Chapter 857: Chapter 354: Teacher, I Want to Learn_2

"Oh!"

This analogy is so vivid, everyone understood.

But at the same time, a new question arose in their minds.

"Seriously? It’s that simple? Then a little study and we can do it too..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Pfft!"

The old investor scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"We’re only dealing with two or three varieties in coal, while there are two or three thousand stocks in the market;

if we guys weren’t afraid, we could monopolize all the electric coal in Dream City, but President Han’s tens of billions aren’t even a ten-thousandth of the total market value of the stock market. If he misses the timing, he won’t even make a splash;

coal has fixed cost and maximum price limits, whereas individual stocks have no bottom or ceiling?

President Han’s operations, there’s high technical content there!

Why else would so many smart people be outdone by him, why else can he give lectures to so many experts?"

"Exactly, that’s the truth."

Pan Dajun responded with a smile, "The depths of the financial industry are far greater than mining or building houses. Despite the size of our province’s trust, the product yield is pretty average, and we’ve had huge losses the past two years. Brother Chen bought them, he’s most qualified to speak."

"Don’t even mention it!"

Fat Chen pulled out a tissue to wipe his sweat, cursing: "Those animals promised me a ’steady 20% profit a year’, and when I lost money, they complained about ’bad environment, unavoidable disaster! Look at other funds, who’s making money in this situation?’

I thought at the time, it made sense, the market conditions were bad, it seemed everyone was losing money.

But now looking at President Han, it’s completely a different story!

Damn it!

The real masters are still feasting, no matter the bear market!

I’ve come to understand now, in finance, you have to find truly skilled people. Giving money to those amateurs is worse than spending it frivolously in the entertainment industry.

At least if you lose everything there, you could still sleep with a couple of starlets. Think about it, isn’t that right?"

The few who actually lost money in the entertainment circle nodded deeply in agreement.

But there were still some who had never ventured into finance, expressing doubt: "We don’t understand anything, how can we be sure if President Han is really skilled, or just bold and lucky?"

This question was unanswerable by anyone.

Pan Dajun waved his hand, chuckling: "Watch closely, you have to find the answer from President Han yourself."

At this time, Han Lie was slicing through the second set of trading records.

"Since I judged that the bottom has not been fully constructed, I repeatedly emphasized that the 2200 line is a high-risk area. Thus, when the rebound reached the 2150 line, we began to liquidate according to plan."

Below, the listeners couldn’t help but breathe heavily.

The transaction list clearly displayed, entering at less than 600 million, exiting with a settlement of 980 million.

And this within a mere ten trading days, less than a month.

Such efficiency... absolutely terrifying!

On stage, Han Lie continued to boast, but no one felt that there was anything wrong with it.

"Honestly, this operation was not a very good opportunity, it didn’t take up much weight in my overall plan...

Don’t understand?

Then let me put it plainly—this was just a small rebound, suitable only for swift, small fund movement.

Compared to my real plan, it’s negligible.

I could or could not do it, it wouldn’t affect the bigger picture.

At the time, the opportunity was just right, so I casually took a shot, profits barely met expectations, and it didn’t impact the founding of Zhongmei Investment or the filing of the first official product, this makes me happier than the little gains..."

The group of rookie investors below were shivering, faces pale as dirt.

My goodness!

That guy on stage must be a boasting expert in human skin!

In half a month, a profit of 400 million is merely "barely" meeting expectations?!

Nothing about those "minor gains" being worth happiness...

Damn it!

If you don’t like it, give it to me!

Everyone present, whether wealthy or not, experienced or novice, had the same feeling—insulted!

As if being dragged by the hair, heads pressed against the rough floor, faces relentlessly rubbed.

Only one word... pain!

Those private equity managers couldn’t help but curse under their breath.

"Oh, who’s he slapping here?"

"Damn it all, slapping me I guess! I lost 11% in the run-up before year-end!"

"I did a bit better, my positions were light previously, I added during the rebound, made a modest 7%..."

"Sigh, my net worth slipped to 0.54, these small rebounds really were of no use, individual stocks rise, net worth drops, utterly frustrating..."

"The same! Forget about 400 million, I’d be praying and burning incense if I could earn back 40 million."

"Exactly! President Han doesn’t act humanely!"

"Hey, how about you, President Xu?"

The master smirked slightly, then shook his head: "I didn’t really do much."

He often didn’t like to exchange thoughts with peers, finding few who truly impressed him, leading outsiders to always gossip about his mysterious and reserved nature.

Yet when he looked up at the stage, his eyes were filled with admiration.

To accurately choose a strong theme in such a small rebound and earn many times the points, Han Lie’s style isn’t just bold.

President Xu even believed, at the same capital level, Han Lie did better than himself.