Then just hold until the bull market ends and easily double your money.

Time frame is a year and a half. Without leverage, you’re looking at about 1.5x returns; with leverage, that’s 3 to 5x.

The risk is basically zero—getting in at a bit over 1900 points, how much lower can it even go?

I dream about ICBC dropping below 3 yuan so I can throw a hundred, two hundred billion at it, but let’s be real, that’s not happening.

If nothing unexpected happens, my Sky One Fund will use about 2x leverage to buy a big chunk of ETF index funds as ballast.

I’m not afraid to lay my whole strategy out in front of you. Do you dare to follow?

Two million a ticket, and I’ve spelled things out for you to this extent—worth it, right?"

As soon as Han Lie finished, the applause erupted again.

A lot of people who had just come to watch the fun were completely fired up—itchy to move, spirits soaring, clapping so hard they practically broke their hands.

"Teacher Han is really generous!"

People who weren’t familiar with Han Lie let out heartfelt sighs.

So honest, so kind, so real, he’s really... I could cry to death!

"This is what you call a fund manager with real skill, ethics, ambition, vision, and a big heart..."

Bros, put your money in him for me!

The private equity peers, on the other hand, were pissed out of their minds.

Damn it, if you don’t want to make money, fine, but don’t drag us down with you!

No, wait... you’re gonna sell out both your funds, rake in cash by the bucketful, and then turn around and screw us over?!

These big shots from the same industry glared at Han Lie, their teeth itching with hate.

But it was completely useless.

The private equity industry is too independent and too technical.

A handful of so-called big names can huddle together to make dirty money, but they can’t really affect the rest.

Those situations you see in other industries where the big brothers band together to gang up on the little guys just don’t exist in the private equity circle.

How are you supposed to gang up?

If everyone piles into the same stock, you don’t even know who’s carrying who on a sedan chair!

Dog Lie sacrificed his peers to build up his own image and reputation—this was straight-up a bloody good deal.

Out of the 600-plus people here, how many are peers?

Most of them are new and old leeks; their approval and admiration are the real gold.

Then, riding this wave of emotion, Dog Lie finally drew the knife—time for today’s most important move.

"Alright, alright, let’s stop here. We’re short on time, need to get through all three plans today."

Smiling, Han Lie waved his hand and flipped the PPT to the last two pages.

"The first two plans are things you can execute on your own, more focused on safety—low-risk plays that don’t chase excess returns. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

If you’re a die-hard high-risk-high-return type and you’re asking me for specific stocks, honestly, I don’t have any.

I don’t know how the market will move, which sectors or which individual stocks will go crazy or become kings.

I’m not a fortune-teller; I can’t talk nonsense irresponsibly. All I can do is, once the trend shows itself, do everything I can to grab it.

So the third plan is our company’s soon-to-be-issued Sky One Hybrid Stable Structured Fund.

And specifically, its subordinated tranche.

This fund will be personally controlled and operated by me. About 50% of the position will go into ETF index funds, and the other 50% into individual stocks to chase high-risk excess returns.

The total size of the subordinated tranche is 2.5 billion. We’ve already sold 1 billion, our company is putting in 500 million of our own money, leaving 1 billion.

If returns fall short of expectations, we’ll use our own funds to make up the principal and interest for the senior tranche.

Because this is a high-risk product with zero guarantees, please think carefully before you buy..."

Han Lie hadn’t even finished speaking when the floor blew up.

Cautious?

Cautious my ass!

"Teacher Han, how do we sign up?"

Fatty Chen waved his hand like crazy, terrified that Han Lie couldn’t see him.

Big Gold Tooth leapt to his feet, face flushed with excitement: "Teacher Han, I’m buying 100 million!"

The wildest was that old guy from the village entrance—he opened his mouth and went, "Teacher Han, no need to sell it anymore, us folks from back home will take the whole thing!"

Pan Shaohang swallowed a bit of saliva and quietly asked his father, "Dad, should our family buy some?"

Pan Dajun gave the local tycoon group a sympathetic look, then shook his head at his son.

I’d love to join the fun, but the problem is... you think it’s our turn?

The hall buzzed with the Dream City tycoon crew’s excitement, dragging everyone else’s mood up with it. A lot of people were loudly asking how to register.

A fund personally operated by Teacher Han is something you buy with your eyes closed!

Subordinated, not subordinated, who cares!

A few impatient types had already stood up from their seats.

In his previous life, Han Lie had only heard colleagues talk about how some badass public funds’ roadshows were like wet markets, noisy and chaotic.

Now he was seeing it with his own eyes.

Not only seeing it—this scene was happening because of him.

A massive sense of accomplishment and satisfaction surged into his head, intoxicating, soothing, making him feel like he could float away.

Han Lie took two deep breaths, calmed that surging emotion, then smiled slightly and beckoned Lan Xin up onto the stage.

He switched off the mic and quietly instructed, "Give priority registration to that tycoon group from Dream City, but when we actually allocate fund shares, if the quota fills up fast, just throw each of them one or two million to show some goodwill... you get what I mean?"

Lan Xin nodded, signaling that she understood what to do.

But inside, she was totally confused.

What’s going on?

Were those coal bosses all shills the boss brought in?

Doesn’t seem like it... tens of millions in ticket fees did hit the account for real...

She didn’t get it, but she was seriously shaken.

Meanwhile, Han Lie, wearing a broad smile, waved warmly at the hometown tycoons, even giving little nods and half-bows as he kept saying "thank you" and "thank you for your support," being so friendly and approachable it was almost ridiculous.

Who was it that said our Teacher Han is young, arrogant, and full of himself?

Look at him—so humble!

But Pan Dajun, who had already seen through everything, understood...

If you don’t buy Han Lie’s apartments, you still think you can grab his fund shares?

Keep dreaming!

Big Gold Tooth, so you’re the one with cash, huh?

Come on then, the big units in Dream Garden at 60,000 per square meter—why don’t you set an example for everyone?

Over the next hour, the sales department staff were run ragged and soon registered 2.8 billion in purchase interest.

Brother Lie glanced at the total, smiled faintly, and silently crossed out 1.23 billion of it in his heart.

Don’t be ridiculous!

That’s all your house money—what are you doing buying a fund with it?!

I don’t approve!