deltrittennovels Chapter 266 This is a copyright fee plus a thank-you fee!
Chapter 266 This is a copyright fee plus a thank-you fee!
Ki Woo-ho was stunned by the impact.
Looking down at the valuable lotus flower in her arms, then up at Ye Fan, she grinned, her face a picture of utter disbelief, as if she'd just stumbled upon a windfall. "Brother Fan? What does this mean? Is it an early New Year?"
Ye Fan unscrewed a bottle of ice-cold cola, took two gulps, and said nonchalantly, "Oh! It's nothing. I just used your name to show off a bit, so this is a copyright fee and a thank-you fee! Take it."
Xiao Ji was stunned. Holy crap, this works? You can earn a pack of cigarettes like this?
When did my name become so valuable?
"Brother Fan is particular, but... how do you show off?" he asked impatiently, his face full of curiosity.
Ye Fan put down his cola and said casually, "It's nothing. It's just that during class, the teacher asked me a question and I couldn't answer it. She asked me what my name was, and I said Ji Yuhao, and then she remembered it."
He shrugged, as if he were talking about something trivial.
Xiao Ji: "????"
The next second, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Damn it, Fanzi, you got me into trouble!"
Being blacklisted by the teacher means that he will find it difficult to skip the class in the future!
Ye Fan had expected this. Without even raising his eyelids, he held up two fingers and waved them, saying casually, "Add two more."
Xiao Ji decisively admitted defeat: "Deal."
Ye Fan cursed inwardly: Damn it, I gave him too much! This kid is too easy to bribe!
The "huge sum" of three packs of cigarettes instantly soothed Ki Woo-ho's wounded heart.
He felt that the lotus flower in his arms wasn't so hot anymore.
So what if my name gets written down? At worst, I'll just go to class from now on!
He ripped the course schedule from the wall, placed it under the mousepad, picked up a red pen, and fiercely circled all the times for the "Microeconomics" course in big red circles, as if he had tragically signed a contract of servitude.
After resolving the "copyright dispute," Ye Fan opened his laptop, logged into the bank's client app, and with swift, deft steps, transferred 20 million yuan to his personal securities account, ready to try it out himself.
Behind him, Ji Yuhao, who had just finished circling his class schedule, peeked over and immediately caught sight of the successful transfer confirmation page on the screen. The long string of numbers made his eyes widen instantly: "Holy crap? Fan-ge, what kind of simulation game are you playing? 'Happy Beans' is so realistic? What are those zeros at the end?"
He leaned closer to the screen, tapping with his finger as he earnestly counted: "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions..."
When he reached the tens of millions, he gasped, then forced a look of worldly experience, scoffing, "Tch, is that all? Nothing special!"
He puffed out his chest and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder with an air of magnanimity: "Use my account later! I have hundreds of millions of Happy Beans in my account, play as you please! I'll show you what it means to spend money like water!"
Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Ji Yuhao with a loving and tolerant gaze, as if looking at a rich man's foolish son. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll definitely use your number next time."
His tone was as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.
Xiao Ji was satisfied with showing off before going back to play the game.
Ye Fan's smile faded, and his gaze sharpened.
He closed his eyes and activated the "golden finger" of a reborn person—fragments of memories about the stock market from his previous life flooded back, quickly becoming crystal clear.
He pinpointed a name with remarkable accuracy: Sanan Optoelectronics. Tomorrow, this stock will experience a staggering surge, potentially reaching a 10% increase!
He immediately searched for "Sanan Optoelectronics" on the trading software.
The page popped up, displaying the company's dismal second-quarter financial report. Huge R&D investments led to a sharp decline in profits, resulting in sluggish performance. Market analysts were overwhelmingly pessimistic, and a pervasive sense of despair filled the air.
The stock price is currently at a relatively low level.
Without hesitation, Ye Fan decided to use 1500 million yuan of real money to bet everything on this "unpopular stock".
This is not the "Happy Beans" that Ki Woo-ho mentioned, but a huge amount of capital that is enough to ensure that an ordinary person can live a life of comfort for several lifetimes!
With such a large amount of capital, placing a buy order directly is tantamount to throwing a boulder into a calm lake, which will inevitably cause violent fluctuations in stock price and may even alert other large funds.
Ye Fan took a deep breath and began his meticulous operation, splitting the 1500 million yuan into dozens of small orders, setting different purchase price ranges and intervals, like an experienced hunter, patiently and gradually accumulating shares near the limit down price.
Fingers flew across the keyboard, and the mind was highly focused.
More than an hour passed before all the buy orders were finally sent.
Ye Fan leaned back in his chair, shook his slightly sore fingers, and let out a long sigh.
The fact that a mere 1500 million yuan deal was so mentally taxing made him sigh, "Damn, even this small amount of money is so troublesome..."
Thinking about the potentially larger scale of funds he might need in the future, he frowned slightly: How's the team building progressing with Chen Lichuan? They need to improve their efficiency.
Meanwhile, in an office building in Shanghai, a group of people were completely silent.
Analysts and traders held their breath, staring intently at the intraday chart of "Sanan Optoelectronics" on one of the screens.
"Manager, tens of thousands of hands, all of them have been absorbed."
"What? Is this guy crazy?" He strode to the screen, staring at the trading volume bar that had suddenly surged and pierced the limit-down price. His face darkened. "Who did this? How dare they take such a large number of shares of such worthless stock at this level? Are they insane?"
His eyes narrowed sharply, and he decisively ordered, "Place another 10,000 lots at the limit down price! It must be pushed back down! We can't let him build up market sentiment! We must undermine market confidence and cause retail investors to panic and sell!"
"Understood!" The trader's fingers flew across the keyboard, and a new massive sell order instantly pushed the price down to the daily limit, like a heavy boulder.
Half an hour later, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Manager, no new large buy orders have appeared, the market has calmed down. It seems that's all the other side can do."
The manager smirked contemptuously as he sat back in his leather chair. "Hmph! Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot! You think you can play with me with this little bit of money? You're overestimating yourself!"
He picked up his coffee and took a sip, as if he had already trampled that mysterious opponent under his feet.
however.
A subtle doubt crept into his mind—was the mysterious buyer who went on a buying spree at the daily limit down price really just acting on "impulse"?
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Ye Fan had no classes in the afternoon, so he drove to the company.
Pushing open the transparent glass door, the scene before my eyes was completely different from the emptiness of a few days ago.
The once quiet open-plan office area was now full of people. The sounds of keyboards clicking, phones answering, and hushed discussions mingled together, creating a vibrant "buzzing" background noise.