Early the next morning, He Zhengcheng woke up to see his mother, Tan Yingyao, carrying a food box. All mothers are like this, and Duan Chao had no trouble adapting.
"Mommy, I'm fine now, I'll be discharged soon! What's the date today?" He Zhengcheng asked.
"Today is July 20th. It's good that you're fine. Don't blame your Dad, he's under a lot of pressure!" Tan Yingyao said gently.
"Don't worry, I don't blame him." If it had been He Zhengcheng before yesterday, he definitely wouldn't have forgiven his Dad so easily. Father He's actions could have ruined their family's life, transforming them from a wealthy middle-class family to an impoverished middle-class family.
But today's He Zhengcheng had changed. For him, any problem that could be solved with money was not a big problem.
Duan Chao was already very grateful for the current situation. If he had been reborn in a war-torn ancient era, that would have been the greatest sorrow: possessing a wealth of knowledge from the legend of mir, but nowhere to apply it.
"He had no choice; he was a bit too eager for quick success, so it was inevitable he'd make mistakes," He Zhengcheng added. The right and wrong of the financial market need to be verified by results. He Wenxuan's mistake was that he was destined to fail.
"That's good, as long as you two are fine…" Tan Yingyao said.
"Oh, right, how did I end up in the hospital?" He Zhengcheng didn't want to waste more words on that topic and quickly changed the subject.
"You were knocked unconscious, all the money in your wallet was gone, and your watch was also missing!" Tan Yingyao said. This was the watch He Wenxuan had bought for He Zhengcheng when he was in college.
"Are my ID card and bank cards still there?" He Zhengcheng quickly asked. He had deposited the borrowed money into the card, and getting a replacement card would take time.
"They're all still there!" Tan Yingyao took out a wallet and handed it to He Zhengcheng.
Thankfully, no bizarre problems had arisen. Losing a few thousand dollars was a minor issue; this robber still had some integrity.
"Did anyone report it? Do you know who hit me?" He Zhengcheng really hated trouble at this moment. If the police came, it would definitely delay him quite a bit.
"Seeing that you were fine, no one called the police!" Tan Yingyao said. Such minor incidents were not worth making a fuss over; many people were accustomed to them.
"Ugh, how unlucky!" Luckily, He Zhengcheng breathed a sigh of relief. While he said he was unlucky, he felt very fortunate in his heart. Without that beating, he might not have had his current opportunity.
"It's good that you're okay!" Tan Yingyao advised.
As they talked, He Zhengcheng didn't forget to ask about his Dad. Knowing that He Wenxuan had gone to check on the hotel, he didn't ask any further. After breakfast, the doctor at the clinic examined him, confirmed he was fine, and allowed him to leave.
After saying goodbye to the old man in the ward, the mother and son left the hospital.
"Remember to visit me…" The old man didn't forget to remind He Zhengcheng.
"Who would visit you for no reason… I must be sick…" He Zhengcheng smiled and agreed outwardly, but in his heart, he had long since cast this passerby aside!
"Mommy, you go home first. I still have some things to do; I'll be back in the afternoon," He Zhengcheng said.
"Take some money with you…" Tan Yingyao took out her wallet and handed him some cash, without trying to dissuade him.
"Alright, you go back first!" He Zhengcheng said. Tan Yingyao and He Wenxuan both worked at their family's hotel, essentially working for themselves.
After they parted ways, He Zhengcheng walked to the nearest branch of Wardley (which should now be HSBC Financial Investment Securities), a brokerage subsidiary of HSBC Bank, and also where he had opened his securities account.
"Hello, how can I help you?" As He Zhengcheng walked into the Wardley branch, he was enthusiastically greeted by a male business manager in his twenties or thirties. He had seen him a few times before but hadn't interacted with him. When the market is bad, it's like this; the enthusiasm of securities industry employees is very high.
"I want to buy the Hang Seng Index!" He Zhengcheng said calmly.
"Buy the Hang Seng Index?" The business manager looked up at him.
The Hang Seng Index is a stock market index compiled by Hang Seng Bank for the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. Hang Seng Bank is a wholly-owned subsidiary of HSBC Bank. This isn't the key point. Buying the Hang Seng Index during a financial crisis?
"Yes! It's my first time. Please introduce it to me!" He Zhengcheng said.
"Okay! Have you opened an account?" the business manager asked unhurriedly.
"I have a stock account open. Can I directly trade stock index futures?" He Zhengcheng, of course, knew that a stock account and a futures account were not the same thing, but it didn't matter; fools are easily underestimated.
"I'll take care of it for you; it'll be quick. Here's my business card; my name is Feng Xinghe. You can consult me with any trading questions you have in the future," Feng Xinghe said.
He Zhengcheng looked at the business card. He was actually a manager; why was he helping him open an account? Was this their corporate culture? Never mind, it wasn't important; he just needed to sign the contract.
Today was July 20th, a Monday, and the market was about to start. Feng Xinghe took out a stack of standard documents and explained them. Basically, nothing could be changed; there was only the right to choose yes or no, as boilerplate clauses are everywhere. After He Zhengcheng signed, Feng Xinghe began to persuade him.
"Cheng Zai, the market is good now, opportunities are rare, but this amount of money you have isn't enough."
"Then what should I do?" He Zhengcheng, of course, knew that a few tens of thousands of dollars was a bit small.
"Do you want to open a margin account and add some leverage?"
"Leverage, what does that mean?"
"It means the bank lends you money to trade."
"How high is the interest?"
"It's only around 7-8%, not high."
Although it felt a bit like usury, He Zhengcheng, knowing the market changes and having a clear idea in his heart, was fearless and decisively accepted the poison offered by this person.
If a normal person dared to do this, it would be suicide. Futures already have leverage, and to dare to add more leverage? Damn, is there really such an arrogant person?
"How come I don't see any glimmer of humanity? He knows I have no experience, yet he still lets me set the leverage so high?" As a Reborn , He Zhengcheng took advantage of the situation but still couldn't help but complain.
Don't the protagonists in other novels always meet kind people at the beginning, and then take the opportunity to gain a morally upright subordinate?
Why did he encounter such a devious person? Were others European Emperors, and he an African Chief?
The Hang Seng Index futures margin is the Hang Seng Index points of the day multiplied by 50, and then it depends on the leverage of each company, which is usually fifteen percent. But He Zhengcheng can now trade one lot of the Hang Seng Index with less than 30,000 Hong Kong dollars.
There was no time to think more; the Hang Seng Index had already fallen below 8600 points. Before this, it had been fluctuating between 7000 and 8000 points throughout June and July, with the highest point probably not exceeding 9000 points.
There were still more than twenty days, about 20 trading days, until the big counter-attack on August 14th. The main Hang Seng Index futures fell to a low of just over 6500 points, which means there was a 2000-point potential in this downtrend. The problem was, He Zhengcheng didn't know how to operate it.
He Mou used to be a homebody; his keyboard skills surpassed his practical abilities. Now, trading the Hang Seng Index, he was just a novice with no one to guide him.
"Who cares, I'll try one order first, shorting 5 lots." He fearlessly began his legendary life.
With a total capital of about 600,000, he could short 20 orders, but he only shorted 5 lots, so the risk seemed minimal. The Hang Seng Index fell to 8570 points (ignoring the difference between the Hang Seng Index and Hang Seng Index futures, and also ignoring transaction fees). He immediately placed an order to short 5 lots and then watched it for the entire afternoon.
He shorted at 8570 points, and the Hang Seng Index closed at 8491. Calculating it, a profit of 79 points, excluding transaction fees, he earned 19,750 Hong Kong dollars, nearly 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Making money was so simple, it turned out… Leaving the Wardley branch, Feng Xinghan unexpectedly saw a beaming He Zhengcheng, who seemed to be in a very good mood today.
"Knock knock…" He Zhengcheng took a taxi back to his residential area, somewhat pained as he knocked on the door of his home. Taxi fares in Hong Kong were too high, easily 100 dollars.
"Big brother, you're back, are you okay!" The one who opened the door was a beautiful girl, his younger sister He Daixuan.
Their family had five members. His grandparents had passed away a few years ago. He had a 20-year-old sister in university and a 17-year-old brother, He Zhengping, who was in preparatory school.
"Yes! I'm back." He Zhengcheng looked at his vibrant younger sister, a mix of emotions in his heart. This was his home!