My Side Job is a Trader

Half a month passed by in a flash. In the past half month, when Rebar continued to storm to around 2700 points, it finally seemed a little lacking in stamina.

Through the data analysis of the spot market, Zhang Xin concluded that rebar is still on an upward path.

However, it is somewhat unexpected that the first wave of the market can almost rush to 1,000 points in one go.

This makes Zhang Xin, who is concerned about the rebound market, wait until the flowers are almost gone.

Zhang Xin opened the trading software, thought about whether he could close the position, and then his eyebrows twitched a few times, accompanied by a warm feeling.

As if Zhang Xin had received the notice, he decisively closed his position, made a profit and left.

Although he rushed up dozens of points later, Zhang Xin didn't regret leaving early.

Trading is like this, even if Zhang Xin has a keen sixth sense, there can only be a vague point, and the error of dozens of points is completely acceptable.

At the same time, this is also the ability that Zhang Xin has developed recently. In the past, he could only passively wait for the warning from the sixth sense. Now Zhang Xin only needs to think about his operation in his heart. If he can do it, the sixth sense will make his eyebrows feel hot; otherwise, Eyebrows will become cool.

This is a great improvement. After all, it is more practical to take the initiative to predict the operation. Passive prediction can only give a rough idea. For example, the market forecast of rebar this time, before the market starts, the sixth sense will prompt you to buy , and then until the end of this market, there will be an early warning to remind Zhang Xin that the market is about to end.

Actively using the sixth sense can grasp any fluctuations of the day. Now as long as Zhang Xin is willing, he can become the most powerful short-term trader in the world at any time, but it will be very tiring, not only physically exhausted, but also mentally. He will also feel very tired, which directly leads to his drowsiness.

So at present, Zhang Xin does not want to actively use the sixth sense frequently, at most, he is content to catch a few callbacks with large fluctuations.

After Zhang Xin closed his position, he found that the funds had exceeded one million yuan, but he did not plan to embezzle the funds for the time being. After all, the bull market for rebar is not over yet, and these funds are needed to enter again.

Zhang Xin is in a good state of mind. Although the correction is still going down the next day, even if he opens a position at this point, he does not make much money. Only when the correction is at least 100 points, will this wave of correction be meaningful.

The price was lower every time, so every time the price was updated, Zhang Xin would use his sixth sense to confirm it, until the ability told him that he could open a position, and Zhang Xin decisively entered the position.

If there is no ability, some funds may be reserved to deal with risks. Now that the sixth sense has confirmed it, it means that the callback has basically bottomed out, and the bulls will have to exert their strength next.

Sure enough, in the next few working days, the market was basically on the red candlestick line. As of the last working day in August, the price of rebar had easily broken through the 3,000-point mark.

Zhang Xin doesn't pay much attention to how the market will go next. After all, it's next week's business. Now Zhang Xin's first priority is to go to the capital to visit Li Xueer.

As the appointed time got closer, Li Xueer started to remind Zhang Xin to buy tickets quickly, and finally, under Li Xueer's full video supervision, she used a computer to order the earliest high-speed train on Saturday.

In order to ensure the expenses of these two days, Zhang Xin also deliberately transferred tens of thousands of yuan in the stock market to the bank card. After all, there are dozens of times the income in the futures account there, and Zhang Xin really looks down on the stock market now. With this little profit, it is better to transfer it out as a reserve fund in case of accidents.

Since the train departed at 6:10 in the morning, Zhang Xin drove from home at 5:30, and half an hour was enough to drive to Hongqiao Railway Station, leaving 10 minutes to check the ticket and get on the train.

Zhang Xin now has a net worth of millions, and it takes a long time for Shanghai to go to the capital, so Zhang Xin bought a business seat.

Although the ticket price is nearly three times more expensive than ordinary second-class seats, the service you enjoy is really good.

The first is waiting for the bus. There is a separate waiting room for the business class. In addition to the quieter environment, you can also enjoy some fruit snacks for free.

Then the business seats are not as crowded as ordinary second-class seats. There are only three seats in a row, and the seats can lie flat. This is what Zhang Xin likes most. No matter how beautiful the flight attendant is, she is no longer with Zhang Xin.

Those who can take business seats are basically people with good money, so their overall quality is relatively high. Sometimes they will exchange business cards with people who can chat for a few words, which can be regarded as expanding their network.

But Zhang Xin didn't like these things very much. He was wearing a casual short-sleeved suit, which was a bit out of tune with most of the people around him in suits and leather shoes. He simply put on a blindfold and lay down to sleep the whole time.

After waking up, Zhang Xin checked the time. It was past ten o'clock. According to the timetable, he would arrive at Jingshi South Station in just over an hour.

So Zhang Xin sent a message to Li Xueer, telling her how long it would take to arrive.

Li Xueer told Zhang Xin that she had set off with her best friend and was about to arrive at the train station.

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Zhang Xin followed the crowd out of the train station, and immediately recognized Li Xueer who was trying to find herself.

He walked around behind her silently, covered her eyes with his hands suddenly, and said in a weird voice, "Guess who I am."

Li Xueer grabbed Zhang Xin's hand and said, "Stop making trouble, I know you are an uncle."

Zhang Xin let go, Li Xueer turned around to confirm, and hung on Zhang Xin directly: "Wow, uncle, I miss you so much."

Zhang Xin hugged her quickly, patted her on the back, and said, "Hurry up and get down, your friend is still standing beside you."

Li Xueer hurried down after hearing the words, tidied up her skirt, and introduced to Zhang Xin: "Uncle, this is my best friend Jiang Xiaobei, isn't she pretty?"

Without squinting, Zhang Xin nodded and smiled and said hello: "Hi, my name is Zhang Xin, Li Xueer's boyfriend."

Jiang Xiaobei looked at Zhang Xin carefully, and asked Li Xueer: "Xiao Xueer, why do you call him uncle, Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to be that age, I think it's more appropriate to call him big brother."

Li Xueer held Zhang Xin's hand, her eyes were crescent-shaped: "I just like to call him uncle, and when we stand together, we don't look like people of the same generation at all."

Zhang Xin spread his hands, saying that as long as Li Xueer is happy.

"By the way, uncle, why are you shaving your beard today? If you have a beard, Jiang Xiaobei will know why I call you uncle."

Zhang Xin pampered Li Xueer's head and said, "You can call it whatever you want. If you want me to grow a beard, then I won't shave it from now on, and at most I'll trim it."

Zhang Xin also wondered if Li Xueer had any special psychological tendencies, otherwise why would he always care about whether he had a beard or not.