19:10.

It is still 20 minutes before the closing of the artificial market.

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

Only one person held a taco in his hand, and he was relaxed as if he was here to travel.

As the saying goes, everyone is busy and I am alone, but Comrade Xiaopang.

Xiaopang really doesn’t know what happened or what is about to happen. As a young Chinese generation who has become a billionaire through free work, Comrade Xiaopang won’t let complex futures trading consume his brain cells. He looked around curiously like a tourist, and then asked Qin Yun: “Wife, is anyone taking a portrait?”

"Tell me more." Although Qin Yun is an elite and rich beauty, he no longer tries to understand Comrade Xiaopang's jumping thinking.

Xiaopang took a bite of the taco and said vaguely: "Look at Master, it's been half an hour since he was still motionless. If someone hadn't portrayed a portrait, why would he be a sculpture model?"

This is the triple jump level.

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

"What are you thinking about?" Xiaopang took another bite of the taco.

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

"You said it was the key two days ago." Xiaopang didn't care.

Qin Yun stopped and then said curiously: "Do you know that you have made money?"

"I know..." Xiaopang said proudly, "In my experience, following the master, you can make money without thinking about anything. So, if he makes money, I will make money. Let me tell you, the big pieces of meat my master eats and the soup given is more than the oil given by others, like slow-stewed beef, and the ones floating on it are all the thickest and thickest juice..."

"And you drank it all?"

"It is natural for the master to eat meat and apprentice to drink soup. Besides, I will just take a small sip."

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

"That... it must be quite a lot." Xiaopang took off his third bite with satisfaction, and a taco from the palm-length disappeared.

This shows that his palms are shorter than ordinary people.

Qin Yun stared at Xiaopang's classmate like a mouse for a long time, then he also jumped in his mind and said in a bad voice: "If you dare to spend time outside and play around with the scene, I will let you leave the house in vain!"

Xiaopang was slightly surprised, and then said with a more superb leap: "My money is your money, you don't have to find other women to seduce me."

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

Qin Yunhao smiled, covered her face, and said slowly: "No need for other women, take out a first aid kit and give me three minutes to bandage your wound."

Xiaopang was shocked: "Are you leaving the house with purity? You are entering the palace with purity... Forget it, let's talk well, how much has the master earned me?"

"Don't be lucky!" Qin Yun first commented, and said, "Your money is calculated with Aliyev's money. A profit of 200 yuan is made..."

"200 million US dollars?" Xiaopang took the lead this time.

Qin Yun flattered his mouth: "It's almost the same. Now I know what Mr. Su is doing? Sitting obediently, someone can give you 10 million more and 10 million less with just one decision."

"That must be 10 million more." Xiaopang said, tsk twice, and said happily: "When I invested money, everyone was unwilling to invest. I thought I would lose money, so I just threw the money into the water. As a result... Look, I only doubled my profit in just a few days... I think..."

"What do you think?"

"I think...I am the protagonist." Xiaopang looked up proudly.

"What did you say?" Qin Yun didn't hear the next sentence.

Xiaopang turned his head and saw that Su Cheng stood up.

"Let the vultures buy publicly, slow down, but don't be too slow." Su Cheng directly issued an order, using English.

The reporting officer went to notify without hesitation. He had no right to question, and the exchange was racing against time and he was not allowed to hesitate.

Qin Yun frowned in surprise, shook Xiaopang away, and went up to remind Qi Xiao.

Actually, there is no need for her to remind her. Qi Xiao has already gone up to remind Su Cheng. However, he bypassed others and whispered to Su Cheng: "Will doing this make them alert?"

"They should have woken up long ago. Now they should scare them. Whether to throw them or not, let them decide."

Now, Sucheng naturally hopes to see more and more long orders selling, instead of blocking them in the door like they did a few days ago. After all, it is the real lowest price at this time.

However, gentlemen from all sides are not sure.

They have determined the lowest price many times. At $18.22, they thought that the oil price would definitely not fall to $17, at $16, they thought that the oil price would definitely not fall to $15, and at $15, no one believed that the oil price would enter the space of $14.

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

No one can say whether it will enter the $13 range.

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

But from the bottom of his heart, Su Cheng was more willing to take the initiative.

This is also because his current situation is good, and some force puts pressure on the opponent.

Qi Xiao nodded silently and his eyes also condensed.

Time is tight, and now it is time to worry about many parties.

19:12.

The vulture Milton got the instructions, thought for a while, and was immediately happy.

For executive traders, making money is joyful, and making others depressed is also joyful.

After two seconds of brewing, Comrade Vulture shouted in the highest tone of his life: "Buy, 1,000 lots."

When crude oil futures are trading at this level, everyone is looking forward to it. It is not a small amount to invest 100,000 barrels of crude oil at a time.

The trader next to him looked over habitually and calculated the scale of Pan Asia's funds in mind.

Then, I found that the vulture's hands were being retracted.

"This is a buy!" the trader murmured to himself, then widened his eyes.

The traders at Sumitomo Trading Company were also stunned.

Next, the trading pool became quieter.

In this long-short war, the bulls are constantly changing.

Sumitomo Trading Company, Industrial Bank, the fleeting Citigroup, and Enron who has been here twice, etc. But the bear party is actually a pan-Asian fund composed of seven companies.

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

When Pan Asia Fund ended its short selling and started buying, this was undoubtedly the biggest event in the exchange.

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

A word suddenly appeared in his mind: General.

"Minister, how do you do it?" The junior and intermediate traders of Sumitomo Trading Company were also anxious.

Countless thoughts passed through Matsumoto's mind.

But under the current circumstances, the conclusions drawn are not so much a decision as a guess.

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

In the futures market, this sentence still meets the truth.

Matsumoto must and can only make decisions.

"Close the position." Matsumoto's tone was heavy.

"Minister!" several traders shouted out. Closed positions means selling all long orders, and the loss is no longer a book loss.

Matsumoto reached out to stop their shouting and said, "Go and do it."

In his heart, he had already begun to consider how to shirk responsibility to Hirano. Everything about the London International Futures Exchange had nothing to do with him and Sumitomo.
Chapter completed!