At that time, my chubby partner, still a newcomer to the securities industry, was very interested and had dedicated over a year to intense research, showing considerable enthusiasm.
Eager to make some achievements with the algorithmic strategy he had developed with great effort, he started trading.
Although I never quite understood how to operate the virtual platform that Du Hongting usually used for simulated trading, I remembered its interface.
One day, I realized something was amiss when the interface changed.
He confessed, “I’m currently engaged in live trading.”
I felt a shock to my forehead!
Shivering, I asked, “How much money did you put in?”
Du Hongting replied, “All of it.”
I was infuriated to the point of feeling dizzy!
Fortunately, my chubby partner explained that he used his compiled model for programmatic automated trading, achieving positive returns every month. He spoke confidently, as if he had invented a money-printing machine.
I drooled and asked him, “How much have you earned so far?”
Chubby partner, expressionless, said, “Ten million.”
Oh.
Get lost.
Me: “To be honest, a few days ago, I had a project worth a billion in hand.”
Chubby partner looked at me sideways.
Me: “Don’t believe me?”
Chubby partner: “Why are you suddenly taking off my pants?”
Me: “To show you, a billion-dollar project.”
Chubby partner took a while to understand and angrily said, “Get lost. Not showing. Get lost.”
Blunt and straightforward.
In the end, he still gave me a project worth over two billion.
After a while, I saw him frowning at the market, modifying the analysis strategy, looking extremely stressed.
Had a bad feeling.
Upon asking, it turned out to be true.
Chubby partner said he had incurred some losses in the past few days.
I cautiously asked, “How much?”
He pulled up the profit data for me to see.
Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand…
Seven zeros!
Ten million!
Me: “Where did you get so much money from?”
Fatty: “I earned it when managing my dad’s company.”
I, with hands on my head, in a state of collapse: “No, no, no, this is virtual trading, no, no, I must be dreaming…”
Losing ten million, Fatty remains calm: “This industry is inherently high-risk; where there’s profit, there’s also loss. It’s all within a normal range and under control.”
Whether making big money or losing big money, he doesn’t seem ecstatic or devastated.
His emotions are stable without the slightest fluctuation.
Money, in his eyes, is probably just a string of numbers.
His mindset is really good.
Unlike me.
As soon as I heard that my boyfriend lost ten million, I immediately went to the temple to seek guidance.
The fortune teller said I would strike it rich after turning twenty.
But then the fortune teller also said that the person I would marry in the future would be exceptionally good-looking, almost one in a million.
Heartbroken.
Fortune-telling is indeed a scam.
It seems hoping for Fatty to strike it rich is impossible.
I decide to focus on my own project. Since I’ll be turning twenty next year, I’ll rely on myself to make a fortune.
I start putting all my efforts into my own business.
I think to myself, in case Fatty loses everything in the future, at least economically, I can provide him with support: “I’ll take care of you.”
Initially, I arrange to meet with Zhou Taidi to discuss business.
Zhou Taidi says since there’s no chance for us to be together, why not discuss business while enjoying some skewers?
I say, “Okay.”
The conversation goes very smoothly.
Zhou Taidi agrees to invest.
Later, I remember Ji Yagu from the finance department.
The senior who invited me to a haunted house for a date.
It turns out their family is quite well-off.
He himself is also very interested in my project.
So, we grab some skewers on the street and have a good chat.
Everything goes well.
I suspect that during that time when I focused all my energy on developing the project, I neglected Fatty, and he has started to grow suspicious.
“Are you still working on that project, Get Rich?”
Me: “No. Weren’t you against it?”
Chubby partner: “Hmm. Have you started other projects then?”
Me: “No, why?”
Chubby partner: “Nothing.”
Me: “I’ve learned something new recently, quite busy. I’ll come to your place this weekend.”
Chubby partner remained silent.
After a while, he said, “Grilled skewers are not hygienic, don’t eat too much.”
Me: “Why suddenly mention grilled skewers?”
Chubby partner: “… Nothing, just a reminder since it’s the season. Hang up.”
Could it be that he found out?
No, impossible.
If he had, he would have stabbed me on the spot with skewers.
Went to chubby partner’s house over the weekend.
Chubby partner proudly told me that a German company was interested in his algorithm and wanted to meet to discuss the possibility of cooperation.
I praised him a lot, “So, are you planning to go?”
Chubby partner said it’s too far. If they cooperate, he won’t be back for at least half a year.
I initially wanted to say half a year is too long, don’t go.
But then I thought, saying that might be too narrow-minded, so I supported him, “If you want to go, then go and check it out.”
I wonder where I went wrong.
Chubby partner was gloomy the entire afternoon, focused on the market and barely paid any attention to me.
Understanding a man’s thoughts can be truly challenging.
I initially wanted to bring chubby partner on board as an investor, but now it seems the only suitable candidate is that person.
As usual, we agreed to meet at the library.
Shen Cheng: “Have you thought about becoming my girlfriend?”
If you continue like this, I’ll tell chubby partner to sit on you and squash you.
In my mind, I flattened him ten thousand times.
With a smiling face, I told him about the project.
Shen Cheng listened and said, “I won’t have to invest a penny and still get 20% of the technical shares?”
Me: “If you’re not interested, I won’t force you.”
Shen Cheng: “You misunderstood. What I mean is, I want to invest and take 40% of the shares.”
Me: “Thank you, Boss Shen!”
On my side, the company was successfully registered, and the software was in trial operation, presenting a lively scene.
On chubby partner’s side, he spent his days studying the densely packed numbers on the screen like a dedicated monk.
One evening, chubby partner invited me to have Macau-style hotpot.
Halfway through the meal, he suddenly said, “There was a math genius from Tsinghua before. After graduating, he worked at a securities company in Shenzhen, gained a reputation, and was known as the top guy in the securities industry. His name is Xiao Che.”
Me: “Sounds like a god-like figure. Is he your idol?”
Chubby partner: “No. Today he called me, wanting to collaborate.”
Me: “Really or fake? That’s incredible!”
Chubby partner: “Many of our ideas align well. I really want to go over to his side…”
Me: “Then go!”
Chubby partner: “His studio is in New York.”
Me: “Ah…”
Paused while picking up an oyster, “Just go and check it out…”
Chubby partner: “Hmm.”
I mechanically brought the oyster over and applied a bit of mustard.
Chubby partner: “I’m thinking of graduating early, applying for a doctoral assessment, and working in the U.S. while studying. What do you think?”
Did you decide everything already, and now you’re asking me what I think?
Get lost!
I swallowed the oyster in one gulp.
Mustard stings!
Chubby partner: “Are you crying?”
I choked, “No, it’s spicy.”
Chubby partner: “…”
Me: “Your idea is good, I support you.”
Chubby partner didn’t say anything, took a sip of sour plum soup.
Silence, the theme for tonight…
Chubby partner coldly snorted, “I’m leaving. It seems like you don’t feel a bit reluctant.”
Me: “…”
Chubby partner: “You don’t really love me; you’re just infatuated with my body.”
Me: !!!
Chubby partner: “Zhou Taidi, Ji Yagu, Shen Cheng. Have you found the right size for yourself?”
Me: You’re crazy!