Zhang Chongan shook his head, grabbed his phone, and dialed a number, his expression tense.
The woman with wavy hair chimed in, "Manager Zhang's a legend at this exchange. They say he's never let a client lose money. I'm shorting japonica rice too!"
The elderly man clutching his thermos sighed. "Same here. Shorting as well."
Moments later, Su Qingyi returned with the transaction receipt. Her hands trembled as she processed the numbers: **50.4 million yuan** with **10x leverage** ballooned to over **504 million yuan**. A single percentage point swing meant gains or losses in the millions. She'd never dealt with such sums before.
It was **9:14 AM**. Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, humming a Jay Chou tune under his breath:
*"Sparrows on the wire, chattering outside…"*
Su Qingyi stared at him, baffled. How could he remain so calm with half a billion yuan riding on volatile rice futures? His composure alone outclassed every trader in the room.
"Jiang Han, are you *sure* about this?" she pressed, handing him a copy of **Shanghai Financial News**.
The headline warned: *"Prudent Investors Advised to Avoid Japonica Rice Today."*
Jiang Han glanced at the paper, then casually tossed it under his seat. "Useful for cushioning. Feels stiff."
Su Qingyi frowned. "What if you lose everything? What about your company?"
He smirked. "Worried I'll skip town without paying you?"
"Exactly! Your startup could collapse before it even—"
Her words died as she glanced at the screen. "Jiang Han! Look!"
The japonica rice price was skyrocketing:
- **+0.25%**
- **+1.33%**
- **+2.6%**
The crowd erupted.
"Holy hell! It's soaring!"
"The 'experts' said it'd drop! Liars!"
"Tenfold leverage—I'm up thousands already!"
Su Qingyi's jaw dropped. The numbers kept climbing:
- **+3.88%**
- **+4.51%**
- **+5.3%**
- **+6.2%**
In under 30 minutes, japonica rice had surged **6.2%**.
She stared at Jiang Han, mentally calculating: **50.4 million yuan** with **10x leverage** meant a profit of over **31 million yuan** after fees.
"You just made **31 million**! How are you so… *calm*?!"
Jiang Han shrugged. "Petty cash for a high roller."
"Stop acting!" She laughed incredulously. "Even Warren Buffett couldn't pull this off!"
"Close the position," he ordered.
Su Qingyi froze. "It's still rising! Why sell now?"
"Just a hunch."
"A *hunch*?!"
Before she could argue, Zhang Chongan sprinted over, hoisting Jiang Han off his chair. "You genius! **6.2%** in minutes!"
The crowd buzzed:
"Who *is* that guy? He must've made millions!"
"Manager Zhang's never this excited! It's gotta be life-changing money!"
Jiang Han wriggled free, deadpan. "Act your age, Zhang."
Red-faced, Zhang Chongan whispered, "How'd you know? Your capital's over **80 million yuan** now!"
"Luck," Jiang Han replied, glancing at Su Qingyi's finalized documents.
**Net Profit: 31.46 million yuan**
**Total Funds: 81.86 million yuan**
Zhang Chongan gaped at the figures. "Why sell when the trend's still up?!"
Jiang Han smirked. "Greed buries gamblers. Today's win is enough."