, be weaker than you, a country bumpkin!"
Yang Conglong declared with great spirit, waving his hand. "Yesterday, I went out and got five million from friends. I'm also going to take a gamble!"
Hearing Yang Conglong's words, Qin Chuan's eyelids twitched. "Brother Long, no... there's no need for you to do this at all!"
"I'm poor, a country bumpkin. If I don't take risks in this life, I'll be poor forever!"
"But you're different. Your financial foundation is much more solid than mine. There's no need to take such a huge risk!"
"Just play around with a million. Whether you win or lose doesn't matter. Why bother competing with a country bumpkin like me?"
Yang Conglong glared. "Damn it, where do you get the impression that my foundation is more solid than yours!"
"What do you mean?"
Qin Chuan was completely bewildered, not understanding the meaning behind Yang Conglong's words.
Yang Conglong seemed conflicted, his expression resembling someone constipated. Finally, he gritted his teeth and put on a look of reckless abandon.
"To tell you the truth, Qin Chuan! You see me driving a million-dollar sports car every day and living a comfortable life, but I'm actually very poor!"
"If I told you that the total amount of money in all my bank cards is less than yours, would you believe me?"
Qin Chuan: "..."
"Brother, don't joke with me!"
Yang Conglong roared. "Who has the leisure to joke with you? This is the truth! The truth, alright?"
"My family is indeed wealthy, but my parents are very strict with my finances. I only get tens of thousands of yuan as pocket money each month. The million or so in my bank card is what I've managed to save over the years."
Qin Chuan was utterly astonished. He hadn't expected this outcome, and then he felt a surge of speechlessness.
Listen to this! Tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money every month. This is outrageous; people are really driven to death by comparison. This is 1998, not two decades later.
Even twenty years later, tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money each month would be considered a lot, indicative of a bona fide second-generation rich person.
And now Yang Conglong, with tens of thousands of yuan monthly, was still not satisfied. Qin Chuan didn't know what to say.
Of course, such thoughts could only be a mental grumble; they couldn't be spoken aloud.
This society would never be fair. Some were born with golden spoons in their mouths, while others came from impoverished backgrounds, struggling to eat.
This was the reality of life!
To break this imbalance, one could only rely on their own efforts later in life.
A saying on the internet in later years put it well: Since you can't be a second-generation rich person in this life, work hard to become a first-generation rich person, so your son and daughter can be second-generation rich.
"Then... Brother Long, are you also going all-in?"
Qin Chuan asked uncertainly.
"Of course!"
Yang Conglong nodded fiercely. "Since you have the courage to invest three million, I'll invest six million. We'll make a killing! At worst, my father will beat me and ground me for a month!"
Qin Chuan's fragile heart was hit again. Listen to this: losing six million would only result in being beaten and grounded for a month.
He wished he had parents like that, instead of having to run around day after day for money and fight with various competitors.
"Alright, since we've decided, let's go all out!"
"The market is about to open. Call and have the funds transferred to the account!"
Qin Chuan regained his composure.
"However, Brother Long, let's be clear beforehand. You need to listen to me as much as possible. Otherwise, if we lose money, don't blame me!"
"No problem!"
Yang Conglong nodded, then quickly took out his phone and started making calls.
Before long, all the funds were transferred. The two accounts originally held only 2.49 million.
Now, with Qin Chuan's two million and Yang Conglong's five million, the total became 9.49 million. This was definitely a substantial amount of capital.
With ten times leverage, that was 94.9 million, just shy of 100 million.
It was terrifying!
The two of them called for Mao Huasheng and asked him to operate for them again.
When Mao Huasheng saw the enormous amount of money in the account, he was also shocked, his jaw dropping. He couldn't figure out the background of these two young people; their money seemed inexhaustible.
Fortunately, Mao Huasheng was a professional, with strong psychological resilience. After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly resumed his professional demeanor and asked, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Qin, how should we operate with this amount of capital this time?"
"Continue to short, resolutely short!"
Qin Chuan said without hesitation, his tone extremely firm.
Yang Conglong also chimed in, "Listen to him. Today, we'll go all out. Success or annihilation!"
Mao Huasheng was startled by this statement and quickly focused on operating.
The moment the market opened, they swiftly entered, resolutely shorting.
The Hang Seng Index market today opened with a drop of over twenty points. As the buy and sell contracts were executed, the funds in the account began to change rapidly.
"It's falling! It's really falling again!"
Yang Conglong, standing behind them, saw the index plummeting right after the opening and was so excited he was dancing.
No one knew the immense psychological pressure he had endured to raise five million this time. If he lost, the consequences would be severe.
After all, no matter how wealthy the Yang family was, five million was not a small sum, and the punishment would be harsh.
Qin Chuan, seeing the market index decline, felt a significant weight lift off his tense heart.
Now they were all-in, with a total capital of 9.49 million. With ten times leverage, every point the market rose or fell meant a fluctuation of over 900,000.
With such a large swing in capital, if Qin Chuan hadn't been a reborn individual with some foreknowledge, he wouldn't have dared to play like this.
It was too exciting!
It was too crazy!
No wonder the stock market and futures were so addictive. This was truly a place filled with magic. One could do nothing all day but quietly eat sunflower seeds and snacks, and if there were beautiful women, they could be called over to liven up the atmosphere.
As long as one followed the trend, money would pour in!
Of course, if one went the wrong way, the losses would be equally terrifying, leading to bankruptcy.
In just a few minutes, the fluctuations in the account funds had already exceeded a million.
Those with heart conditions or weak psychological resilience simply couldn't handle it.