CHAPTER 890: CHAPTER 890: A HEART FULL OF ADMIRATION

"Can you really make accurate predictions?"

Quentin Donovan recalled what July Quinn had said before he added more to his position twice just now, and his pupils involuntarily dilated quite a bit.

Because every prediction July Quinn made was spot-on.

Just like earlier, when July said this stock would hit the limit down and he would be stuck in it.

The movement was exactly the same, giving him goosebumps all over.

"I don’t get it. While you were mastering the stock market, I was still playing in the dirt."

July Quinn replied dismissively, picking up the bottle of red nail polish she had just bought and started applying it.

The bright red, combined with July Quinn’s snow-white skin, created a striking contrast that drew attention irresistibly.

Quentin naturally also noticed July Quinn’s dismissive attitude.

If it was before, he wouldn’t have bothered with July. After all, she was just some wild country girl. Offending her was no big deal.

But after witnessing July’s predictions just now, how could he still believe that July was just some wild country girl?

Those flashy moves could rival any stock market genius, couldn’t they?

"So, I was just talking nonsense earlier. How on earth do you understand these stock trends, and how do you make predictions?"

Quentin was clearly eager to learn this predictive ability.

In the financial world, having such an extraordinary predictive ability could not only make one incredibly wealthy but also grant unparalleled honor, becoming the undisputed king of Wall Street.

This time, July had already painted both her hands red, casually inspecting them.

"By combining practice and experience, once you trade enough, you’ll know how to see it."

Quentin: "..."

He had been trading stocks for over a decade; how come he hadn’t developed such precise predictive skills?

He suspected that July was seriously pulling his leg, but he had no proof.

Failing to extract the secret from July, Quentin had to find another way.

"How about you tell me what to do to recoup today’s losses?"

In the previous round, he lost more than a million.

In this one, he lost several million.

Altogether, he had lost half of what he earned in the past six months. It was all for nothing.

This made Quentin deeply regret not listening to July earlier.

Perhaps noticing Quentin’s repentant attitude or maybe sympathizing with his financial loss, after July’s nail polish dried, she took Quentin’s phone directly.

Looking through the trends of a few stocks, July asked, "How much capital do you have on hand now?"

"For trading, I still have over two hundred million."

"All in this account?"

"Yes."

July quickly made some moves, investing this money into three stocks she favored.

About half an hour later, July sold one of the stocks.

Quentin witnessed with his own eyes, after July sold this stock, its price plummeted like a cliff.

Forty minutes later, July sold the other two stocks.

Similar situations happened again; although these two stocks didn’t plunge as drastically, their declines were significant.

After completing these trades, July handed the phone back to Quentin.

"Alright, I even made an extra two million for you. Consider it the reward for accompanying me shopping for most of the day."

Saying this, July began packing the things she had just unpacked, preparing to leave.

Quentin was still somewhat in disbelief. After carefully checking his account balance, he realized that not only had he not lost money today, but he had also gained an extra two million.

Instantly, Quentin’s admiration for July Quinn surged endlessly like the mighty river...