Under the Dog-Beating Staff, a Single Spark Starts a Prairie Fire

2007/7/23 15:25:57

Sorry, I've been really too busy these past two days — no new posts. Taking advantage of the market close to say a few words. Actually, today's market action has nothing worth discussing. Over the weekend, this ID already clearly stated here: beat the drowning dogs mercilessly. Didn't some people with dog-like thinking say there would be a gap-down opening? Didn't they say there would be a chance to cover? Of course, this ID respects that kind of thinking. But according to this ID's philosophy of beating drowning dogs — there was no gap-down, and no chance to cover. Want to cover? Then carry the sedan chair!

Of course, what's being discussed here are those who, below 3600 points, savagely dumped stocks like Sinopec to try to kill the bulls and lick the boots of their foreign masters. This battle was broadcast live here in real time, just like the one before and after Chinese New Year. In the end, under a flurry of the dog-beating staff, a single spark starts a prairie fire. When this ID opened the battle, I already said: this ID only lights the fire — this ID doesn't serve as the People's Liberation Army. But once the sparks become a prairie fire, the PLA will naturally arrive. Well, this ID has done what needed to be done. Hereafter, let's see how much grass there is to burn. For the bulls, they now have complete freedom to advance or retreat. As for this ID — withdrawing into the white clouds, looking back at the great river — the fire-lighting task is done. Whoever wants to carry the torch, go right ahead.

Technically, the 1/2 line of the 4159-point level will determine the entire medium-term trend.

Since the battle in the secondary market has stabilized, this ID will spend more time preparing for a greater war. The significance of this war lies in ensuring that the Chinese people forever remain the masters of China's capital markets — and this cannot be achieved solely from the secondary market. Alright, business calls. Heading off now. Let me close with an old seven-character regulated verse—

Local scenery, local wandering

Neither tainted nor pure, each detail appears

With passion, heaven and earth are all splendid

Chasing dreams through Eroica, ever free

Same rise and fall, a thousand different dramas

These years bring that kind of sorrow

Leaning on sword in the vast sky, parting clouds with a roar

Dissolving into heaven and earth, a stream of jade water