Four hours later, America, New York, Wall Street.
The entire street is only 500 meters long and is filled with tall buildings.
Little Wall Street reflects the rhythm and habits of New York as a whole.
Carefully dressed men in suits and ol'-dressed women were quickly shuttling between high-rise buildings.
No one dares to slow down, because this is the center of global finance. People get rich every day while others lose everything. Once they slow down, the probability of becoming the latter becomes even greater.
Watches are their closest companions here, because every time they look at the watch, it means that their time is "Wall Street time". Millions per second are only at the level of small managers, while big bosses are pursuing big news and ringing the bell to go public.
Everyone is crazy about pursuing money and venting their desires.
George Soros just looked at his watch and then immediately looked away and knocked on the conference table. Everyone's attention was attracted to him, waiting for his speech.
"Okay, the time has come, let's officially start. Everyone knows what's going on in Europe. This time the European countries are preparing to unite to improve their status. The Russian Alliance will also come to an end soon. There will definitely be some There are many opportunities. But our main topic today is the 'Mr. Assassin' from the past few days. I believe everyone has heard about it, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started talking.
"I know. I originally thought that the guy in a nearby building was going to make some big move, but so far there has been no follow-up, and everyone said they didn't know anything."
"Yes, the other party acted too quickly. A large amount of money entered the market to operate and immediately retreated after the oil price dropped by 1%. They did not delay and exited before everyone could react."
Everyone remembers the "Mr. Assassin" who made big news in the oil futures market a few days ago. If the amount of funds was not too large, they would only think that this was a normal short-selling operation and would not even discover the funds. flow.
The other party's style made them feel like assassins in various literary works. They were unknown when they were hiding, but once they made a move, they shocked the world, and then immediately fled thousands of miles away. So Wall Street gave the operator of that fund the nickname "Mr. Assassin."
Soros pressed his hands down and coughed. Everyone fell silent and continued to wait for him to speak: "I have found some information in the past few days. Linda, please explain it to everyone."
After hearing this, Linda picked up a piece of information and spread it out to everyone and said: "The other party is very cunning. We spent a lot of effort to find out that the funds came from an offshore fund 'Syndicate' controlled by a company called Waistcoat in Titanium. This The company was established two years ago and is mainly engaged in the clothing business. It has developed rapidly since its establishment and its products are very popular among the young generation in Southeast Asia."
Chen Yi said: Waistcoat is translated into Chinese as vest, so Waistcoat is really just a clothing company, so don’t think too much about it.
Syndicate, which means monopoly in French, originally refers to a form of monopoly organization: an organization established by a few large companies in the same production sector by signing an agreement to uniformly sell goods and purchase raw materials.
At this time, someone asked: "Who is the company controller and fund operator?"
Linda spread her hands helplessly: "Waistcoat's board of directors and executives are all a group of Titanium people, and the Syndicate Fund is just a small role. When I carefully checked their information, I felt that they are just a group of puppets. As executors, they They have done a good job, but as for 'Mr. Assassin', they are not qualified yet, so we have only found so many and stopped."
"Then why don't you continue to investigate?"
"Why continue to investigate? This is obviously an assassination operation in the futures market. Everyone here should have personally handled similar cases, but this time the other party suddenly appeared without saying hello to everyone in advance. Could it be that you Do you want 'Mr. Assassin' to target us? Although we are not afraid, what good will one more enemy do to us? What if it is an acquaintance? If I have that time, I might as well do more beauty treatments and take care of my beautiful face!"
Everyone was silent when they heard this, and then Soros spoke: "Okay, gentlemen, we have to start preparing for next year. I don't want to investigate too tightly. By then, we will have one more person or a group of people hiding in the dark. Although many Wall Street companies are acting together this time, it is not what I want to see causing unnecessary trouble."
After a pause, Soros began to make a final summary: "That's it for the 'Mr. Assassin' matter. The discussion with you today is just to let everyone know that there is such a force. We only need to keep an eye on the Waistcoat Company and the Syndicate Fund. Just carry out the daily investigation in secret. Don’t distract our energy. Let’s go down and start preparing for next year’s actions. This time we will take the lead! After next year, I hope that the names of all of you here will be recorded in history!”
As he spoke, his voice became louder and louder: "For the better life in the United States, and for that damn Franklin, kill those John Bulls!"
Everyone was infected by the high-pitched voice, and became excited and shouted together: "For Franklin, kill those John Bulls!"
The sound even spread to other offices, but as a person who works on Wall Street, this kind of situation is no longer strange.
. . .
Hong Kong Island, at 2:30 pm the next day, the headquarters of the Five Crab Group in Central.
"Wow, Dad, it rose a little in the morning, and now it's rising again at the opening!"
"What's going on?! Why did it fall so fast?"
A group of people were excitedly looking at the great situation, but five minutes after the opening, the panel suddenly turned red. The five people were caught off guard by this unexpected situation. They didn't know what happened, so they quickly asked the people below to check if there was anything wrong. What big news happened.
At this time, Ding Xiaoxie's cell phone suddenly rang. He answered the phone and talked for a while and then immediately shouted to Ding Xie: "Dad, my friend from the Stock Exchange told me that Times Securities is selling goods!"
After hearing this, everyone was in an uproar: "It turns out to be Times Securities! I remember that the ghost company Times didn't belong to Fang Zhanbo?"
Ding Xie yelled: "That bad boy!"
"What on earth is he thinking? Want to drain the fire? Dad, please act quickly, otherwise I'm afraid someone will follow suit!"
"Buy, buy, buy, buy, I will buy as much as he throws at me. The damn boy wants to mess with me. There are no windows!"
When the five people here were operating fiercely, Times Securities, Fang Zhanbo had black and white photos of Fang Jinxin, Sister Ling and his three younger sisters on his desk. He said to Chen Tao, who was sitting opposite him: "What will happen to Ding Xie this time?" Death, I have been waiting for it for four years!"
"Me too, no matter how lucky Ding Xie is this time, he will definitely die!"
Fang Zhanbo suddenly became excited: "I have been waiting for him to have bad luck for the past four years, but I didn't know it was impossible. What if he keeps getting lucky? It wasn't until I joined New World and saw their operations that I finally figured it out. Well, if you want to win against someone who is luckier than you, you can only crush him with your strength!"
At this time, Chen Yi's voice suddenly came from the two people's headsets: "Hey, they started buying!"
Fang Zhanbo and Chen Taotao immediately picked up their mood and immediately issued orders to the trading team.
"Keep tossing, increasing the quantity little by little, one hundred hands more each time!"
. . .
On the Five Crab Group's side, Ding Yi Xie slowly comforted Ding Xie: "Dad, why are you angry? We will definitely kill him."
"It's very annoying to follow him around."
The youngest son, Ding Lixie, suddenly thought of something: "Wait a minute, is there someone helping that bad guy and we don't know about it?"
Ding Xie immediately retorted: "Help him die! That bad boy is so reckless. Think about it, when have I lost in the past few years?"
Well, the explosion of futures positions a few days ago was already considered a technical adjustment by Ding Xie’s weird brain circuit.
At this time, the trader said to Ding Xie: "Sheng Ding, the other side has begun to increase the speed of selling goods, one hundred lots more each time."
Ding Xie said with a cold look on his face: "Okay! If I hold back, I think I'm easy to bully. Okay! Wait for me, bad guy! Let him throw, and he can catch as many as he throws."
Times Securities here.
"Abo, we relied on technology to win in the past few years. What Ding Xie and the others lack is technology, but after arriving in the new world, I think it is better to use money to kill them."
"Haha, Ding Xie is being led by our noses now. Let's place the bet first, and then he will follow. Why is he so stupid?"
"By the way, what will you do with Amei and Ji Wen?"
"Amei has been waiting for me for four years. I can't let her wait for four years in vain."
Chen Taotao patted Fang Zhanbo on the shoulder and returned to his seat without saying anything else.
Everyone in the hall is busy, the ending has been decided long ago, and everyone here is waiting for the final blow to begin.
