wavenovel Chapter 18: High-stakes gamble with warrants, bidding farewell to the unconventional.
Chapter 18: High-stakes gamble with warrants, bidding farewell to the unconventional.
As the only daughter of the chairman of the Su Group, Su Qianqian was instilled with knowledge about business management from a young age and was exposed to the financial market. Her sensitivity to it far exceeded that of her peers.
Her father had been involved in the stock market for many years, and it took him more than 30 years to barely establish himself.
Therefore, Su Qianqian knew how high the risks and how dangerous the stock market was.
The stock market is like a battlefield, and greed and fear are the greatest enemies.
The market has been sluggish in recent days, especially the "China Southern Airlines XX" warrant, which has been abandoned by the market due to the poor performance of the underlying stock, China Southern Airlines D, and the upcoming expiration of the warrant.
The price has been steadily declining, and it has become a "zombie stock" that no one wants to buy. Basically, whoever buys it loses money.
She had talked about the stock market with her father on the phone these past few days.
Regarding the warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX", the father described it as "a stagnant pool", with many institutions quietly withdrawing, leaving only retail investors trampling on each other.
But just now, her husband's casual remark, "I guarantee you'll make money," made Su Qianqian's heart clench.
Could my husband have bought one of those junk warrants?
If that's the case, his money is probably really going to go down the drain!
Su Qianqian felt a little flustered, her fingers flying across the keyboard:
Honey, have you bought warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX"?
That warrant has terrible fundamentals, it's been falling continuously lately, and it's about to go to zero. Buying it will definitely result in a loss! (＞﹏＜)
……
As Lin Bei walked down the street, a flicker of curiosity crossed his mind after receiving the message from "Singing of Loneliness".
Unexpectedly, this online wife is not only a wealthy woman, but also pays close attention to the stock market.
It seems his earlier guess was correct; his wife's identity is definitely not simple.
After all, a girl who has money and understands the stock market is certainly not an ordinary person.
Could it be that the other person is also in their thirties, and is deliberately acting cute and young online?
Lin Bei shook his head, dismissing the idea.
There probably aren't that many bored people out there now.
Without any unnecessary words, he replied directly: "If you trust your husband, try it with some extra money; I guarantee you'll make money."
Soon, Lonely Singer sent a message: "Honey, of course I believe you, but the stock market is risky, invest with caution. (＞﹏＜)！！！"
If you really want to buy stocks, someone can recommend a few that will definitely make you money. (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Lin Bei immediately replied: "How about we make a bet?"
A Lonely Song: [What does my husband want to bet on? (⊙o⊙)]
Lin Bei: [If the warrants for "China Southern Airlines XX" actually make money in a few days, then my husband will win!]
Without a second thought, Qian Changji replied: "Okay, no problem."
The loser must grant the winner one request, as long as it's not excessive.
Lin Bei: [Okay!]
After turning off his phone, a gentle breeze blew by, ruffling Lin Bei's messy flaxen hair.
He raised his hand and scratched his hair, feeling a greasy sensation on his fingertips.
This unconventional style was trendy in 2008; nine out of ten boys sported this hairstyle.
But in Lin Bei's eyes after his rebirth, it looked awkward no matter how he looked at it.
He looked up and saw a newly opened barbershop on the street not far away. The signboard was bright, and he could see the clean environment inside through the glass window.
"To change your destiny, start by changing your mindset."
Lin Bei straightened his collar, strode across the street, and pushed open the glass door of the barbershop.
"Welcome!" A receptionist with flowing red hair and an afro greeted him warmly. "Handsome, would you like a haircut?"
Lin Bei nodded: "How much for a wash, cut, and blow-dry?"
"If you don't want a styling, a wash, cut, and blow-dry will cost 10 yuan." The receptionist smiled and asked, "Handsome, what kind of hairstyle would you like?"
Lin Bei looked at himself in the mirror and remained silent for a moment: "Just cut it shorter."
"Okay." The receptionist led Lin Bei to the sink: "Please take a shower first."
A few seconds later.
After washing his hair, Lin Bei dried it and sat in front of the full-length mirror.
At that moment, a young barber wearing a tight-fitting shirt and with dyed blond hair walked over.
"Handsome, how would you like your hair cut?" The barber unfolded the apron and tied it around Lin Bei's neck.
"Look at these side-swept bangs and long sideburns on the wall, they're the most popular style this year, and a lot of young people like them."
He looked at Lin Bei's hairstyle: "Yours is very good. The color and hair quality are also good. It doesn't need a major cut, just a little trimming will do."
"Not this kind." Lin Bei looked at the posters on the wall and shook his head. "I want something shorter, slightly longer than a buzz cut, with both sides shaved clean, just enough to look neat."
"A little longer than a buzz cut?" The barber's hand froze in mid-air, a puzzled look on his face.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, as if he had searched through all the hairstyles he had learned before, but he couldn't find a matching style.
The hairdresser in 08 had never seen this hairstyle before.
These past few years have been dominated by the "Shamate" and "non-mainstream" styles. It will be a few more years before this refreshing short hairstyle takes over.
Lin Bei simply raised his hand and gestured above his head, "Push up on both sides, leaving about two millimeters, and transition here at the top of your head."
"Don't touch too much of the hair on top, just leave three or four centimeters."
The barber stared at Lin Bei's gestures for a long time, then asked doubtfully, "Are you sure?"
"Handsome, long hair is all the rage now. There are hair extensions and perms everywhere. If you cut it this short, you won't get many stares."
"Go ahead and cut it," Lin Bei said firmly.
Seeing Lin Bei's resolute attitude, the barber stopped trying to persuade him and muttered, "Fine, you're the customer, you get to decide. Don't blame me if you mess it up."
Lin Bei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't ask you to pay for it if I mess it up."
……
Su Qianqian put down her phone, removed the face mask from her face, and casually threw it into the trash can.
She was about to open the skincare products and apply them to her face when she paused for a moment, then took out her phone and made a call.
The phone rang a few times before being answered. A steady, middle-aged male voice, tinged with surprise, came from the other end:
"Shallowly?"
"Why did you suddenly decide to call Dad?"
"Dad," Su Qianqian skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point, "How's the stock market these days?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were carefully considering their words.
Su Qianqian's father is named Su Maoyuan. He started his business in finance in his youth and spent more than 30 years in the stock market, experiencing several bull and bear markets before he finally managed to establish the Su Group firmly.
He understands the cruelty of the stock market better than anyone else.
"Not good." Su Maoyuan's voice turned somber. "The market has been sluggish recently, with most stocks declining steadily, and market confidence has almost bottomed out."
Why are you suddenly asking this?