deltrittennovels Chapter 18 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
Chapter 18 Deep Technology Rocket Launch
October 25th, 3 PM.
When Shenzhen Technology (000021) finally settled at a closing price of 7.09 yuan, the air in the VIP room of the securities brokerage seemed so heavy that it took extra effort to breathe.
Two days in a row!
继昨天（3月24日）从5.79元开盘，一路猛冲至 6.4元收盘，单日再涨超过10%之后；
Today, it opened with an almost arrogant gap up of 6.98 yuan, and after a day of intense trading, it finally closed steadily at a record high of 7.09 yuan!
In just two days, it surged from less than 5.8 yuan to over 7 yuan! The cumulative increase exceeded 22%!
This is no ordinary price increase; it's a frenzy of capital, burning away the rationality of every bystander.
And the eye of this storm was Ling Yun, sitting calmly by the window.
If yesterday's closing bells were filled with a mix of tentative pleasantries and flattery, an attempt to build rapport in a roundabout way, then today, with the appearance of this even steeper bullish candle, the last vestiges of feigned politeness and reserve were burned to ashes by the fear of "missing out."
Less than ten seconds after the closing bell rang, Lingyun's sofa was already surrounded by a huge crowd.
The first to rush over was still the bald Mr. Wang. He was clutching a brown notebook tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the force, and the superior smile he had worn before was gone from his face, replaced by naked urgency and an almost pleading expression.
"Boss Ling! Brother Ling! My own brother!" He almost bent over, his voice trembling slightly, speaking at a machine-gun-like pace, "We can't wait any longer! We really can't wait any longer! Give me a straight answer! This DeepTech, now! Can we still get in now?!"
He even skipped the euphemistic question of "what's the outlook for the market?" and went straight to the question that everyone was most furious about—is it still a good time to buy?!
"Old Wang, what's the rush!" Another boss, surnamed Li, wearing a gray jacket, shoved Mr. Wang aside. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he didn't bother wiping it away. His eyes were fixed on Ling Yun. "President Ling! Don't listen to him! Is there some major good news we don't know about that hasn't been announced yet? Is it a surge in sales? Or an asset restructuring? You…you better spill the beans! I, Old Li, am prepared to risk my life!"
His words were even more direct, almost like interrogating someone for inside information. Faced with enormous, readily apparent profits, so-called trade secrets and information barriers were forcibly penetrated by their eager eyes.
The "Professor Liu" had also lost his usual refined demeanor; his gold-rimmed glasses were askew, his tie was loose, and he wasn't holding a technical analysis book, but a slip of paper filled with calculations. He pushed his way to the front, his voice hoarse with excitement:
"Lingyun! The technical indicators! All the technical indicators have completely broken down... no, they've lost focus!" He waved a piece of paper. "The RSI has been stuck in the overbought zone above 90 for three consecutive days! The KDJ's J value has long exceeded 100! This completely defies technical patterns! This... this can only be the powerful manipulation of a major player! Do you know... do you know where their target price is? 8 yuan? 10 yuan? Or even higher?!"
He stopped discussing the technical aspects and instead regarded Ling Yun as the "key player" who knew the main force's trump card.
More and more people gathered, and almost everyone who could move in the VIP room came over.
Noisy, anxious, with burning eyes.
All the voices and all the glances ultimately converge on one core demand—give us the confidence to buy! Give us a reason to dare to invest our hard-earned money into this train that is already accelerating wildly!
Lingyun sat in the eye of the storm.
He leaned back slightly against the sofa, his gaze calmly sweeping over the faces that were slightly distorted by greed, fear, and anxiety. He could clearly hear their heavy breathing, see Mr. Wang's eyes twitching involuntarily from tension, and sense the panic in Professor Liu's words—an attempt to mask his failure with academic rigor.
He knew what they wanted. They didn't want analysis, logic, or even the truth. All they wanted was reassurance—a simple "you can still buy" from this seemingly "only" victor, or a determined look, would be enough to make them rush in without hesitation.
Ling Yun picked up the cup of tea on the table, which had long since gone cold, and took a small sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, making his head, which had been somewhat agitated by the frenzied atmosphere around him, even clearer.
Amidst a chorus of urgent questions that nearly overwhelmed him, Ling Yun slowly put down his teacup.
He did not answer whether he could buy or not, nor did he reveal any so-called "target price".
"I don't have any inside information. According to my own technical analysis, the price will continue to rise tomorrow, and it should even accelerate. But no one can predict market changes. I already have enough profit to offset the risk of a pullback. You can only sell the day after tomorrow if you buy tomorrow. I dare not tell you that you can still buy tomorrow."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was strangely clear in the noisy environment, carrying an undeniable calm power.
These words were like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice, poured over everyone's burning expectations.
There were no answers, no promises, no guarantees, only a chillingly cold "risk warning."
For a moment, the gathered crowd fell silent. The urgency on everyone's face froze, turning into bewilderment, confusion, and even a hint of annoyance at being "fooled off."
Mr. Wang then asked, "Will you have any for sale tomorrow?"
Ling Yun shook his head and did not answer.
The surrounding noise cooled down temporarily because of his calm response, but the greater anxiety hidden beneath the calm did not dissipate; it was merely forcibly suppressed, waiting for the next breaking point.
Lingyun knew that some people wouldn't understand even if you explained things to them thoroughly, some people might understand but not necessarily do it, and some people might do it but not necessarily follow the rules.
He knew this was just the beginning. As the stock price continued to rise, these urgent, almost threatening questions would only become more frequent and more direct, until… that final moment arrived.
He, however, must remain absolutely clear-headed amidst this increasingly frenzied vortex, awaiting his one and only signal to leave. Being the center of attention is not a pleasant experience.