Chapter 646 General

19:10.

There are still 20 minutes before the manual market closes.

Everyone in the crude oil futures exchange is under tension and pressure. The reporter's typing movements became gentle.

There is only one person holding a taco, as if he were traveling.

The so-called everyone is busy with me, only Comrade Xiaopang.

Xiao Pang really doesn't know what happened or what is about to happen. As a young generation in China, a successful person who has become a billionaire without effort, Comrade Xiaopang will not let complex futures trading consume his brain cells. He looked around curiously like a tourist, and then asked Qin Yun, "Wife, is anyone painting?"

"Tay more details." Although Qin Yun is an elite rich and beautiful, he has no longer tried to understand Comrade Xiaopang's jumping thinking.

Xiao Pang took a bite of the taco and said vaguely, "Master, you haven't been motionless for more than an hour. If it hadn't been a portrait, why would he be a sculpture model?"

This is the triple jump level.

Qin Yun patted her forehead and said, "Your master is thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Pang took another bite of the tacos.

"Today is the key, of course you have to think about it."

"You also said it was the key two days ago." Xiao Pang doesn't care.

Qin Yun stagnated and immediately said curiously, "Do you know that you made money?"

"Know..." Xiao Pang's long voice said proudly, "In my experience, following the master, you can make money without thinking about anything, so he makes money. I make money. Let me tell you, the master eats a large piece of meat, and the soup he gives is better than the oil given by others. Like slow stewed beef, all floating on it is the thickest and thickest juice..."

"Then you drank it all?"

"Master, it's natural for a meat apprentice to drink soup. Besides, I'll just take a sip."

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes like a cat: "Do you know how much you have earned in this small bite?"

"That... must be a lot." Xiao Pang chewed off the third bite contentedly, and a taco with a palm of his hand disappeared.

This shows that his palm is shorter than that of ordinary people.

Qin Yun stared at Xiao Pang like a mouse for a long time, and then his mind jumped. He said angrily, "If you dare to spend a lot of time outside and play tricks, I will let you go out of the house!"

Xiao Pang was slightly shocked, and then said with a higher jump, "My money is your money. You don't have to find another woman to seduce me."

If Qin Yun's thinking jump is at the athlete level, Xiao Pang's thinking jump is at the goat level.

Qin Yun smiled, covered his tiger teeth, and said slowly, "Don't need other women, take out a first aid kit. Give me three minutes, and I can bandage your wound.

Xiao Pang was shocked: "Are you going out of the house? This is pure entry into the palace... Forget it, let's talk well. How much did Master help me earn?

"Shit luck!" Qin Yun commented first and said, "Your money is counted together with Aliyev's money, 200% of the profit, making..."

"200 million US dollars?" Xiao Pang is ahead this time.

Qin Yun flattened his mouth: "It's almost the same. Now you know what Su Dong is doing, right? Sit down obediently. If they make a decision now, they can give you 10 million more. 10 million less."

"That must be 10 million more." Xiao Pang said two times. He said happily, "When I invested money, no one was willing to invest. If I think I'm going to lose money, I think of it as throwing the money into the water. As a result... look. It's only a few days, and I've earned twice as much... I think..."

"What do you think?"

"I think... I'm the protagonist." Xiao Pang looked up proudly.

"What did you say?" Qin Yun didn't hear the last sentence at all.

Xiao Pang turned his head and took a look. Su Cheng stood up.

"Let the baldness buy in public. Slow down, but don't be too slow." Su Cheng gave the order directly in English.

The informant did not hesitate to inform that he did not have the right to question, and the situation of the exchange racing against time was not allowed to hesitate.

Qin Yun frowned in surprise, shook off Xiao Pang, and went up to remind Qi Xiao.

In fact, there is no need for her to remind him. Qi Xiao has gone up to remind Su Cheng. However, he bypassed others and asked Su Cheng in a low voice, "Will this alert them?"

"They should have woken up a long time ago. Now it's time to scare them. It's up to them whether to throw it or not."

Now, Su Cheng naturally hopes to see more and more orders selling, instead of blocking them in the door like a few days ago. After all, this is the real lowest price.

However, many gentlemen are not sure.

They have determined the lowest price many times. At $18.12, they thought that the oil price could never fall to $17. At $16, they thought that the oil price could never fall to $15. At $15, no one believed that the oil price would enter the $14 short. Between.

In the end, crude oil reached the range of $14 a barrel.

No one has made it clear whether

will enter the $13 range.

Sucheng can wait, let the members suffer by themselves, and then decide. Some people will close their positions in advance, and some people will delay closing their positions, which is also the safest way for pan-Asian funds.

From the bottom of his heart, Su Cheng is more willing to take the initiative.

This is also because his current situation is relatively good, and some of him has the power to put pressure on the opposite side.

Qi Xiao nodded silently, and his eyes also condensed.

Time is running out, and now there are many people in a hurry.

19:12.

Milton the baldness got the instructions, thought for a moment, and immediately became happy.

For executive traders, making money is a pleasure, and it is also a pleasure to make others depressed.

After brewing for two seconds, Comrade Baldge shouted in the highest tone of his life, "Buy, 1000 hands."

To this extent of crude oil futures speculation, everyone is looking forward and backward, entering 100,000 barrels of crude oil at a time, which is not less.

The traders next to

habitually look over and calculate the size of pan-Asian funds in their minds.

Then, it was found that the bald's hand was collected in.

"This is a buy!" The trader muttered to himself, and then his eyes widened.

The traders of Sumitomo Trading Company were also stunned.

Next, the trading pool has become quiet.

In this multi-air war, many parties do not stop at changing.

Sumitomo Trading Company, Industrial Bank, as well as the fleeting Citigroup, and Enron, which has been here twice, etc., but the empty side is actually a pan-Asian fund composed of seven companies.

In a few days, the pan-Asian fund, once regarded as an outsider by traders, seemed to have become an eternal existence.

And when the Pan-Asian Fund ended the short selling and began to buy, this was undoubtedly the biggest event in the exchange.

Michio Matsumoto delayed for dozens of seconds and saw this scene.

In his mind, a word hung out of an instant: General.

"Minister, what should I do?" The junior and intermediate traders of Sumitomo Trading Co., Ltd. are also anxious.

There are countless thoughts in Matsumoto's mind.

But in the current situation, the conclusion is not so much a decision, but a guess.

However, there is a saying that the worst decision is better than not making a decision.

In the futures market, there is still an intersection between this sentence and the truth.

Matsumoto must and can only make a decision.

"Let's close the position." Matsumoto's tone is heavy.

"Minister!" Several traders shouted out.. The closing of the position means selling all the multiple orders, and the loss is no longer a book loss.

Matsumoto reached out and stopped them from shouting and said, "Do it."

In his heart, he has begun to think about how to shirk the responsibility to Hirano. Everything on the London International Futures Exchange has nothing to do with him and Sumitomo.

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