Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 707: Strange Servant

As long as he continues to follow the carefully planned plan and advances steadily step by step, in this stock war that is as fierce as a battlefield, full of opportunities and challenges, and where stock price fluctuations are like booming artillery fire, the dawn of victory will surely shine on him without a doubt.

Time flies by, and in just a moment of trance, the morning trading session is coming to an end.

From the moment the opening bell rang, He Yuzhu has been sitting in the corner of the trading hall, his eyes fixed on the blackboard, but the mouse in his hand has never moved.

During these long yet short few hours, He Yuzhu was like a calm statue, remaining motionless and not making any trading operations.

He knows very well that in this ever-changing financial market, patience is often more important than blind action.

The market at this moment is like a tilted balance. Sell orders are like a surging tide, one wave after another, sweeping the entire market, while the buying situation seems extremely bleak.

On the big blackboard, green numbers kept flashing, as if silently announcing the market downturn.

A closer look reveals that the purchases in the transaction details are almost all sporadic transactions of a few hundred shares. In the vast trading market, this is like an extremely thin trickle in the vast desert that may dry up at any time. It is too weak to gather into an influential scale.

In stark contrast, sell orders often amounted to thousands or even tens of thousands of shares, like a flood bursting through a dam, relentlessly assaulting the market's defenses. He Yuzhu frowned slightly, wondering how long this market situation would last.

When the bell for closing the market rang crisply, the sound seemed like a signal of relief for tense nerves, instantly relaxing the atmosphere in the entire trading hall.

He Yuzhu and his companions, who had previously seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, now breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, like springs that had been released.

Their tense backs slowly relaxed and they stood up, their movements showing a hint of fatigue and relief.

He Yuzhu raised his hand to rub his eyes, which were sore from staring at the blackboard for a long time. He and his companion looked at each other and walked out of the trading hall together without saying a word.

At this moment, the doors of the other small rooms in the trading hall were pushed open one after another. Stock investors emerged one after another, their expressions like a picture of all kinds of people, each with their own unique expressions.

Some were beaming with excitement, their steps brisk, as if they had just reaped rich rewards in the market and returned home with a bang.

Some of them looked solemn, with furrowed brows and a look of loss and unwillingness in their eyes. They were obviously not satisfied with the market conditions of the day and were still struggling with the gains and losses of their investments.

These people were like a swarm of disturbed bees, each with their own complex emotions and unclear plans, rushing towards the elevator eagerly.

For a moment, the sounds of chaotic footsteps, heated conversations, and occasional sighs intertwined and echoed in the trading hall.

When He Yuzhu and his companions finally arrived at the elevator, they found that it was already packed with people.

The crowd was packed densely, layer upon layer, just like sardines in a can. People were pressed tightly together, and there was hardly any space to breathe.

Some people stood on tiptoe, trying to see if the elevator was coming; others kept complaining about the crowded situation.

He Yuzhu looked at the elevator door that seemed to be deformed by the squeezing, frowned helplessly, and wondered whether he should take the stairs instead.

He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were helpless and were forced to stand on the edge of the crowd, standing on tiptoe and craning their necks to look, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed elevator door, as if they wanted to burn through it with their gaze.

Time seemed to be wound up in slow motion, each second stretched to infinity, seeming incredibly long. The elevator, as if frightened by the surging crowd, hid deep in the shaft, refusing to emerge.

Among the people around, the impatient stomping of feet, the low-pitched complaints, and the ringing of telephones one after another intertwined into a noisy melody.

Finally, after a long and agonizing wait, the elevator door made a dull creaking sound and slowly opened.

In an instant, the people inside rushed out like a flood that broke through the dam, carrying with them a hot breath, and couldn't wait to pour out.

The people outside rushed forward recklessly, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey. Some held their briefcases high and pushed forward, while others were squeezed to the ground but still gritted their teeth and persevered. The scene was chaotic, like a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder.

He Yuzhu frowned as he looked at the scene before him, secretly complaining, "This isn't an exchange, it's simply a giant steamer. People are practically being squeezed into meat patties!"

Chen Jiapei also sighed: "Boss, what should we do? When can we go in?" The voices of the two were quickly drowned out by the noisy crowd, seeming so small and powerless.

Caught in this chaotic crowd, Chen Jiapei and He Yuzhu had no power to resist and were pushed into the elevator involuntarily.

The elevator was already narrow and cramped with very limited space, and now it was packed like a can of sardines.

In this crowded environment, it was a luxury for the two of them to even stand firmly on their feet, their bodies uncontrollably pressed tightly together.

Chen Jiapei's whole body was tightly pressed against He Yuzhu's. She could clearly feel the temperature emanating from his body. The warmth seemed to carry a trace of electric current, which quickly passed through the thin clothes, causing her heart to suddenly stir with a strange ripple she had never felt before.

Not only that, she could even keenly feel He Yuzhu's strong heartbeat, beat after beat, with a clear rhythm, as if it was echoing with her heartbeat, playing a different rhythm in this noisy and crowded elevator.

She has a graceful figure, and the slim-fitting suit fits her body tightly, outlining her beautiful figure to the fullest.

The pair of round and full breasts on her chest, like "headlights", trembled slightly due to the pressure of the people around her, as if expressing her unspeakable shyness.

She could clearly feel the strange soft touch. In an instant, a trace of panic surged into her heart, and a burning heat quickly climbed up her cheeks, making her face flush like the sunset.

Her waist is as slender as a willow swaying in the spring wind, and it is so graceful that it can be held in one hand.

In this crowded elevator, every time she tried to adjust her posture to ease this awkward yet intimate contact, she found that all her efforts were in vain.