Chapter 615 Doubts

Listening to the dialogue between Kangle and Xiaopang, Di Liya's eyes lit up and asked, "You have no problem with you. Are you familiar with Su Dong?"

"Of course, he is quite familiar. He is still my master." Xiao Pang looked at the professional dress like a close-fitting dress and the light golden hair. He felt that his little heart had also been scratched and couldn't help talking more.

Diliya is secretly happy. Whether it is paper media or TV media, she likes to understand the story behind the characters. She immediately said affectionately, "That's great. Let's go there now. Can I ask you questions on the way?"

"No problem." Xiao Pang smiled and his chin trembled.

"What's wrong?" Another door in the corridor opened, but Qin Yun came out with glasses on.

Xiao Pang's face suddenly changed, and he showed justice in an instant. He said in Chinese, "This is not a foreign reporter who inquired about Su Dong's news, and then wants to see our photos together. I said it's no problem. It's not that we can't see people. Just look at the photos."

Qin Yun glanced at Dilia and found that she was a beautiful young female reporter. She grabbed Xiao Pang's face without hesitation and said, "Do you want to be so enthusiastic? Ask another old man, will you show him the photos?

"I'm not a ghost for a moment... It hurts, it hurts..." Xiao Pang was held straight by Qin Yun's tough woman's hand and said repeatedly, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it. Let's just think we haven't seen her."

Qin Yun "hummed" and let go of his ear and said, "You can't be rude."

After saying that, she turned her head and talked to Dilia.

Xiao Pang was secretly worried. He stood behind Qin Yun and looked at Dilia with an infady expression.

The female reporter of the Times laughed secretly and thought: Asian men are no different from those in Europe.

However, she didn't come to help people have conflicts today, and she didn't continue with the photos or something. As soon as she turned around, she inquired about the news of Su Cheng.

Qin Yun skeptically aimed at Xiao Pang, but the topic was still biased by the female reporter.

A few hours later, two cars with the huge letters "ft" saw Su City on a path in the Financial City.

"Grilled ribs, do you want to eat them?" Su Cheng grabbed a pork rib in one hand, and his mouth was full of oil.

The female reporter saw it well. Even if it was a serious financial newspaper, there should be some serious jokes, so she asked the photographer to shoot. Unexpectedly, two bodyguard-shaped people appeared at the door, blocking the position without any gap.

"I'm a reporter from the Financial Times." Dilia immediately identified himself.

Two Azerbaijani bodyguards shook their hands at the photographer and signaled that Dilia could enter.

The photographer frowned and said in a rigid London accent, "I have the right to shoot."

Kangle retorted: "The other party also has the right not to accept your shooting, reporter Dilia. If you want to continue the interview, please follow the wishes of the interviewee."

Of course, he wants to speak from the standpoint of Su Cheng.

The photographer stared at his eyes and was afraid of the strong bodyguard, and he was at a loss.

Su Cheng didn't care about them and shouted, "Let Huang Ping come in first."

Xiao Pang smiled and squeezed into the store. While wiping his hands with the square towel on the table, he stared at the ribs and said, "I thought Master, how far you ran. In such a close place, just say hello, and I won't come over."

"Aren't you coming here? How did you find me?" Su Cheng continued to bite carelessly. Shu Lan sat opposite him and cut the ribs with a knife and fork, which was faster than Su Cheng.

"The master has a good appetite. I'll pour you a drink." The little fat dog ran forward, added wine to Shu Lan's glass, and then turned around and smiled at Su Cheng and said, "You don't have to report it to the office after a period of time, otherwise you can't find it..."

Su Cheng said "Oh" and nodded, "Ok, sit down and eat. Boss, another plate of meat."

The owner of the shop is an Irishman. He answered loudly and began to divide the steak in the kitchen.

Di Liya comforted the cameraman, walked into the store, smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, Chairman Sucheng. I'm Di Liya, a reporter from the Financial Times. I want to interview you, okay?"

"What do you want to interview?" Su Cheng didn't wipe the greasy hands.

"I think many readers are interested in knowing about the short-selling behavior of Pan-Asian funds in the crude oil market."

"The news of the Pan-Asian Fund?" Su Cheng raised his head with a smile, and the corners of his mouth were covered with black pepper.

Diliya is a woman with a slight cleanliness fetish, but she can only pretend to be invisible. She bowed her head and said, "Yes, what does Su Dong think of the trend of the oil market? What will happen next to the empty orders held by heavy positions?

Su Cheng ate all the ribs in his hand, wiped his mouth with his own square scarf, and said, "We will either wait for the crude oil price to fall and close the position, or we will send the crude oil to the delivery warehouse."

"But the empty order you hold seems to exceed the crude oil production of Dahua Industry, that is to say, Dahua Industry must close part of the position. Am I right?" Diliya is not only beautiful. Her understanding of the financial industry is the biggest basis. After a little calculation, she continued: "For all the $1 billion empty orders need to be delivered to the delivery depot with 50 million barrels of crude oil. Whether it is the Sertan oil field or the Azijiu oil field under development, it probably can't be in the short Such a large amount of crude oil is provided. Therefore, closing at least part of the position is a choice that the Pan-Asia Fund must make.

50 million barrels of crude oil is a quarter of the production capacity of Shengli Oilfield. If it is to be delivered, the ship alone must be prepared. It is really not an easy goal to achieve.

Kangle also looked at Su City.

He calmly twisted up a rib and said, "Deal or close the position, Pan Asia will ** choose."

"Is it Dahua Industry... Well, the Pan Asia Fund still controls part of China's crude oil production capacity?" The female reporter instantly thought of a better news theme.

Su Cheng smiled without saying anything and continued to eat ribs.

According to the agreement, the oil storage equipment of the China-Kazakhstan oil pipeline is indeed attributed to Sucheng. If the control of part of the pipeline is added, he can indeed get crude oil production capacity from China.

However, this part of crude oil cannot simply be used for futures delivery. In fact, due to China's increasing demand for crude oil, China itself is a pure importer of crude oil. It is not economical to export crude oil at all, so it is better to forcibly close the position.

Dilia developed a rich association. Seeing that Su Cheng was not interested in the interview, she simply turned her goal to Shulan.

She is a very talkative woman. Coupled with the information that she once studied Shulan, the atmosphere in the store quickly became warm.

Su Cheng and Huang Ping ate meat indifferently. Only the president of Kangle sat next to them nervously, afraid that Shu Lan would reveal any secrets.

While chatting, the cameraman began to drill into the small shop again, and shouted in the cracks of the two bodyguards: "The newspaper phone, the market has changed."

"What's going on?" Dilia ran over at once.

The cameraman whispered, "The TransAsia Fund once again bought $100 million short crude oil."

"Purchase again?" Diliya was shocked. After asking clearly, she turned around and looked at Su Cheng and asked, "Are you really the chairman of Su Cheng?"

"Of course."

"Then why did the Pan-Asian Fund just buy $100 million short crude oil? Without your permission?"

Su Cheng curled his lips and said, "So, I'm not in charge of the Pan Asia Fund. I'm just an investor."

"Then who is deciding."

Su Cheng laughed and said nothing. He is naturally in charge of the Pan-Asian Fund. However, continuous short-selling is an established decision, but he doesn't have to do everything.

Diliya thought about it, and Kangle frowned and asked softly, "Are you really shorting another $100 million?"

"Yes." Dilia said first, and Su Cheng nodded slowly.

Kangle coughed twice and hesitated, "This is indeed Su Dong's decision, isn't it?"

Su Cheng nodded again.

He whispered, "I don't seem to have received a message either."

"Isn't the resolution to build a warehouse passed?" The seven-member committee should at least inform others of the decision.

Kangle shook his head and said, "I thought 1 billion dollars was the preparation for building a warehouse."

"So what are we going to do with so much money?" Su Cheng asked a rhetorical question.

Kangle was speechless and said a moment later, "No, I don't agree with the large-scale construction of warehouses before the general trend you explained appears."

"This is a decision that has been passed."

Kangle thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I ask for a new committee meeting."

"Call people from several countries to London?"

"It can also be held in other cities. Anyway, in the current situation, it is a lot to continue to build warehouses to 1.1 billion US dollars. I ask for a postponement of investment in this regard." Kangle has always been a cautious person. Unlike Su Cheng's caution, he is more withdrawn and conservative.

Dilia's eyes flashed with stars, and she shouted: It's going to be infighting, it's going to be infighting, it's great!

She can't wait to take out her notebook to write a press release.

Su Cheng was also a little surprised by the fierce attitude of Kangle. He put down his hand and said seriously, "If you don't build a position, the profit is low, there is no need to do it at all. Well, A Er, send Miss Dilia out."

The last sentence is his new Russian. The bite is not very clear, but it is enough for the bodyguard of Azerbaijan to understand.

Dilia, who was standing in her ear, was picked out by the rude bodyguard.

In the room, the discussion between Su Cheng and Kangle is getting more and more intense.

This is the first conflict that has broken out since the establishment of the Pan-Asian Fund.

A month's investment without seeing the harvest is a great psychological pressure on everyone. Su Cheng is used to this kind of pressure, and the happiness of the rich five or six generations is not certain.

He would rather make less money and hope that the funds would be safe, but because he is in the oil industry, it is difficult to withstand **.

Joining the Pan-Asian Fund is a leap for BP Global Petroleum, which means that it is really possible for them to global. And this premise is that you won't lose money.

Not long after, Su Cheng noticed the British's insistence and finally agreed, "Then convene a committee."

"You will stop building warehouses before the super oil field appeared, right?"

"I will explain the situation." Naturally, Su Cheng will not agree. There is no impermeable wall in the world. Once it proves the emergence of the super oil field, even if it is tried to hide it, the time is not enough to empty most of the funds.

Kangle left the shop like an old gentleman.

Xiao Pang thought for a long time, and then figured out what was going on under Qin Yun's explanation. He spit on Kangle's back and said, "It's okay. At worst, let him quit. I'll make up the money?"

"How much can you have?" Su Cheng shook his hand.

Xiao Pang said unconvincedly, "Don't say it. I can't take out more than a billion dollars. It's easy to say more than a dozen yuan."

Qin Yun said doubtfully, "Didn't you have more than 600 million yuan in the last account?"

The little fat leg trembled: "Haha, ha, ha, right? Really..."

......(To be continued.) RT