"Haha, I don't know if you are talented or not, but I have seen how shameless you are!

Don’t be afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. Do you know how many people have been doing futures for more than ten or twenty years and still haven’t fully understood it?”

"Uncle Chen, if the results of futures trading were directly proportional to the accumulation of trading time, would you still be interested in this thing?

High degree of randomness is the essence of the futures market and its charm."

"Well, that's true. I think you summed it up well.

And it is true that many times it is boring to just talk about the market. You have your opinion, and I have mine. There is no result in the argument in the end, and no one can convince anyone anyway. Not to mention the kind of people who are right about the market but lose money.

Money situations also happen frequently, which shows that the so-called accurate reading of the market may not necessarily lead to real money making."

After saying that, Chen Degui looked at the time, and it was almost 5:30 before he knew it.

"Lin Qi, let's have dinner together tonight? I'll call Zhi'an and Wang Qiang later, and you can tell us some of your experiences. Maybe it's time for us old antiques to change our minds."

"But it depends on Uncle Chen's arrangement."

Lin Qi felt that after this afternoon's farce, the distance between him and Chen Degui had actually become much closer.

At least now when Chen Degui talks to him, he will appear more casual and candid, instead of being pretentious and always testing like he always did.

Lynch thinks this is good, as equal dialogue status is conducive to smooth communication.

Sure enough, God always favors those with connections.
Chapter completed!