Lin Ming's thoughts
Lin Ming's trading room was like a battlefield, with orders falling like snowflakes.
On his trading desk, rows of K-line charts and various indicator lines intertwined, forming a breathtaking picture.
Lin Ming continuously placed orders, buying for a while and selling for a while, the orders fluttering down like snowflakes.
These were not just countless orders, but his lifeline; a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.
Everyone in the capital market yearns for a massive profit, to strike it rich overnight, and then live a life free from worry.
However, reality is always cruel, and most people are failures in this market.
Lin Ming dealt with these trading orders every day.
He had long grown accustomed to this life, and had long grown accustomed to loneliness and pressure. He looked at the K-line charts on the computer screen, those undulating curves that perfectly resembled the ups and downs of life.
He watched the indicator lines intertwining on the chart, as if it were a true reflection of his life and work.
Manager Tan looked at him, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He asked, "Why are you doing this?"
Lin Ming looked up at Manager Tan, his eyes firm.
He replied, "I use a large volume of buy and sell orders to dazzle retail investors, thereby concealing my true intentions."
Manager Tan seemed puzzled, "What's the benefit of doing this?"
"When they are confused by my buy and sell orders, they can't see my real intentions. This way, I can better control the market and achieve my goals," Lin Ming explained.
"Can you explain that more clearly?" Manager Tan's eyes held a hint of confusion.
Lin Ming nodded. He knew he needed to give his respected boss a satisfactory answer.
So he began to explain, his voice clear and firm.
"Retail investors don't know my true intentions; they can only see my public actions. This way, I can better control the market."
Manager Tan remained silent for a long time after hearing this, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
He looked at Lin Ming as if he were looking at a stranger.
"You're doing this to conceal your true intentions," Manager Tan repeated, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Lin Ming said nothing, just quietly looked at Manager Tan.
He knew he had to do this; it was the only way he could protect himself.
Manager Tan sighed deeply, then stood up and walked to the window.
His figure disappeared by the window, leaving only the night outside and the silent office.
Lin Ming knew what Manager Tan was thinking: was he trustworthy? Was he really just doing this to conceal his true intentions?
He knew he needed to give Manager Tan an explanation, but he also understood that some things cannot be expressed in words.
Manager Tan fell silent, looking at Lin Ming, a complex feeling surging in his heart.
He knew Lin Ming was a smart person, but was this cleverness excessive? Did he truly understand what he was doing?
Lin Ming didn't stop. His fingers danced on