mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 26: Father Su's Prophecy [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
Chapter 26: Father Su's Prophecy [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
Su Qianqian stared at the pattern on the screen and remained silent for a moment.
She picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then closed the transaction page.
Su Qianqian felt that the rise in the price of "China Southern Airlines XX" warrants was just an accident.
After all, this warrant has been falling for more than half a month, and the trading volume is shrinking day by day. No one in the market is optimistic about it.
It's almost reached the point where whoever buys it loses money.
My father has been investing in stocks for over thirty years, and everyone says it's a "stagnant pool" with no chance of ever recovering.
If something in stagnant water suddenly bubbles up, it doesn't mean it's alive; it's just a brief moment of revival before death.
Su Qianqian nodded at the computer screen, as if she had convinced herself.
She put the matter aside, got up, went into the bathroom, and began her daily skincare routine.
……
The next morning.
Lin Bei changed his clothes and walked along the street for seven or eight minutes after leaving home, arriving at the familiar breakfast shop.
The steamers at the shop entrance were already stacked up to half a person's height, with wisps of milky white steam rising upwards, filling the air with the aroma of noodles and vinegar.
It was barely dawn, and the stalls were already packed with people, creating a lively atmosphere.
Lin Bei casually found a seat and called out to the owner, "Boss, a bowl of hot and sour soup and three steamers of xiaolongbao."
Soon, the hot and sour soup and xiaolongbao were served.
Lin Bei ate a few xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and had just picked up his spoon to take a couple of sips when the chair opposite him was pulled away.
Ok? !
Lin Bei looked up curiously and saw a familiar figure.
Song Qingning plopped down, her hair a mess of slept-induced perm, her headband askew behind her ears, her eyes half-closed. She had clearly just woken up and come out without even washing her face.
Song Qingning yawned, reached into the steamer in front of Lin Bei, grabbed a few small steamed buns, and stuffed them into her mouth.
Her round little face and cheeks instantly puffed up into two balls.
"Hey, hey, hey," Lin Bei's chopsticks froze in mid-air, looking speechless, "What you were eating was mine, weren't you?"
Song Qingning chewed the xiaolongbao in large bites, swallowed it, picked up the vinegar bottle on the table, poured a few drops into her mouth, and licked her lips.
"I haven't even complained about you, and you're already acting like you're wronged?"
"Uh..." Lin Bei looked at Song Qingning's expression.
The expression on her face showed no embarrassment whatsoever; on the contrary, it conveyed a sense of self-righteousness, as if to say, "I'm eating your buns to give you face."
Lin Bei didn't argue with Song Qingning. He turned to the boss and called out, "Boss, another bowl of hot and sour soup and three steamers of xiaolongbao."
"Hehe..." Song Qingning smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up. "That's more like it."
Lin Bei took a sip of the xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) and looked at Song Qingning curiously: "How did you know I was here?"
Song Qingning smiled and said, "I heard you leave just now, so I knew you were having breakfast here."
Okay... Lin Bei didn't say anything more and continued to drink soup and eat steamed buns.
After a while.
Song Qingning took out several brand-new banknotes from her pocket, slapped them on the table, and pushed them in front of Lin Bei.
"Here is 150 yuan. Qianqian asked me to return it to you."
Lin Bei glanced at the money but didn't reach for it: "No need to return it, it's only a little over a hundred."
"You have to take it." Song Qingning picked up the second bun, dipped it in the vinegar dish, and said, "Qianqian said that she was supposed to treat us to yesterday's meal, but you paid for it first."
"She doesn't want to owe anyone favors, so if you accept the money, I can explain myself."
Lin Bei remained silent for a moment, thinking about Su Qianqian's personality, and realized that she was indeed not the type of person who would owe favors.
"Okay." He folded the money and put it in his pocket.
Song Qingning nodded in satisfaction and continued to eat her steamed buns.
When she got to the fourth tray, she suddenly looked up at Lin Bei and asked, "By the way, where did you go today?"
"Driving practice," Lin Bei replied casually.
"Oh." Song Qingning finished the last sip of hot and sour soup in her bowl, stood up and stretched.
With a "snap!", the headband on her head slipped off her hair and fell to the ground. Song Qingning bent down to pick it up and casually put it back on her head.
"I'm going back to sleep now. I stayed up too late last night; I was still awake at 3 a.m.."
Song Qingning took two steps and then turned back, pointing to the half-eaten steamer of buns on the table.
"Can I keep that for myself?"
Lin Bei immediately pulled the steamer towards himself: "Weren't you going back to sleep?"
"I'll eat on the way," Song Qingning said righteously.
Lin Bei sighed helplessly and pushed the steamer back.
"Hehe..." Song Qingning picked up the steamed buns and walked away, stuffing them into her mouth as she went. Her hair was a tangled ball of golden yarn in the morning breeze.
Lin Bei finished the remaining steamed buns, drank the hot and sour soup, and got up to pay for breakfast.
He didn't go directly to the driving school; instead, he went around to the securities company's business hall, where the numbers on the electronic screen were still jumping between red and green.
Lin Bei found the "China Southern Airlines XX" information page and glanced at it briefly.
As expected, prices rose.
Just like in my memories of my past life, this positive line arrived as expected.
Lin Bei glanced at the percentage figures, made no attempt to find anyone, and didn't linger for even a minute longer. He turned and left the lobby, heading towards the driving school.
……
The next day, in the early morning.
Su Qianqian sat down in front of the computer and opened the trading software.
The warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX" rose again, though the increase was smaller than yesterday.
But it's still red.
Su Qianqian stared at the candlestick chart on her computer, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the desktop.
The warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX" have risen for two consecutive days.
If yesterday's positive candlestick was a last gasp before the storm, then what is today's?
After a brief resurgence of energy, will there be another brief resurgence of energy?
Su Qianqian stopped thinking about it and picked up her phone to call her father.
Su Maoyuan answered quickly; there were voices in the background, probably in the office.
"Dad, the warrants for 'China Southern Airlines XX' went up again today."
Soon, a very soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, carrying the tolerance of someone with experience for a novice's ignorance.
"The slight increase in the past two days is normal."
Su Qianqian asked curiously, "Isn't this a final burst of energy before death?"
Su Maoyuan immediately smiled and said, "Qianqian, you've studied finance since you were little, so you should know what 'dead cat bounce' means."
"Any security that is experiencing a continuous sharp decline will see a brief rebound after falling to a certain level."
"This is not because the fundamentals have changed, but simply because there is still a last batch of retail investors in the market who are unwilling to give up and are taking over the losses."
Su Maoyuan paused for a moment, then spoke with even greater certainty: "I've been in the stock market for thirty years, and I've seen this kind of thing countless times."
"Its expiration period is about to end, and I guarantee it will fall back to its original level tomorrow."
"In less than a week, this warrant will be completely eliminated by the market and become a pile of worthless paper."