Chapter 12 The First Pot of Gold In the following week, Chen Yu quietly waited for the bullet to fly. In addition to taking the driving test, he also ran and exercised regularly every day. Eighteen years old is the best time to train endurance. After that, you will basically get half the result with twice the effort. And endurance is actually closely related to a person's energy. Lao Chen is worthy of being called the Jinjiang Stock God. Two days after he sent the group text messages, the three stocks he had recommended before all turned green, and two of them even hit the daily limit in a row. Seeing that the time was almost right, Chen Yu selected two more stocks and then bombarded them with text messages for the second time. At the close of the third day, together with the three stocks recommended previously, a total of five stocks were all in the green, and three of them hit the daily limit. Although the A-share market is in a bull market now, and you can make money by throwing rice on the keyboard or releasing a chicken, but making money can be divided into small profits and big profits. This all-red hit rate is indeed a bit outrageous. On the fourth day, several stocks entered a plateau period, and some even fluctuated downward. Now is the time to test human fear and greed. Some of the stocks he recommended have hit the daily limit three times, and the rate of return is as high as 30%. But people always feel that they don’t make enough money. There are too many wealth-making myths in the A-share market this year, and investors have high expectations. But when they see the platform, they always feel fear and worry about missing out. Gamblers who have already made a little money are the most sensitive. Chen Yu picked two more stocks and sent a third mass message. At this time, the more than 8,000 yuan of capital he used to send mass text messages had almost run out.

"It would be funny if the funding chain breaks here." Chen Yu did not doubt his strategy, but sometimes he needed some luck. Just like Lei Jun’s , if luck doesn’t come, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck in falling before dawn. Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound, and a text message alert sound came, and Chen Yu's voice rose slightly. Opening soon? Chen Yu clicked on the text message to check it, and the next moment, he couldn't help but grin. 您尾号4038卡8月9日15:45工商银行收入(他行汇入)20，，余额20，，对方户名:***(.，对方账户尾号:5832。【工商银行】 This afternoon, I received several more bank transfers. The largest amount was still the first one, 26 yuan, followed by yuan, and the rest were small amounts of several hundred yuan. In the end, the bank card balance became yuan These people obviously made money by following his investment advice, so they are anxious for him to give them some advice. Chen Yu let out a long sigh and felt a lot more relaxed. Twenty-six thousand is already more than three times the return rate, and this is just the beginning. There are still many people who received his text messages and are waiting and watching. Once they find that the stocks he recommended do have a high hit rate, these people will also make moves and eventually become his "customers." Lao Chen has a total of sixteen stocks in his warehouse. He recommended seven before, and there are nine left. In the next week, as long as he is lucky, it will not be a problem for him to make one hundred thousand. With these 100,000 yuan, it is definitely a much better start than his previous life. …… Yu Weiwei's home. Hong Sha was lying on the bed bored and reading the "Dragon Ball" comics, while Yu Weiwei was sitting at the desk, flipping through "Love in the Time of Cholera". Hong Sha's calves covered with white silk stockings would occasionally flap on the bed sheets, and she would chat with Yu Weiwei in a casual manner. "Weiwei, what are you going to wear to the graduation party the day after tomorrow?" "casual."

"Weiwei, who do you think is the most handsome boy in our class? Is Chen Yu the most handsome?" "..." "Fuck, I sent a QQ message to Chen Yu, but he ignored me!" "..." Seeing that Yu Weiwei hadn't replied, Hong Sha got up from the bed, then rushed over and hugged Yu Weiwei. "Ms. Yu, you don't look very happy today? What's on your mind?" Yu Weiwei closed the book and sighed softly. She was indeed worried. Ever since she discussed the weight issue with Yu Chen last time, he had not replied to her, not even replying to her good morning or good night. The girl took out her cell phone and glanced at the screen again. In the past four days, she had opened the chat box with Yu Chen countless times and sent many messages, but to no avail. What's the problem? Is he too busy to reply? Or does Yu Chen feel inferior because he is too fat, or does he dislike her for being fat? Completely confused. Yu Weiwei put down her phone and tidied her hair: "Shasha, have you ever been in love?" Hong Sha: "No, what's wrong?" Yu Weiwei said softly: "The love of the soul is above the waist, and the love of the body is below the waist." Hong Sha was stunned for a moment, and a blush appeared on her face. "Weiwei, you have become bad. Why are you suddenly telling dirty jokes?" Yu Weiwei: "No, this is what Marquez said." Hongsha had no idea who Marquez was, "Oh, then Marquez is a pervert!" Yu Weiwei suddenly asked: "Is a girl weighing 150 pounds considered fat?" Hong Sha was a little confused by Yu Weiwei's jumpy train of thought, "Count it, count it... Weiwei, why are you asking this all of a sudden? You don't even weigh 100 kilograms, right?" Yu Weiwei's hand on her thigh suddenly clenched, "Do boys dislike fat girls?" "Then they must like beautiful and sexy people..." Hong Sha let go of the arm that was around Yu Weiwei, and her eyes wandered to the mobile phone that Yu Weiwei placed on the table. No matter what, she also noticed that her best friend had been acting strangely recently, especially her habit of taking out her phone to look at it from time to time and then putting it back in disappointment. Please, don't be too obvious, okay? So she had already vaguely guessed some possibilities. Maybe Yu Weiwei was really in love, and the truth was in her best friend's phone. Hong Sha pretended to flip through the book that Yu Weiwei had closed, but suddenly, she grabbed Yu Weiwei's cell phone with lightning speed and turned around and ran away. Yu Weiwei widened her eyes, her face flushed, and she said anxiously, "Shasha!" Hong Sha quickly ran to the corner of the room, leaned against the wall, dodging Yu Weiwei's pursuit, and turned on her phone. She opened QQ and glanced at the chat history. "Ahhh! It's true!" Hong Sha couldn't help but exclaimed. She pointed at the phone screen and said to Yu Weiwei excitedly, "Weiwei, you actually hid your relationship from me!" Yu Weiwei hurried over and tried to snatch the phone back, but Hong Sha dodged her nimbly.

"Tell me quickly, how did you two meet? How does he treat you?" Hong Sha asked impatiently, with gossip gleaming in her eyes. Yu Weiwei was forced into a corner by Hong Sha and could only reluctantly admit: "Actually, we met on Tieba..." Hong Sha: "Tieba? Are you two dating online?" Yu nodded slightly, her face flushed: "Give me back my phone, and I'll tell you everything, okay?" So, Yu Weiwei told Hong Sha everything about how she and Yu Chen had met and fallen in love over the past six months. They met through a post on the college entrance examination forum, and then she confessed her feelings to Yu Chen but he didn't understand her and they cut off contact. Then, Yu Chen took the initiative to confess and confirmed their relationship, and it developed into an online romance... After listening to this, Hong Sha smiled like an auntie, as if she had put herself into the story and felt the sweetness of Yu Weiwei's love. "Tell me quickly, is he handsome? How does he compare to Chen Yu?" Yu lowered his head slightly and shook his head gently: "We have never exchanged photos..." (End of this chapter)