Chapter 614 Financial Times

After returning from the Savoy Hotel, the Pan-Asian Fund began a large-scale short selling, especially on London's North Sea Brent light crude oil futures, where they placed nearly $1 billion short.

However, the oil futures market, which should be **, is unexpectedly slow to respond, which means that the shadow of other financial companies is in it, and the partners of the TransAsia Fund suddenly become anxious.

To make matters worse, due to the emergence of the TransAsia Fund, the financial media have begun to pay attention to them.

The famous Financial Times sent reporters to interview.

In London, journalists are the most offended guys. They can do anything for the sake of news, and are rarely restricted by the authorities.

The famous eavesdropping cases in later generations represent the attitude of British journalists. They dare to eavesdrop on cabinet ministers, dare to eavesdrop on the Queen's residence, dare to eavesdrop on the Prime Minister's official residence... It is hard to imagine or never think about in China.

In London, it is better to imagine the arrogance and domineering of media reporters.

No British person has a good impression on such a guy who has nothing to do, from politicians to civilians, and often criticizes the media industry. The wonderful thing is that British politicians and British civilians rarely meet individual journalists who are not timid.

The same is true of local indigenous recreation.

Although she is already the president of the large-scale Global Petroleum Company, in the face of the famous reporter of the famous Financial Times, Kangle finally decided to take her to the Kangle Building for an interview.

So, BP sent two low-key Mingjue sedans, one for Kangle and one for the Financial Times, hoping to quietly enter the City without the sound of firecrackers.

The reporters and cameramen of the Financial Times seemed to have acquiesced in the low-key of recreation. Until before leaving, Diliya, a beautiful reporter with light blonde hair of the Times, suddenly got out of the door and wrote a big "FT" at the doors on both sides with spray paint.

In the City of London, the most popular newspaper is naturally the Financial Times. No one understands "FT" as fat, and Kangle's eyes were stared at that time.

If such a car is driven under the Kangle Building, isn't it equivalent to selling the Pan Asia Fund?

While asking someone to dispatch other vehicles, he looked at the other party complainingly and said, "You can't..."

"Let's go." Dilia patted the roof of the car, and the fat Mingjue rushed forward.

It doesn't work for Kangle to get on the car and chase again. He can't really direct the car.

In the Kangle Building, there is a busy scene.

Locally recruited employees and elites from other places gushed out of the corridor, like the tide in the afternoon, which was very impactful.

Dilia tied up her hair casually, greeted the cameraman, and rushed in. She couldn't get into the security door, so she interviewed passers-by in the hall.

Kangle himself arrived behind, sighed and asked the front desk, "Where is Su Dong?"

"Su Dong didn't come today." The front desk also knows him.

Kangle shrugged his shoulders at Diliya: "Su Cheng is not here."

Dilia turned her eyes and said, "Where are your futures traders? I want to interview him.

Kangle hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to the top floor."

After all, the Financial Times is different, especially now, the Internet is still just a prototype, and the paper media is experiencing the final glory. If you don't give this beautiful reporter something useful, Kangle is more worried that she will play freely.

Under the leadership of Kangle, Diliya successfully met Qi Xiao and the three main traders. Unfortunately, Qi Xiao, who supervised the transaction, was very bored and rudely drove them out.

"The largest trader in the trading room." Kangle said there was nothing he could do.

"It's understandable that they are under too much pressure." Dilia's London voice was quite good, and she said in a strong rhythm: "I just looked at it. It seems that they have collected a lot of information, which is different from the financial companies I have seen before."

"Pan-Asian funds are not traditional futures finance companies. The way they operate futures is mainly based on intelligence in the oil industry." Recreation explains casually.

"You must be very confident about your intelligence ability. Will there be a lot of pressure to hold a $1 billion short order in a heavy position?" Diliya looked around while interviewing Kangle. She is actually not very interested in the president of this British company. For the reporter of the Financial Times, there are still many opportunities to interview the boss of the oil company. On the contrary, an Asian super-rich is more in line with the impact required by news reports.

From the perspective of the British, the local tycoons in the Middle East, the local tycoons in South America or the local tycoons in China all have a lot of material to write.

Kangle blinked and asked, "How do you know that we have a $1 billion short list?"

Diliya smiled: "I have done some homework in recent days. It is not difficult to get the news about the Pan-Asian Fund now, but it is a little difficult to identify. From this point of view, the Pan-Asian Fund does hold an empty order of 1 billion US dollars?

"You have to ask Su Dong about this." Although Kangle is also the president of an experienced company, it is still a little unstoppable in front of brilliance and beautiful women.

It should be said that he really doesn't want to destroy his image.

"I'll help you ask where Su Dong is." Kangle didn't wait for Dilia to ask, and took the initiative to offer help. For the Pan-Asian Fund, an interview is also meaningful, and it will not let all kinds of news fly.

Kangle asked all the way. In less than two minutes, a fat man with dripping eyes came to him and said in Beijing English, "I know where Su Dong is."

"Where is it?" Kangle turned around and then looked at the Chinese in front of him with slightly suspicious eyes.

This guy's eyes are so thieveful.

"Are you looking for him?" The fat man smiled and didn't know that his image was slipping to the bottom.

"Of course."

"You have to take me with you."

Kangle frowned and asked, "Why?"

"I'm his friend, but this guy is more about sex than friends. He ran to find delicious food by himself and left me alone in the company. It's too boring." The fat man is Huang Ping, and he has just arrived in London for a few days.

These days, it is not so easy for Chinese people to go abroad. Not to mention the cumbersome procedures and passport procedures, they often have to be accompanied by various certificates. Huang Ping heard that Dahua Industry was in London, so he naturally wanted to play around, but Shu Lan was also in London, and Sioux City had to let it go.

Kangle's face was wrinkled, and he thought: It's normal to eat delicious food in London. No matter how bad the city is, there are always some delicious food, but after looking for so many days of delicious food... Is there really delicious food in London?

......RS