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The next morning, the two went downstairs to have breakfast together.

There were about a hundred people in the restaurant, it was really crowded, but no one dared to ask what was going on with the appearance of a white man here.

The foreigner was dressed in a neat suit, and although he always kept a faint smile, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his only focus was on the young man next to him.

It was not until half past eight, when everyone entered the conference room, that they were shocked to find that the young man was standing alone at the front.

With his back to the huge screen on the wall, facing the hundred or so people.

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The foreigner stood in the corner in front, looking at everyone without saying a word.

When the door of the conference room was closed, Chen Pingan knocked on the table, and the room soon became quiet.

"I believe you all know why you are here.

My name is Chen Pingan, and I am the only person in charge of this operation.

That is to say, in the next few months, whatever I ask you to do, you must complete it in the shortest time, and no mistakes are allowed.

This is a fully closed operation, so your mobile phones should have been handed in.

Of course, I also have signal shielding here, so it's useless even if you keep it.

Now this hotel has become an information island."

After saying this, he quietly looked at the young men below, observing their micro-expressions and movements.

No whispering, no low complaints.

Although a few people's expression management was not up to standard, he didn't care, anyway, only 40 people were needed in the end.

Chen Pingan nodded.

"Each of you has an account. I have already contacted and transferred 100,000 yuan into each account. I need you to prove to me in person how familiar you are with the operations of the futures market.

If you make money, it's yours, and if you lose, it's mine.

I won't be angry even if you lose all your money today.

It's just over 10 million yuan.

I allow you to lose money, but I don't allow your operations to fail.

For example, if you want to turn over to short or change hands, then your operations are to achieve this goal.

Your operations must be accurate and cannot make mistakes. I am talking about the actions of your hands.

I only need 40 traders. Your operations and results will determine whether you can stay.

Now you can turn on the computer.

Remember, you can only operate for one morning. We have other things to do in the afternoon."

He winked at Edwards and left the meeting room first, and Edwards followed closely.

Chen Ping'an wanted to give these people some time to communicate. There were more than 20 minutes before the opening, which was enough for them to get to know each other.

Although he didn't think it was necessary, for people at the bottom of society, this was the fastest way to gain a sense of security when they were a little confused.

Sure enough, when the door of the conference room was closed, he immediately heard the voices in the room.

Edwards looked at him and smiled, "Boss, your performance just now can be said to be perfect."

Chen Pingan smiled modestly, "I was forced to do this!

The pressure is too great, really.

It's just that the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. It has to work even if it doesn't work."

After Chen Pingan went out, he found a few familiar bodyguards, gathered them together and arranged them, and told them to turn around and watch the operations of the people inside when they go in.

There is no need to deliberately stare at a certain person, just pay attention to whether their operations are quick and decisive.

He didn't expect these bodyguards to really understand other people's operations.

But as long as someone is patrolling behind, it means pressure.

Because after the real start, the pressure will be greater!

Let Edwards stay, and he went upstairs to the room.

There was still Edwards's small cigar on the table. He took one and put it under his nose and smelled it while thinking.

Regarding this money-making matter, his initial idea was not to let Edwards participate.

But because the third uncle was going abroad, his father would never care about what happened next. He might even be looking forward to the information advantage that Edwards might bring to the Chen family after following him.

Although Edwards has not shown anything yet, he is really not as sensitive to the financial market as he is.

This is where Chen Pingan feels that he has failed.

He is thinking about what method to use to prevent Edwards and everyone below from suspecting that he knows the trend of stock index futures.

But he is unwilling to deliberately fail.

According to his estimate, if he operates slower this time, he can easily get at least 50 billion in profits.

If he keeps 1.5 billion in margin, the consequences of full position are likely to be difficult to estimate.

With these two months of operation alone, he can create a wealthy family with assets of 100 billion out of thin air.

It's a pity that he can't take this money.

But it doesn't prevent him from operating himself.

However, he still has nearly 60 million.

If he eats up all the profits, it can also bring absolutely rich returns.

Unconsciously, he has lit a cigar and took a puff.

The smoke rolled in his mouth and slowly seeped into the oral mucosa. He was a little surprised by the mellow taste.

This thing is really good!

He turned on the computer, adjusted the time period to 30 seconds, and sat at the table to start long futures.

At the beginning of the new year, the trend of both the market and futures was not very satisfactory.

The increase in the morning was not large, and Chen Pingan was cautious in his operation, doing 10 lots at a time. At 11 o'clock, half an hour before the closing, he switched to the trend level of the current futures. After looking at it for a while, he closed all the positions.

Looking at the funds in the account, Chen Pingan smiled bitterly.

In an hour and a half, he only made more than one million.

This number is not low in absolute value, but compared with his capital volume, it is already very small.

Chen Pingan, who did not pay attention to other products and index trends at all, did not know the situation in the conference room downstairs.

After closing the computer, he couldn't help but take another cigar and light it, standing in front of the window looking outside.

There are tall buildings in the capital, but in fact, there is really no scenery except some ancient palaces.

But he just enjoys this feeling.

It was as if he was standing on the top of a mountain, and everything below was visible, all falling into his eyes, as if he knew everything in the world.

When he went downstairs, he pressed the cigar into the ashtray, took a deep breath, and then left his room.

When he arrived at the meeting room on the first floor, he saw that everyone was concentrating on staring at the computer screen.

Some people did not move, and some were typing on the keyboard.

In the morning, he specified that he could only operate stock index futures.

According to his own judgment, the stock index futures at this time should be the standard one-minute level. If you go long at the beginning of the morning, you should have a good return.

But if you are washed out by the fluctuations in the middle, then it is wisest to go short at this time.

Because the market is now in a small sideways fluctuation, he asked as soon as he entered:

"It's about to close. Who is short now? Please stand up."