Chapter 0309 The Curtain Rises

Fan Baobao's idea was undoubtedly good, but unfortunately, the opponent she faced was Zhao Fusheng.

Returning to his room to maintain the navigation webpage, he cooked dinner himself, making Fan Beibei's favorite guobaorou, successfully making her cheer with joy.

Unaware that beside him, Fan Baobao's face had already turned ashen.

Fortunately, when it was time to sleep, Fan Beibei was obedient and went to bed with Fan Baobao as told; otherwise, Zhao Fusheng felt that Fan Baobao would easily fight him to the death.

Turning on the computer, Zhao Fusheng browsed some news online, occasionally cross-referencing it with memories from his previous life. As he had guessed, this world differed in many places from the one he originally came from.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng did not find any records of rogue literature on the internet, meaning that the big shot who straddled both the screenwriting and literary circles did not exist.

“Hmm, should I give it a try?”

Rubbing his chin, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment but finally shook his head gently. The reason was simple: he wasn't really a movie lover. The films he could remember were only a handful. If he had to pick a script, he might notice one that was good and could sell well, but if he had to write one himself, honestly, he couldn't guarantee that what he wrote would match the original.

After all, human memory has its limits. When Zhao Fusheng was reborn, the fairy sister might have been exercising and forgotten to add a memory plugin for him, so he didn't have a photographic memory. Of the many movies he had seen in his previous life, apart from those that left a deep impression, like *Devils on the Doorstep* or *Infernal Affairs*, which he had watched many times, he only had a vague impression of the rest.

What does a vague impression mean? It means he recognized the movie title, remembered the plot roughly, but definitely couldn't recall the specific content, and might not even remember the names of the supporting characters.

After much thought, Zhao Fusheng gave up the idea of writing a script. Without the necessary skills, he shouldn't take on the job; if he messed up, the trouble would be huge.

“As for the stock market, I can invest some funds in it.” Zhao Fusheng considered that after buying the house, he still had about 1.2 million yuan left in hand.

Originally, according to his plan, if he could really make a big profit from this wave of tech and internet stocks, his one million or so could easily turn into nearly three million.

But after thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng felt he should keep a backup plan.

Putting all eggs in one basket was still somewhat risky; it was better to be cautious.

Doing some things repeatedly and well builds internal rules, and if he could organize his own rules and teach them to others so they could also do well, then what he mastered would not just be ability, but possibly power.

The next morning, Zhao Fusheng called Tan Kaixuan.

“I figured you'd call soon.” Tan Kaixuan said with a smile, clearly waiting for Zhao Fusheng's news.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: “Looks like you can't hold out much longer either.”

“Yeah, those guys are gobbling up chips fast, and the stock market has been falling recently.” Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng. In fact, if Zhao Fusheng hadn't warned him earlier, he might have already rushed in to buy the dip.

So-called bottom fishing refers to an operational strategy where one buys when the stock price drops to its lowest point according to some valuation metric, especially after a sharp short-term decline, expecting a quick rebound. But there is no clear standard for what price is the cheapest or the bottom, which often leads to people buying at the halfway point, ending up with nothing but losses.

In his previous life, Tan Kaixuan made his fortune because he got inside information during a bottom-fishing operation, buying a stock at over five yuan, which skyrocketed to nearly thirty yuan within a year.

A full sixfold profit allowed Tan Kaixuan to start his wealth accumulation, and within a few years, he succeeded in bottom fishing repeatedly, becoming the king of bottom fishing in Shanghai.

However, good swimmers often drown, and skilled warriors often die in battle. Walking too much at night, one is bound to meet ghosts. As his status rose, Tan Kaixuan inevitably fell into a trap. In the end, his last desperate bottom-fishing attempt failed, and after a margin call, he had no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

From the moment of his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng had been instilling in Tan Kaixuan one idea: in the stock market, even if you earn a little less, don't take risks, because the former might yield lower profits but at least you make money. The latter, while offering high returns, if you get stuck, you might never get out for a lifetime.

“We can enter the market soon.” Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan was startled, then excited: “Really?”

Zhao Fusheng hummed in affirmation: “I plan to invest seven hundred thousand. What about you?”

“I have three hundred thousand on hand.” Tan Kaixuan said: “So, shall we go for it?”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: “How about this: you enter the market on February 13th, what do you think?”

“That's still half a month away, right?” Tan Kaixuan calculated the time and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Yeah, we don't have much capital, just this one shot. As for timing, you choose between the 10th and the 13th. In short, be quick, and once you're in, don't move anymore.”

The saying “Say the right words, do the right things” is inherently wrong; sometimes not speaking and not doing is the right thing.

Because often, the right words can lead to wrong results, and the right thing depends on when it's done. You can't give strong medicine to a terminally ill person, and you can't tell a madman the correct truth.

Of course, opinions may vary, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, he didn't need to restrict Tan Kaixuan's certain ideas; as long as he set a boundary, Tan Kaixuan should be able to handle the rest on his own.

Even if he couldn't handle it and lost the money, Zhao Fusheng could bear it.

In his previous life, Tan Kaixuan had helped him countless times. If losing this one million could make him understand the cruelty of the stock market, Zhao Fusheng felt it was worth it.

This was what he owed Tan Kaixuan, and Zhao Fusheng would have no complaints.

Tan Kaixuan naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning and said with a smile: “Don't worry, I've already figured it out. I'll pick a time and enter the market.”

Zhao Fusheng trusted him so much, and Tan Kaixuan was undoubtedly very happy. Trust always makes people feel good, especially the trust of a friend, which makes one feel particularly respected.