New York, Park Avenue in the heart of Manhattan.
Carlson Bullock, holding wine in his arms, stood at the door of a villa surrounded by high-rise buildings and rang the doorbell.
The door slowly opened.
Old Bullock smiled and opened his arms: "Hey, mourner~"
"Father!"
Carlson Bullock greeted him, and the father and son embraced.
"Come in, your mother is preparing a sumptuous lunch for you."
Old Bullock looked at his son in a neat suit and felt very pleased: "It seems that you are doing well in the Trisolaris Fund."
"certainly!"
Carlson Bullock followed closely and came to the living room, talking only about trivial matters at work and remaining tight-lipped about business.
"Shang'er, have you been eyeing soybean futures recently?"
Old Bullock took out the corkscrew and slowly pulled out the cork.
"Yeah."
Carlson Bullock answered simply, even if he didn't say anything, he would definitely be able to find out if he checked.
Old Block said: "I got news that a purchasing group will come from China and will purchase 1.5 million tons of soybeans. Is this true?"
"Hey, dad, don't you only do stocks?"
"Haha, I just care about you, mourner."
"Father, you should know the rules of the industry."
Carlson Bullock shrugged. The investment portfolio, targets and operations are all top secrets that cannot be leaked. As for internal information...
"I see."
Instead of being angry, Old Bullock was even more pleased, "I can reveal some information to you, which you will definitely need."
Carlson Bullock handed over the decanter glass and listened attentively.
"ABC's three major grain merchants are all reducing their soybean spot holdings and doing hedging at Cbot."
Bullock Sr. singled out Bunge, which is both the second-largest soybean exporter and the third-largest soybean processor in the United States.
This is definitely a strong buying force!
With his heart racing, Carlson Bullock replied: "There is indeed a delegation, but the purchase is not 1.5 million tons, but 2.5 million tons."
"2.5 million tons?"
Old Bullock was stunned, "Is this what Lu said personally?"
Carlson Bullock nodded, "I originally thought that Asians like to fight among themselves, and Chinese Americans only try to trick their own people. This race is ruthless enough, but I didn't expect it to be so ruthless. It is said that he is also very patriotic. It turns out that he loves his country so much!"
"This is a qualified big (zi) rich (ben) rich (jia)."
Old Bullock smiled and said: "Capital has no nationality, interests have no father and son, and shopping malls have no friends. These are the three iron laws. You should learn from Lu."
After that, he "sent" his son to see his mother.
He was the only one left in the huge and empty living room.
Picking up the cordless phone, he dialed the No. 2 figure at Goldman Sachs, David Solomon, who was waiting for news, and reported the information truthfully:
"Three Body Fund has made additional investments to cover its positions."
"2.5 million tons, haha, this data is false."
"Fake?"
"Yeah, Kerry found out through the grain and oil companies operating in China that this purchase is at least 3 million tons!"
"Hiss, Carlson dared to lie to me!"
"No, no, maybe what Lu gave is wrong information, but it doesn't matter. Buying more on Three Body is a more important piece of information."
David Solomon had green eyes, humming a tune, and walked leisurely to the CEO's office.
"How's the situation?" Paulson asked.
"The sheep have been trapped, we can eat them!"
Dawei Solomon gave a bad smile: "There is another unexpected surprise. Huaxia Continent also participated this time, and they are also bullish."
"Oh? This is indeed a surprise."
Paulson couldn't help but be moved. The equity interests of NetArt, Feigou, Penguin, Logic, etc. came to mind, and he licked his tongue:
"how do you want to do it?"
"I want to give it a try. Just like dealing with China National Aviation Oil, we give him some sweeteners, take a long-term view, and constantly tempt him to add more positions."
Dawei Solomon said seriously: "Then, you know, let him and his compatriots in the purchasing group pay a tuition fee together, and welcome to Wall Street!"
"Wait, will Lu take the bait?"
Paulson frowned: "He is China's Buffett."
"Buffett doesn't know how to do futures!"
Dawei Solomon shrugged, "Even if we fail, we won't suffer a loss. Anyway, we have the fat sheep of the Chinese purchasing group."
Paulson laughed coldly: "Jie Jie Jie, that's right!"
The entire office was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
………
For four consecutive days, Tian Renli called 25 grain and oil companies one by one. The impact of both Luhua and Jiu San's withdrawals still produced subtle changes.
One company has withdrawn, three or five others are planning to hedge, and even COFCO is giving careful consideration.
"Mr. Lu, I've tried my best."
Tian Renli's voice came from the phone, showing his fatigue.
"It depends on their own destiny."
Lu Fei leaned back and pressed his back against the back of the chair. After a rough calculation, the purchase amount was at least 700,000 tons less.
Although I have recovered some losses, my heart is still heavy.
Looking up at the computer, the four major portals uniformly reported the news of the "Soybean Purchasing Group's Expedition"——
[The Chinese soybean purchasing group composed of 24 companies is represented by COFCO and the Ministry of Commerce personally leads the team. It plans to sign more than 50 purchasing contracts at the end of this month...
Some experts analyzed that my country's large-scale purchase of soybeans and the continuation of the procurement diplomacy strategy are mainly to balance the trade between the two countries and reduce China's surplus, which can at least help ease the trade friction between the two countries. 】
The truth is this. Lu Fei raised the water glass, raised his neck to drink water, and found that the glass was empty.
He got up and walked out of the study, and walked straight through the living room, where he saw Zeng Li sitting on the sofa. Her attention was not on the TV, but on the booklet in her hand.
"Senior, what are you looking at?"
"Look at the house."
Zeng Li flipped through the "An Jia" magazine casually, and there were information about villas everywhere. She had accumulated tens of millions in savings from filming and advertising over the years, not including the 3.5 million yuan in salary for "A World Without Thieves".
"How about I give you a set?"
Lu Fei poured water and said, "I have more houses, but I can't live in them."
Zeng Li shook her head: "I want to buy it in the suburbs."
"Why are you buying it there?" Lu Fei put down the water glass, sat next to her, leaned his head over, and stretched out his hand dishonestly.
Zeng Li's breath became slightly thicker, "I like it to be quiet and quiet with few people, and I can plant some flowers and plants in the courtyard..."
Lu Fei asked: "Villas in the suburbs are not expensive, what are you going to do with the rest of the money? Do you want me to push a few stocks, just leave them there and don't have to worry about anything?"
Zeng Li smiled and did not refuse, and took off the tea leaves stuck to the man's face, "One more thing, Director Feng and the others did not dare to disturb, so they had to ask me, the film will start shooting in April or May, will you join the cast? "
"can not say it clearly."
Lu Fei pointed his finger, "There's a mess here."
"What's the mess?"
Zeng Li held his head with both hands and massaged it gently.
Lu Fei didn't care whether she understood or not, he shook out all the soybean crisis he had been holding in his heart.
The two faced each other, one talking and the other listening.
There was no emotion on Zeng Li's cold face, but she seemed to understand.
Lu Fei touched his nose awkwardly: "I'm sorry, senior sister, I said something that you are not interested in."
Zeng Li shook her head: "I'm very happy that you can tell me this. Are they all trying to rob the United States?"
"Robbery? It's too unskilled."
Lu Fei told them all their plans in detail.
Zeng Li said in surprise: "You can see that it will fall, so wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money?"
"I don't make this kind of money!"
Lu Fei said firmly, "I'm not short of money. Even if I want to cheat, it's just cheating foreigners' money. Where does this money come from, and where will it go to."
Zeng Li's eyes were shining, she held his head in her arms and pulled him into her arms, and she was addicted to face wash and milk.
emm, very smooth!
"Senior, fight, rob, I want to rob a little bit."
Lu Fei threw her on the sofa and was about to execute her on the spot. He accidentally touched the remote control and the TV screen immediately switched to "News Network".
At this moment, the leader was giving a speech and waved his hand:
"I'm going to take a purchasing group to the United States to purchase a large amount of soybeans and airplanes!"
"Huh, senior sister, it's time for me to go to America."
Lu Fei stood up straight and narrowed his eyes.
Zeng Li touched his face and said, "I'll prepare your luggage. Leave early and come back early."
………
On February 24, the purchasing group had just crossed the Pacific and had not yet arrived in the United States. ABCD grain merchants, Goldman Sachs and other capital, as well as the American government, worked overtime overnight, and worked together to dig a few feet deeper into the deep hole they had dug. .
The Chicago Board of Trade was the first to leak the news that this time the purchasing group would buy at least 3 million tons of soybeans. The news spread to ten, and more and more funds poured into the US market.
The Ministry of Agriculture immediately cooperated, saying that the soybean harvest in North America that year was poor, and "authoritative" media such as the New York Times and the Washington Post followed up the report and made an uproar.
Critics and economic experts are making a big push for it, all they have to do is say, buy it! Buy it! Buy it!
The bulls and bears began to tussle over the late February and March contracts, with the bulls easily crushing the bears.
Soybean futures prices are rising sharply day by day.
Three Body Fund, the entire company is very busy.
"Ren, what's the price now? What's the price now?"
Carlson Block was holding a marker and tapping frantically on a white study board, on which rows and columns were densely written with the futures prices of soybean oil, soybean meal, and especially soybeans.
"One bushel (27.216kg), 1008 cents!"
Ren stared at the computer, his eyes bloodshot.
"$370.37 per ton."
Carlson Bullock swallowed his saliva, one hand was worth 3,703.7 US dollars, and Three Body bought a total of 20,000 hands.
The average position price is 931 cents.
“We have exceeded our profit target!”
Ren stood up suddenly, his heart obviously unable to bear it anymore and beating wildly.
"Younghou!"
In an instant, the entire hall of the Wolf of Wall Street was filled with excitement, howling and howling, and the loud sound spread to the corridor.
"Do you want to close the position? It's completely beyond the take-profit line!"
"We should continue to invest to cover our positions. The Chinese purchasing group has just arrived in the United States and has not officially signed the contract. Once the contract is signed, the price will rise to at least 1,100 cents."
"Are there still funds?"
"There are still more than 30 million US dollars in the account!"
"..."
Everyone was talking excitedly, all looking at Xu Xin.
She took a deep breath and said, "Lu didn't say anything. No one was allowed to make any unnecessary moves. No positions were closed or positions were added. We'll wait until he comes."
"What's wrong with Bosch?" Carlson Bullock asked anxiously.
As they watched the price fluctuate and fluctuate, it continued to rise and reached 1,010 cents. Every extra cent was rounded off to hundreds of thousands of dollars more.
The money is all small money!
With sweat in her hands, Xu Xin suddenly noticed a familiar figure in her peripheral vision, striding in through the glass windows.
Act like a tiger and be powerful, act like a domineering person.
Carlson Bullock and others craned their necks one by one to witness the demeanor of China’s Buffett, Bill Gates, Jobs, and Lu Fei. Especially after the soybean futures battle, they paid tribute to him——
Such as worshiping God!
"A Fei, you're finally here. Come on, make up your mind." Xu Xin ran over impatiently.
"Sister Xin, you look anxious, don't be anxious."
Lu Fei's face was as smooth as a lake, and he was not worried that the futures market would suddenly plunge. He took out his cigarette case and listened to the report.
"Bos, funds are now crazily raising the price of the U.S. market. The bulls expect it to exceed 2 billion U.S. dollars. Do you want to follow up?"
Carlson Bullock’s eyes were dazzling and full of greed.
"Gradually close the position, and everything will be cleared before 1,020 cents."
Lu Fei held a cigarette in his mouth and shook his head with a smile.
"What?"
Carlson Bullock's smile froze. I am about to chase the enemy. Why did Your Majesty pay me to withdraw my troops?
"It's very simple."
Lu Fei lit a cigarette, "Blindly chasing the rise and killing the fall will lead to high transaction costs. I don't want to be a taker."
"I agree, I'll give it up when it's good."
Xu Xin took a deep breath, "Watching futures rise and fall, my heart can't bear it. Even Netease Entertainment has never suspended trading."
"However, Boss and ABC grain merchants are all hedging, and they also continue to be bullish on soybean futures."
Carlson Bullock revealed that this was inside information.
"I don't want them to feel it, I want me to feel it."
Lu Fei puffed out smoke: "Execute the order!"
"yes."
Carlson Bullock sighed inwardly. The moment he turned around, he was suddenly stopped by Lu Fei. He turned around suddenly, thinking that he had changed his mind and continued to be reckless.
Unexpectedly, he wrote lightly:
"After cleaning the battlefield, prepare to build empty warehouses."
"What?!"
Not only Carlson Bullock, but also the entire trading team was shocked. When the bulls were strong, they took orders and went short?
I don’t understand this kind of operation, Mr. Lu!
Lu Fei turned his head and said seriously: "Sister Xin, are you sure that the South American and North American agricultural data and information I asked you to collect can be sent to the purchasing group?"
"must be able to!"
"Huh, I hope they can see it."
