I'm back in 1990

Chapter 188: This Dormitory is Not Simple

The Shanghai Stock Exchange's stock market has been booming, leading to increasingly lower trading volumes. As shareholders watch their stocks rise every day, they're bound to hold on tight; only a fool would sell.

This resulted in securities companies having a large number of buy orders but very few sell orders.

Even so, the brokerage firm was still packed with people. I was so happy! I could just watch my stocks rise every day without doing anything else. I felt so good!

The Shanghai Stock Exchange and the Shenzhen Stock Exchange exhibit two completely different extremes.

Before the development fund intervened, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange was falling every day, lifeless, and there was hardly anyone in the market. There were huge sell orders with no buyers!

The situation is reversed in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the times and poor information flow, most investors on both sides are unaware of each other's situation. This is the information gap. If a smart person grasps this point and boldly buys at the bottom in the Shenzhen Stock Exchange, they are guaranteed to make a fortune. Unfortunately, there are very few people who are both smart and bold.

On December 5, Vacuum Electronics' stock price rose to 10031 yuan per share.

After returning from the stock market, Ding Yi excitedly ran to the dormitory to tell his roommates the good news.

"Holy crap! This is terrible! Vacuum electrons have gone crazy!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Can you please speak Mandarin?" Huang Xiaochuan reminded Ding Yi. He didn't care because he could understand Shanghainese, but the other three couldn't. Only Wu Duo parroted the phrase "brain wrecked."

At Huang Xiaochuan's prompting, Ding Yi repeated in Mandarin: "Good news! The stock price of Vacuum Electronics that we bought has now exceeded 1,000! Today's closing price was 10031. Brothers, shouldn't we celebrate?"

This is truly exciting news. Apart from Huang Xiaochuan, everyone else has started calculating the current value of their stocks.

Chen Zhe calculated the fastest; he had a total of 600 shares of vacuum electrons, which meant his net worth had now reached 600,000. For a moment, he was somewhat dazed.

He patted Huang Xiaochuan's shoulder cautiously: "Xiaochuan, if I sell these stocks now, will I have 600,000?"

Huang Xiaochuan replied with certainty: "That's for sure."

"I can hardly believe it."

Huang Xiaochuan understood Chen Zhe's situation very well. As an ordinary college student, this was the first time Chen Zhe had so much money, so of course he would react this way. Any ordinary person would have reacted the same way in this situation.

This was the magic of the Chinese stock market at the beginning. Because it was a process of trial and error, the various securities regulations were imperfect and subject to frequent changes, allowing some people with firm beliefs to make a fortune. There are countless examples, such as Yang Baiwan, and the person who later drank tea in a chicken cup worth hundreds of millions. They were among those who made a fortune in this stock market feast.

Huang Xiaochuan patted Chen Zhe on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Old Chen! From now on, you need to get used to being a rich man."

After calculating his net worth, Wu Duo was so excited he almost blew the roof off.

"Class monitor, take it easy. If you bring Teacher Dai back again, you'll be in jail for the second time, and you'll have to write a self-criticism!" Huang Xiaochuan quickly reminded him.

Upon hearing Huang Xiaochuan's words, Wu Duo immediately became cautious and even pushed open the door to check if there was any movement outside.

After closing the door, Wu Duo patted his chest to calm himself down and said to everyone, "You can't tell anyone about this except for a few of us, understand?"

The group nodded in unison. This was a must. Anyone who went around bragging about how much money they had made would be a fool. There's an old saying, "Keep a low profile and make a fortune," which is exactly the point. If you shout it out and the whole world knows, just see what happens.

Zhang Gaolei even put his index finger to his lips, indicating that he definitely wouldn't tell.

Huang Xiaochuan had this in mind when he got these guys involved in stamp speculation: it's better for everyone to get rich than for one person to get rich alone. That way, he wouldn't stand out so much. Otherwise, how would they get along in the future? Besides, everyone would be more likely to keep the secret. Huang Xiaochuan also didn't want to be a lone wolf in college; it was more sensible to have a group of like-minded brothers.

However, this is absolutely shocking. The school is unaware of this situation yet. If they knew that these few prodigies from 222 had a combined stock holdings exceeding ten million, their expressions would be priceless! Four Seasons Leek's new work is here, updated first on the entire internet by Cola Novels!

But this is just the beginning. By May of next year, when vacuum electronics have risen to 2500, those guys' net worth will immediately double or even triple.

Excitement needs an outlet, right? We're all young people; bottling it up will cause problems.

Huang Xiaochuan then said, "Tonight, I'll treat everyone to dinner at Haibaofang to celebrate. But let me make this clear: there are too many people around, so don't say a word about making money in the stock market. Just drink and eat and keep your mouth shut."

Upon hearing that Huang Xiaochuan was going to treat everyone, Ding beamed and came up to Huang Xiaochuan, putting his arm around Huang's neck and saying, "Xiaochuan, how about we get some good wine tonight?"

Huang Xiaochuan, of course, had no objection: "Good food deserves good wine. Choose whatever you like, is that alright?"

"It's settled then. I saw some 80-year-old Moutai on the Haibao Boat, that's it for tonight!"

In 1988, the price of Moutai rose from over 20 yuan to over 200 yuan, and the price of Zhonghua cigarettes also rose from 1.8 yuan to 12 yuan. Actually, this was a good thing. In the past, although the prices were cheap, ordinary people simply couldn't buy them.

After the price increase, ordinary people with money can now buy these high-end cigarettes and alcohol, but most ordinary people simply don't have that kind of financial means.

At that time, even though it was 80-year-old Moutai, the price was only around 300 yuan, and it wasn't as sought after as later generations of Moutai vintage wines.

Even now, if it were back when these people first met, and Huang Xiaochuan were to treat them to Moutai, spending over a thousand yuan on a single meal, Zhang Gaolei and Chen Zhe probably wouldn't dare to touch their chopsticks.

Now, one of them has a net worth of over a million, and the other has a net worth of six hundred thousand. They are no longer surprised by whether or not something like Haibaofang Moutai is expensive or not.

So, money gives men courage. With hundreds of thousands or millions in assets, it's like having a stabilizing force; they won't hesitate to spend hundreds or thousands on expenses anymore.

Conversely, if you don't have money in your pocket, you won't even dare to go into a slightly larger restaurant.

The five of them set off for Haibaofang on Huanghe Road in high spirits. Before they arrived, Huang Xiaochuan called the proprietress to reserve a private room for them, and of course, he also ordered a bottle of 80 Moutai.

Chen Zhe has a low alcohol tolerance; after just three drinks, he started to feel tipsy. He put his arm around Huang Xiaochuan's shoulder and talked a lot, leaving Huang Xiaochuan completely disoriented.

Chen Zhe came from a small county town in the north. When he came to Shanghai with his parents, he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people. There were crowds of people everywhere, and there were more tall buildings than in the county town. In particular, there were cars of all shapes and sizes, most of which he couldn't even name.

Since meeting the people in dormitory 222, Chen Zhe's life has undergone a dramatic change. Everyone treats him very well. Huang Xiaochuan even led them to speculate on stamps and stocks to make money. Originally, Chen Zhe thought that participation was the most important thing and he didn't want to be a loner. Who could have predicted that the snowball would grow so big?

Chen Zhe, who was not yet twenty years old, had already amassed a fortune that was beyond the reach of his peers. It was like a dream. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he felt even more grateful to Huang Xiaochuan and his other roommates in room 222.

If it weren't for them, would I have had such good luck?

After listening to Chen Zhe's endless stream of thanks, Huang Xiaochuan patted him on the back and said, "Alright, alright, if you keep going like this, how am I supposed to drink this? Stop drinking and eat more food. That damn Ding Gungun is a real bastard, ordering so much food, he'll end up stuffing it all into his stomach before we can finish it all."

Ding Yi, that jerk, kept picking the most expensive items from the menu after arriving at the hotel, making the proprietress extremely happy. Even though there were only five of them, their spending was definitely the highest of the night.

Ding Yi ordered all the seafood, including Australian lobster, four-headed abalone, golden hook shark, geoduck, grouper, and prawns. He ordered all the seafood that Haibaofang had airlifted from eastern Guangdong. He estimated that the meal would cost at least three or four thousand yuan.

Three bottles of 80 Moutai are just a drop in the ocean.

This meal solidified the image of the group as wealthy young men in the restaurant owner's mind. The owner not only personally offered them a toast but also gave each of them a VIP card, welcoming them to come often in the future.

Huang Xiaochuan, in particular, received a few more flirty glances than the others. The wine was already making his stomach churn, and the landlady's antics almost made him vomit. However, considering that it was 80-year-old Moutai, Huang Xiaochuan forced himself to hold it back, unwilling to do so!