Life is like a journey. At first, there are many roads in front of you. You can choose any one of them to reach the end, but the scenery on the roadside is different. Because of the unknown nature of the journey and because people had high expectations for the future, countless people rushed toward the light like moths to a flame.
If Qiu Jun hadn't met Wang Gao, perhaps his fate would have been different.
Qiu Jun was a fund manager of a famous fund company. He had achieved outstanding results in the past bull market and gained fame.
At that time, people in Jianghu described him as a demon covered in red lava. He dived down while spitting out red flames, raising huge waves in the sea. He was also like a Kun Peng spreading its wings, causing the waves to rise and fall. Others said that he was an elf covered in black lava, hovering above the sea, like a swan flying across the sky. The moment he burned, he was as gorgeous as a summer flower.
Perhaps it was both. People had many faces. Anyway, there were many legends in the martial arts world, and they were all full of legendary colors.
However, he was indeed like a rising sun, pushing away the clouds and smiling at the earth. It was as if he was opening his eyes and looking down at the earth, preparing for the next brave dive to catch the prey. He was the victor, the hero standing on the top of the mountains. He stood in a fearless posture with the momentum of the mountain as the peak, and his mind was rich.
After the funds managed by Qiu Jun successfully retreated, the stock market was like a fighter that had been hit. Black smoke billowed as it rushed straight to the horizon. It was caught off guard and fell continuously, causing the majority of the shareholders to be defeated. They wanted to cry but had no tears. The stock market was covered in dark clouds.
It was such a painful day. The mountains and rivers were elegy, and the earth was sighing. It was like a hand that turned clouds and brushed away the rain. It waved teardrops in the vast sea and sky, falling into the human world, into the rivers, lakes, and seas, and into the vast land. People looked up at the sky and roared, but they did not welcome the dawn of the east.
At that moment, Qiu Jun was leisurely enjoying the bright sunshine outside the window. That beam of sunlight was like a heavenly path, incomparably brilliant, illuminating his heart and making him happy. It was the satisfaction of success, the encouragement of self-confidence, the gas station on the road ahead, the score on the exam paper, and the incomparably glorious medal. That kind of joy was not only the interaction between the lips and teeth below the face, but also the joy in the depths of the soul. At that moment, the blue suit and white shirt... However, it made him look energetic and dazzling. It seemed to have become the iconic sign of elite clothing.
He was only thirty-three years old, but he had achieved fame so quickly. This was a very lucky thing. For many people, even if they spent their entire lives fighting, they might not be able to achieve their goals.
Now, the stock market was like a small boat, tossed up and down by the waves in the sea. It was like a giant dragon rolling at the bottom of the water, making people terrified. When their beautiful faces fell, there was no sense of security at all. It was as if they would be swallowed by the sea at any time. Once they got on the pirate ship, they would be thrown into the sea in panic and eaten by whales. If they did not get on the pirate ship, they were afraid that the ship would sail far away and they would never be able to get on again. At the moment when all the shareholders were in a dilemma, Qiu Jun chose to withdraw. He withdrew so calmly, like the serene cloud in the sky. Like the free seagull on the sea, her posture was so beautiful, and she turned around beautifully.
Not everyone can easily turn around a kind of beauty. Behind him is the support of wisdom, and behind wisdom is diligence.
Sweat and sweat.
He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was in turmoil. His infinitely inflated heart had already covered his eyes. Sitting in the office chair, the scenery outside the French glass window in front of him, mountains, rivers, elevated roads, and skyscrapers, could not attract his attention at all. His mind was like boiling water in a pot. If I used my own money to invest in the stock market, if I had tens of millions of yuan in my capital, wouldn't I be able to jump onto the list of rich people in this bull market? At that time, I didn't just have a famous fund manager, I had huge wealth, I didn't just have a fiery heart, I had a heart made of gold, but where could I get tens of millions?
The flame of desire was often like a lamp on the sea route, guiding the ship through countless reefs and dangerous shoals to the light, or like an iceberg standing in the middle of the sea route, smashing the ship into pieces.
The world of humans was very similar to the world of wolves. In order to satisfy the fierce demand of their stomachs, wolves would show unusual intelligence and bravery when hunting prey. They would cunningly avoid danger and fiercely chase after their prey. This was the sharp weapon that they relied on for survival. It was the same in the stock market. There were countless dangers and dangerous shoals. If they were not careful, they would become the property of others. If they made a mistake, they would be swallowed by others. Fierceness and decisiveness were also indispensable. Hesitation might cause you to be a step slower and lose your rhythm. Being too impulsive might cause you to make a mistake and regret it for eternity. Therefore, only the perfect combination of rationality and decisiveness could create the most brilliant sparks and achieve your success.
A nation also needed this kind of ferocious wolf nature. On the big stage of the world, they had to search for it and rely on it to survive. Without a strong and brave national spirit, without witty and flexible means of fighting wits and courage, could they stand proudly in the east of the world?
The light outside the window outlined Qiu Jun's beautiful side profile. His tall nose bone made his face look extremely three-dimensional. He was handsome, cool, and beautiful. His deep eyes were burning with fire. It was the fire of desire that spewed out from the bottom of his heart.
As he thought about it, another sentence popped up in his mind. Lust could burn people to death, lust could burn men and women, and lust for money could burn men and women, destroying their lives. How can I fantasize? Wasn't that just daydreaming? Forget it, I'm too tired. I'll think of other sweet things to be happy.
He thought of Wu Yan, a Chinese woman whom he had never met again after a beautiful encounter with her on the Gold Coast of Australia.
That romantic encounter was like a halo that would never fade, deeply imprinted in his mind. It was like a hazy dream in a sea of fog, often like a fairyland in his mind. Now, the memory of that woman was as fragmented as fog. He remembered her name, her icy skin, her beautiful smile, and her white teeth that shone like the sun. He still remembered the moment he saw her, his stubborn heart almost spasmed. At first glance, she was the type he liked, the feeling of a light lily.
He recalled that moment when he felt his heart tremble. His heart suddenly pumped out warm blood forcefully, nourishing his entire body and emitting warm air. That kind of heat made him feel excited all over. A joy that he had never felt before drilled out from the bottom of his heart. That kind of feeling was unprecedented.
He thought to himself,'If I hadn't hesitated and stepped forward to ask for her phone number that time, I wouldn't have fallen to the point of unrequited love today. Life is life. Why do I always remember to cherish it when I lose it?' Why did she always feel that it was the best when she couldn't get it? His heart was a little dark and painful.
In his self-reproach, he continued to think,'There are thousands of women in this world, and I've seen countless beautiful women, but why is my heart beating only for this?' Could she be the white fox I chased in my previous life? It was said that vixens could intoxicate people, grab their hearts, and make them wish they were dead. This time, I believed it. Not only did the pain not fade with time, but it also expanded. At first, it felt like a dot, but now it seemed to have expanded to the entire heart. He resolutely cut off his thoughts.
To him, being in the stock market for a long time was also a kind of competition, a kind of game. Facing hundreds of millions of investors, there were many people who knew technology, and there were many people who had read Buffett's autobiography, but why could some people become winners? He clearly knew that it was a competition of mentality, rationality, determination, and wisdom. The winner must have extraordinary skills, and fighting in this market had imperceptibly trained his super rationality and amazing patience.
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