Chapter 2 — I stayed at the funeral home to study investment with the owner

How should I put it... A ghost is still busy bragging after death, so it probably isn't very fierce. I walked out of the funeral home gate with two dark circles under my eyes. In the pocket is the phone, and in the notes section is lying silently a stock code. I stood in the morning sunlight, taking a deep breath. There are two options. One is to pretend that nothing happened last night and continue working as a security guard with a salary of 4,500 yuan per month. I opened my phone and downloaded the stock app. Identity authentication. Bank card link. Account balance: 7,342.18 yuan. Online credit card debt: 8,000 yuan. I borrowed the remaining limit and added it to the amount in my account. Total: 15,342.18 yuan. All transferred to securities account. My finger hovered over the “Buy” button. 【Ha Vien, are you crazy?】 【Listen to ghosts to bet on stocks?】 【What if I lose money?】 I thought for a while. So I had nothing left to lose. Monday morning, nine thirty, the market opens. Code 002731 opened at 12.38 yuan. I squatted on the toilet in the cramped motel room, eyes glued to the phone screen. Palms are sweaty. 9 hours 31 minutes, 12.40 yuan. 9 hours 32 minutes, 12.45 yuan. 9 hours 35 minutes, 12.88 yuan. It has increased. It's really increasing. 9 hours 42 minutes, 13.02 yuan. 9 hours 58 minutes— 13.62 yuan, board locked. The two red words "Sang Tran" stabbed straight into my eyes. I jumped off the toilet. But squatting for too long makes my legs numb.

With a "bang" sound, I knelt down on the tile floor.

Knees hurt. But I didn't bother to pay attention. I stared at the number in the account— Holding profit: +1,516 yuan. Earned 1,500 yuan. That amount of money is equivalent to ten days of work at a funeral home. I knelt on the bathroom floor, clasped my hands, and bowed three times toward the funeral home.

"General Manager Truong, thank you. Tonight I will burn a stick of incense for you."

Tuesday, continued to increase to the ceiling. Wednesday, third bare tree. From 15,000 yuan, my account jumped to more than 20,000 yuan. What General Director Truong said about "three sessions of ceiling increase" is indeed not a deviation. The moment the third ceiling tree opened, I sold out everything. Money in account: 20,467.92 yuan. Net profit more than 5,000 yuan. Not so much. But this is the first time in my twenty-four years of life that I have earned money through my "brain". Even though that head… is not mine after all. It belongs to General Manager Truong. When I go to work at night, I bring two boxes of snacks and a bottle of white wine. Mr. Luu saw me walk in carrying wine and his eyes widened.

“Tieu Ha, have you made a fortune?”

"Nothing, just wanted to reward myself. Mr. Luu, do you want a drink?"

“You're on night duty and you're drinking?”

“I remember last time you brought plum wine.”

Mr. Liu coughed loudly.

"It's different. That's a functional food. Go away, I won't drink with you kids."

The mouth says so. Ten minutes later, he came over holding a porcelain cup.

"Come on, pour a glass. Just a little, enjoy the taste."

After two drinks, Mr. Luu returned to his room to sleep again. I finished cleaning the table, picked up the unopened box of snacks, and walked towards the freezer room. When I pushed the door open, my palms were still a little sweaty. But my steps were much steadier than the first night. Any ghost that helps me make money, to me is the god of wealth. I put the box of snacks down in front of freezer number 3 and poured another glass of white wine put it next to it. Then take two steps back, cross your arms across your chest, and clear your throat.

“General Manager Truong, Uncle Wang, good evening.”

The freezer room was silent for three seconds. It was the voice of General Manager Truong.

"Old King, did you hear that? That little guard is talking to us!"

Mr. Vuong's voice also filled with fear:

“It… it heard us?”

I nodded. Then I remembered they couldn't see me.

“Sounds good.” I replied. “I heard it from the first day.”

There was a silence that lasted ten seconds. Finally, General Manager Truong spoke, his voice shaking slightly.

“Miss, that code is 002731… have you bought it yet?”

"Bought it. Earned more than 5,000 yuan."

“There are more than 5,000?!”

His voice immediately turned from trembling to heartbroken.

“How much capital did you deposit?”

“15,000 yuan.”

"15,000?! You all in and only got 15,000?"

“I used up all my savings plus my online loan limit to get that much…”

General Manager Truong was silent for a moment.

"Girl, just follow me closely from now on. Your capital is really at fault for my twenty years of market feeling."

Next to him, Mr. Vuong slowly interjected:

“Old Truong, you have been playing stocks for twenty years…how much did you lose in total?”

“…That was before.”

I squatted in front of the freezer, held back my laughter until my shoulders were shaking, and conveniently poured a round of wine on the ground.

“General Manager Truong, I would like to pay you a glass.”

"Stop it. As soon as you smell the wine, you can tell it's mixed with alcohol. Change me the bottle of Maotai."

“General Manager Zhang, my monthly salary is only 4,500 yuan.”

"...Okay. I'll accept it for now."

That night, I sat in the freezing room for two hours. Talking to two dead people about life, ideals, investment and nutrition. When I left, I closed the door and stood in the hallway for a long time. The corners of the lips almost stretch to the ears. God has closed three hundred and seven doors before me. But in the freezer of the funeral home... Open a window for me again. Although this window... the negative energy is a bit heavy.