After achieving his goal, Zhang Jing ended the house viewing, returned to Kanfen Farm, and turned on the silent mode.
Because the stock of "Game Translation Station" has been repeatedly and maliciously shorted by large short-selling institutions for a long time to make money, and a large amount of liquidity is released every day, Yunique and Greens, who uses a pseudonym, quietly buy put options and stocks that continue to fall every day.
Purchasing put options helps short-selling institutions jointly suppress the stock price. Doing so will cause the purchased stocks to lose money immediately. The advantage is that the options will not lose money.
When there are enough stocks in hand, or when they are discovered by a large institution, they can buy call options backhand. As long as they buy call options worth 100,000 yuan, the brokerage will be forced to buy 50,000 circulating shares.
It is foreseeable that the game translation station's stock will soar by then.
This is a long process that requires patience. The actual work content is not much, but it brings many people together and cannot leave, so everyone is forced to find things to do for themselves.
Either they get together to drink and chat, or they chat and play cards, and some people are studying.
Yunique and Greens are patching up this plan.
Barbie was paying bills alone under a clean broken wall. Zhang Jing walked up to the woman, interrupted her thinking and asked, "How much has been spent now?"
Looking up at Zhang Jing, Barbie rubbed her forehead, "For three consecutive days, I spent a total of 150,000 yuan on the put options of Game Translation Station. As of now, I have purchased 200,000 shares of Game Translation Station stock, with an average price of 8.5 yuan per share. A total of 1.7 million yuan was spent.”
Zhang Jing nodded, these costs are not much, it can be seen that Yunique and Greens are very careful.
Without disturbing Barbie, he noticed that 14-year-old Madim and 14-year-old Cairo girl Zainab were doing homework under a canopy tent not far away. Zhang Jing walked over quietly.
As someone who has experienced this, Zhang Jing keenly discovered that the two of them actually had... a little bit of puppy love?
Only then did Zhang Jing remember that they were the same age and in the same class. They went to school and finished school together every day. It was not surprising that they had a good impression of each other.
However, Zhang Jing didn't allow this. He just beat the mandarin ducks and said, "Let me see how you did your homework."
The boy and girl were in love, but they were frightened by a certain bad guy, and they quickly sat upright.
Zhang Jing took away the math homework book of Mattim, a big boy with a mushroom head and many freckles on his face. It didn't matter if he didn't read it. When he saw it, he exploded and asked angrily: "One-half plus one-half is equal to four." One percent, how did you calculate it?"
Mattim was resentful, not daring to look into Zhang Jing's eyes, and said coquettishly, "That's how I'll settle it."
"You don't listen carefully in class," Zhang Jing asked angrily, "What do you want to do when you grow up!"...
"I want to be a combat athlete when I grow up." Mattim answered with his head down.
"Being an athlete also requires you to be good at math," Zhang Jing scolded the older boy. "At least you can read the score and calculate the time!"
Mattim retorted, "I can still herd cows."
"Herding cattle?" Zhang Jing attacked mercilessly, "Young Master Niu, you don't even know how to do it!"
"Then let one end go."
Zhang Jing: "...."
Looking up at the sky at Forty-Five Degrees, ten thousand mythical beasts ran through his mind. It took Zhang Jing a long time to calm down, and then he picked up Zainab's homework book.
Regret, Zhang Jing shouldn't have been so mean. The content of her homework was exactly the same as that of Mattim. I don't know who copied who, "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
Zainab was also afraid of Zhang Jing and murmured: "Give Fun more chocolate beans."
Zhang Jing quickly pinched himself and almost lost his temper.
....
At the same time, 40 minutes' drive away from Kanfan Farm, in the manor at 2455 Hannaford Avenue, Omar saw the private detective he hired.
"How was the investigation?" Allmar asked.
The detective was a middle-aged man with an unimpressive appearance. He stood seven or eight meters away from Omar and replied: "The woman you last contacted found out that she had committed suicide and had advanced bone cancer. A three-year-old child is currently missing."
"Huh?" Omar wondered, "That vicious
Women are not disease/virus carriers? "
"No," the detective introduced slowly and slowly, "You were probably injected while you were asleep or drunk. This was a deliberate act. The person behind the injection most likely made a deal with her, such as taking care of her son."
"Does it mean that as long as we find the three-year-old child, we can find the mastermind behind it?" Omar asked.
"Theoretically, yes," the detective analyzed, "in fact, the probability of finding a child is extremely small, and the person may even no longer be in Citi Country;
It would be best to change your mind and write down how you have become enemies with others in the past three years. I will analyze it and maybe I can find clues. "
Omar regretted in his heart. His personality was a bit perverted, like a naughty child. He liked to catch people, go around them, and take the initiative to provoke others.
Therefore, he has offended many people, but none of them are mortal enemies. I really can't figure out who would be so deliberate.
Then Omar began to write his "autobiography", starting three years ago, when he was walking on the road and deliberately took money from a blind beggar;
Another time when he was visiting a shopping mall, he deliberately touched the butt of a beautiful woman because he was good-looking and rich. As a result, the police arrested another innocent man at the scene.
Another time, he was so mean, he came across a male and female couple arguing on the street. He couldn't help but pull the woman into a luxury car and take her away, just to piss off her boyfriend.
One after another, Omar continued to write from noon to evening. The detectives were stunned. How many bad things has this guy done?
I wrote from evening to late at night, and finally wrote about Zhang Jing.
Omar didn't expect that Zhang Jing and Hani from Polang would get into a fight at his party. At that time, he thought of the goddess who was in college having sex with Zhang Jing day and night. It was natural that he couldn't help it, couldn't control it, and took the initiative to provoke it.
In addition, Hani has a radical personality and has never suffered setbacks since he was a child. He led people into Fen Farm at midnight. As a result, Zhang Jing did not die, and neither did Hani.
Provoking a fight between Zhang Jing and Hani was not the last bad thing he ever did. He then wrote for another two hours to finish writing all the bad things he had done in the past three years and the people he had offended.
Mr. Detective never left. When he received the thick stack of information, everyone was shocked.
"Sir," the detective explained, "there is too much information. The beggar you have offended may be a rich man experiencing life, and he may be a murderer;
Ordinary people you have framed may deliberately seek revenge on you;
The information you wrote and the people you mentioned may all retaliate against you. For me, the workload is too much and more money will be needed, and it may take more than ten years to solve the case. "
Omar has black hair, can he live for more than ten years?
As if he was upset that he couldn't see Omar, the detective added, "Even if it takes more than ten years to investigate, it is possible that nothing can be found. The other party is meticulous and has a flawless plan. Even the person who carried it out has committed suicide. It is possible that he will never be found." There is no one behind the scenes.”
After many discussions, Omar finally had to accept the reality that the truth would never be found out. He was so unwilling to accept it! He wants revenge!
