Chapter 85: No Dumping Stocks, Wen Zhou’s Assistance

Words : 1817 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

Chapter 85: No Dumping Stocks, Wen Zhou’s Assistance“Is he resigning?” Su Wanyu curiously glanced out the window. Luo Juncheng was lowering his head in silence, packing up his desk. “A solid base camp, but soldiers come and go—this is perfectly normal,” Lu Liang replied dismissively. He picked up Su Wanyu’s attendance card and booked the remaining 70 lessons in two separate sessions. The lessons were already nearing their end. “Aren’t the graduate exams usually held at the end of the year? There’s still three or four months to go. Why start preparing now?” he asked. “You’re talking about the unified exams for graduate school. Registration opens next month, on the 22nd.” “Well, that’s still over a month away. How do you plan to spend the time until then?” “My dad wants me to go back home for a while. I’ll return after the Mid-Autumn Festival to register,” she replied. “When are you leaving?” Lu Liang asked in surprise. “The day after tomorrow.” Su Wanyu pouted slightly, showing a hint of dissatisfaction. “You’re not even going to try to persuade me to stay?” Lu Liang chuckled and asked back, “Do I even have the qualifications to compete with your dad for his daughter?” “My dad is your father-in-law! Hmph~” Su Wanyu retorted, her tone full of arrogance. However, the small trace of displeasure in her heart was quickly dispelled. A girl’s biggest dream, without a doubt, is to walk down the aisle with the one she loves. Lu Liang’s comment hinted that he had thought about their future, and how could she not be delighted by that? “What school are you planning to apply for graduate studies?” Lu Liang asked. “I told you last time—Tongji University’s International Trade program.” “Think you can make it?” “I’m strong, very strong!” she replied confidently. Two hours flew by, and the 70 lessons were completed. Su Wanyu’s work had finally wrapped up. She waved her hand generously, saying, “Where shall we eat tonight? You decide. My treat.” At 400 yuan per lesson, even after deducting platform fees, she still pocketed over 26,000 yuan. She exuded the spirit of someone who was rich and unrestrained. Lu Liang’s smile was full of teasing. “You’re sure? I’ll give you one last chance to rephrase that.” Su Wanyu recalled the times she had treated him to fancy hotpot at villa restaurants. The final bill for each meal had been enough to cover several months of her living expenses. Feeling a sudden wave of pressure, she almost faltered but refused to back down. Keeping her head high, she said, “I’m sure. Anything’s fine.” Lu Liang drove to a clay pot porridge restaurant they frequented. Although the average cost per person was over 200 yuan, it was far cheaper than the villa restaurants or riverside dining spots they’d been to. Seeing the restaurant, Su Wanyu clutched her chest in relief and exhaled deeply. She raised her hands in prayer above her head, full of gratitude. “Thank you, Boss Lu, for sparing this humble girl’s wallet!” Lu Liang couldn’t help but laugh. He reached out to ruffle her hair. “Weren’t you always the cool and aloof type? How did you turn into this?” “Not at all! Times change, people change. In this world, it’s always best to prepare multiple faces,” she declared, not the least bit ashamed. Her aloofness had stemmed from unfamiliarity, but now that they were close, it was a different story. ȐАℕồꞖÊṢ “Let’s go! It’s already 7 p.m., and I’m starving.” She grabbed Lu Liang’s hand and strode eagerly toward the restaurant. Lu Liang smiled, enjoying the rare moment of being led by someone else. The next morning, Lu Liang was at the company, listening to an English cassette tape that Su Wanyu had specially prepared for him. According to her, once he passed the English CET-4 exam, there’d be no need for a foreign tutor. At that point, progress would rely more on self-discipline and vocabulary accumulation. Lu Liang wasn’t just aiming for daily communication—he wanted to read highly technical financial articles. This path offered no shortcuts; it would take sheer memorization and effort. Hiring a foreign tutor at that stage would simply be a waste of money. Su Wanyu’s argument was logical, and she’d repeatedly emphasized that hiring a foreign tutor was just throwing money down the drain. That’s when Lu Liang thought of a possibility. “Jealous?” he wondered. With most liberal arts majors being female, foreign language programs were especially female-dominated. Among them were undoubtedly many exceptional individuals, like Su Wanyu herself. Back then, when he had suggested hiring a foreign tutor, she had reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, outright declaring, “Of course I’m jealous! You’re not allowed to hire one. If you don’t understand, just ask me!” Lu Liang could only laugh and agree. As 9 a.m. approached, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. [25, no dumping stocks this week.] The code “000025” referred to Teli A’s stock. Lu Liang smiled and deleted the message. Although he didn’t know who had sent it, a mutual understanding had already formed between them—to make this stock take off. After all, Teli A had dominated the hot stock rankings for days. With all this massive traffic, there was no way they’d let it go to waste. Yesterday, Lu Liang had invested 7 million yuan at the market open, but he’d made no further moves. This conveyed his intentions clearly. The message about not dumping stocks this week reflected their stance. But starting next week, it will be every man for himself. Both sides tacitly understood each other, and thus, during the stock market crash, Teli A became the brightest star in the market. “Chasing the hot, not the cold. Black publicity is still publicity.” Teli A perfectly exemplified this phrase. Without shareholders, speculative funds, or institutional investors steering the market, the stock relied entirely on retail investors. By the afternoon’s close, it reached 25.85 yuan, with a gain of 7.25%. “If an institution gets involved in the next few days, there might be another minor rally,” Lu Liang muttered to himself. However, he had already decided to start unloading his shares next week, passing the baton to the next participant. If an opportunity arose in the future, he’d re-enter the market; if not, he needed to start preparing for private equity investments. The next day, Lu Liang drove Su Wanyu to the high-speed rail station. She was heading back home to southern Fujian. “Bye-bye! Make sure to call me often~” Su Wanyu added earnestly, “I’m worried I might disturb you if I call, but if you call me, I’ll always have time.” After saying that, she tiptoed, stole a quick kiss on his lips, then looked down, grabbed her small suitcase, and fled. Lu Liang touched his lips and muttered, “Too fast, I didn’t even feel anything.” It seemed like Su Wanyu heard him because she ran even faster. Lu Liang waved and shouted, “Bye-bye~” A soft smile spread across his face as he watched her leave. Lu Liang returned to the office and summoned Wen Chao, instructing him to monitor stock trends and compile a report by Friday. It was time for Lu Liang to start grooming an assistant. The A-share market (China’s stock market) was manageable in terms of work hours. However, once U.S. stocks and international futures came into play, staying up all night as though it were daytime would become unsustainable. Wen Chao was ecstatic and nodded repeatedly, taking the task seriously. Every day, he prepared observations before work and summarized them afterward. By Friday, Wen Chao, with dark circles under his eyes, handed over his report. “Mr. Lu, on Thursday at 10:10 a.m., there was an unusual transaction. Over 4 million yuan was invested in a single buy. Sixteen minutes later, another 5 million was invested using the same method.” “Then, on Friday at 9:35 a.m., the same investor bought an additional 12 million yuan, momentarily pushing the stock to its daily limit.” “There may have been subsequent small purchases to average down, but the amounts were too minor to confirm. It’s likely this will appear on today’s Dragon and Tiger List.” As if to confirm Wen Chao’s prediction, at 5 p.m., the Shanghai Stock Exchange released the Dragon and Tiger List. After several days, Teli A had returned to the list with force. Three institutions collectively purchased 48.5 million yuan worth of shares. “Find out who these three institutions are,” Lu Liang instructed. Wen Chao nodded, and after a while, he reported back: “Mr. Lu, the first one, Yixing Road No. 22, is Lin Qixian’s seat. The second, Fuhai Road No. 2, belongs to Ma Yongwei. The third, Xiangyang Road No. 122, is Xu Wenlong’s seat. All three are top-tier speculators who’ve been active in the market for years.” seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Hearing these names, Lu Liang nodded. “The Wen Zhou Gang.” Among the many top-tier speculators in the A-share market, the Wen Zhou Gang stood out the most. They were known for their ruthless strategies and extreme methods. Typically, they would quickly drive up a stock’s price and just as swiftly dump shares to cash out, causing massive price fluctuations. Retail investors had a love-hate relationship with them—those quick enough to sell before the Wen Zhou Gang did could reap huge profits, but those slower would inevitably be left holding the bag. Lu Liang turned to Wen Chao. “What do you think?” Caught off guard, Wen Chao hadn’t expected Lu Liang to ask for his opinion. Struggling to contain his excitement, he pondered for a while before responding, “I think they want to hype up the stock. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have entered so brazenly.” “Their cost basis should be around 32 yuan. If the stock doesn’t attract enough attention, their 40-million-yuan investment will be completely trapped.” “To prevent that, next week’s trend should be a steady rise.” “Though, there’s another possibility,” Wen Chao added after some hesitation. Lu Liang smiled and asked, “What possibility?” “The 40 million yuan could be a token of good faith. They might want to take over someone else’s shares and continue driving up this stock.” As Wen Chao finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Liang. Even though Punan Road No. 88 hadn’t appeared again, the market was abuzz with rumors that Lu Liang still held a significant base position in Teli A. The recent price surge was widely believed to be his doing.

Chapter 85: No Dumping Stocks, Wen Zhou’s Assistance

Comments (0)