Huang Han has a God's perspective. He also invests in the stock market. Why do he have to play around with others? Isn't it good to earn international capital on Wall Street?

Moreover, Li Jun has helped buy a lot of original stocks in the past few years. The Huang Han family owns an average of about 8% of the old eight-share stocks on the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

But Wall Street is too far away from Lu Yao, Xiao Qiang, and Cheng Wenge. Now we can let the three of them experience the madness of the capital market in China.

Huang Han shook his head and said: "'Hanjierong Investment Company' will not invest in the Chinese stock market within ten years. I am going to lend each of you 500,000 for your personal investment."

Lu Yao said embarrassedly: "I'm taking your money again!"

Xiao Qiang said: "We have never speculated in stocks, what if we lose money?"

Shen Xiaorong smiled and said: "Don't worry, ask Huang Han more about how to operate, I can guarantee that you won't lose money."

"Hahaha..." Huang Han laughed and said: "Be a fool, wait patiently after buying the stock, and then sell it slowly when it rises to more than five times, and you will make a sure profit without losing money."

Lu Yao wondered: "Why are you so sure?"

"There is a common problem in the stock market. When no one is interested, the price is often the cheapest.

Didn't Uncle Shen just say that the exchange had only been established for a dozen days, and the opening ceremony was held on the first day, but the transaction volume did not even reach 6 million yuan.

The transactions in the next few days were tepid, with only two to three million transactions a day."

Shen Xiaorong praised: "That's so right! I even want to buy some stocks in our country."

"You'd better forget it, isn't it nice to make capitalist money?"

"Yes! There's no point in making money when trading stocks in China. And what are we going to do with the small trading volume?"

"Yes! Once you enter the market, you are guaranteed to become a major shareholder of the eight major listed companies within three days."

Zhang Chunmei asked strangely: "Eight major listed companies? What do you mean?"

"The Shanghai Exchange has just been established and only eight stocks can be traded."

"Ah? I can't imagine this!"

The expressions on Zhang Chunmei and Shen Xiaorong's face at this time were exactly the same as when Xiao Qiang learned that the elementary school where Mou Xueru attended had only about forty students at its peak.

The two of them have long seen how crazy the capital on Wall Street is. Of course, they can't imagine how to operate the stock market with only eight stocks?

"Hey, everything has a beginning, and our country's stock market will one day grow."

"How long do we have to wait!" Zhang Chunmei looked confused.

This... Huang Han really can't say, because until 2021, the Chinese stock market was far inferior to the U.S. stock market. The turnover and market value were far behind, and there were all kinds of magic operations.

He could only say carelessly: "Anyway, if you all remember it, our country will have a better tomorrow!"

Xiao Qiang asked: "We bought stocks worth 500,000 yuan, will we also become shareholders?"

"Theoretically it already is."

"I understand that making money in the stock market is to sell high and buy low, but why do you say you should start selling after the price rises five times?"

As long as Chinese investors are not stupid, they should understand the history of the development of China's stock market. I can't remember the details, but I can definitely know the first crazy time.

There was no daily limit at that time, and the stock index soared five or six times in three days. How crazy would individual stocks be? How many myths of wealth were created? You can imagine.

The time point is easy to remember. It was the time when Shanghai stock trading prices were fully liberalized after the great man Nanfang gave his speech.

Huang Han laughed and said: "Haha, you know how to sell high and buy low, but you don't know how high is high and how low is low! So I gave you a height."

"Pfft!" Shen Xiaorong laughed, because Huang Han gave her a height many times, and she made a lot of money by boldly increasing leverage in this range.

She said: "You all listen to Huang Han, make money and don't run away!"

Xiao Qiang said: "Even you, a stock god, listen to Huang Han, of course we must listen even more."

"My judgment is average, how can I be considered a stock expert? Huang Han is!"

Huang Han thought to himself: I'm not even close to you, let alone you.

But at this time, the old god was saying to him: "Strictly observe discipline and don't let greed overcome fear. Money in the stock market is actually quite easy to make."

Huang Hanzhen in later generations was a stock investor. He really did not be greedy, fearless, leveraged, or dissatisfied with his stock trading.

I don’t believe who is the stock god, I don’t believe in gossip, I never attend classes about the stock market, I don’t join any stock groups, I don’t believe in stock picking software, so I always make money.

He is also very confident and never buys funds.

He believes that those who manage funds are also human beings, and may be much stupider than him. Otherwise, who would buy more than 2,600 shares of Moutai?

Are they too stupid, or do they think everyone in the world is a fool? Facts have proved that fools are everywhere!

It is not cost-effective to give money to them to speculate in stocks, even if the income is similar to that of investing in stocks yourself!
Chapter completed!