Hunting for Beauty

Because he was pleasantly surprised to find that the data of Zhengzhou Soybean displayed on the computer was actually driving low and going low, and it was still falling rapidly like diving.

However, the strong bulls in the previous two days seemed to have disappeared overnight, and they did not make any resistance and allowed the price to slide downward at a high speed.

The expression on Mr. Cheng's face at this time can be said to be extremely exciting, surprised, puzzled, puzzled, and happy. In the end, he suddenly jumped up from his seat as if thinking of something.

He laughed and said to himself: "Hahaha, there must be conflicts among them, I am really immortal!"

At this time, the Zhengzhou soybean futures contract is like a kite with a broken string. It is only at several important technical support prices, and after a little resistance, it completely gives up all resistance and lets the soybean futures price go all the way down. diarrhea.

Looking at the rapidly falling soybean futures price, Mr. Cheng strengthened his thoughts even more.

Mr. Cheng picked up the phone on his desk and gave Zhang Liang, the acting president of Southwest Securities, an order for the final battle.

Zhang Liang is required to concentrate and invest all the funds in his hand immediately, and must take advantage of the limited time when the main bulls have disagreements to raise the price of soybeans.

At that time, there will be no need to do it yourself, and naturally a large amount of backhand short-selling funds will pour out to overwhelm all the defense lines built by multiple parties.

Zhang Liang didn't agree with Mr. Cheng's obviously risky approach, but he didn't dare to directly object, so he could only remind him: "But if this is a trap set by the other party, we really don't even have a chance to make money! "

Mr. Cheng yelled into the microphone: "Do we have any other choice now? Just do as I say, and I will take care of it if something goes wrong!"

Zhang Liang put down the phone in his hand and cursed fiercely: "Damn, you are a second-generation ancestor who only knows how to eat, drink, whore and gamble. You know nothing about futures operations. Even the futures market follows the trend." I don’t even understand the basic rules, and if something happens, it’s not the people below us who will help you out!”

After he finished cursing, he realized that this sentence was familiar, and after thinking about it, he remembered that his predecessor, Mr. Wang who was sold by him, had said the same thing.

At this time, Zhang Liang really realized the helplessness in his old boss's heart at that time, and began to secretly regret why he didn't listen to President Wang's words and ran to Japan with him to start anew, but there is no regret in this world "medicine" can be taken , I still have to taste the bitter fruit I planted at that time.

At this time, Gu Zhengbin, who was on the top floor of the Binsheng Building, watched a large number of throwing orders and couldn't help but said to the assistant next to him with emotion: "It's such a simple trick that the other party will be fooled. It's really a bit of a win against such a mentally handicapped opponent." Feeling unarmed!"

Lou Shang, Gu Zhengbin's confidant assistant, smiled and said: "This Mr. Cheng actually doesn't understand futures at all, but he wants to act as an expert to direct the short side's futures trading, just like Chiang Kai-shek who didn't understand military affairs but wanted to command the armed forces. It’s the same as war, the destruction of both is only a matter of time.”

Gu Zhengbin smiled relaxedly, and said: "The comparison you used is really appropriate, Mr. Cheng and Chiang Kai-shek really have many similarities in character, but I really hope that there will be more in China's futures market. With a few people like Mr. Cheng, then we can easily make a fortune again!"

Gu Zhengbin asked the secretary next to him to bring two glasses of premium red wine, handed one of them to Lou Shang, and then took one himself, with a smug smile on his face, he lightly clinked glasses with him, "Let's celebrate in advance Victory!"

"Long live victory! Long live money!"  …

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, as the price of Zhengzhou soybeans approached the price limit step by step.

On the way, the low resistance from many sides becomes more and more intense. It is often that a price has to be repeatedly competed by the long and short sides, and finally the long side retreats to the next price to deploy after the short side invests a lot of money.

But this situation finally stopped at a place only one step away from the price limit, and no matter how much money the short side invested and how crazy they were to attack, the main force of the multi-party kept investing the short side like a big sponge. Every penny is absorbed cleanly.

Mr. Cheng saw that the funds he could mobilize were getting less and less, but the other party seemed to suddenly regain his spirits, and the originally scattered and irregular low resistance became more regular.

Even the entrusted long orders were all round numbers of [-], [-], and [-]. I couldn't help but have a very ominous premonition in my heart: I might be tricked again this time!

Finally, a small group of foresighted short sellers took the lead to close their positions and retreat, but other people who were late-sighted were not as lucky as these people. When they reacted and wanted to retreat, they found that they had lost their balance. Last Chance for Bin.

Because at this time, the multi-party main force, which was originally passive defense, suddenly exerted upward force like taking too much Viagra.

10,000, [-], [-] or even [-]+ long orders poured out like a tide, and all the empty orders piled up above were eaten up in a few bites.

All the way through the hurricane, he easily broke through the blocking defenses laid by the short side, and raised the soybean futures price from near the limit to the limit. It took less than a minute to complete this big face change.

Small and medium-sized retail investors and institutional investors who were short-sellers watched soybean futures prices soar wildly from near the lower limit to the daily limit within one minute.

Finally, I realized what it was like to fall directly from heaven to hell. Among them, the speculators with small positions secretly rejoiced that fortunately, they still left a way out and did not end up once.

And those speculators who have a large number of overdrafts that lead to extremely heavy positions, or just operate with full positions, after staring at the computer for a while, some start calling around to raise money, hoping to turn salty fish over this hurdle.

Chapter 332 Lost?

Some empty speculators simply started to arrange their own funerals, planning to go directly to death after their positions were violently beaten tomorrow, jumping off a building, jumping into a river, taking sleeping pills, lying on the railway tracks, or even finding a beautiful girl after taking poison. The joy of sex and love, and died satisfied at the peak of **•;•;•;•;•;•; The vast number of small and medium-sized retail investors who originally held money on the sidelines and institutional investors sitting in the large account area inside saw long and short After many days of fighting, the main players of the two sides finally decided the outcome. The situation has become clearer.

They all began to pile up long orders at the daily limit price of the soybean futures contract. As for whether they can buy them, it depends on everyone's luck.

At this time, in the chairman's office on the top floor of the Chengji Group Building, Mr. Cheng stared blankly at the soybean futures price firmly fixed at the daily limit price, and the countless follow-up orders that flooded in from behind broke his hope of being able to salt The last illusion of the fish turning over.

Mr. Cheng leaned softly on the boss's chair, looked at the Zhengzhou soybean futures price that seemed to have frozen at the limit on the computer screen, and murmured unconsciously: "It's over like this, is everything over like this?" ?"

The phone on the desk rang non-stop. Mr. Cheng just stared blankly at the phone, listening to the harsh ringing, but didn't reach out to answer it.

Because he knew very well in his heart that these calls must be made by the CEOs of securities and futures investment companies asking him what to do next.

"How to do?"

Cheng Gongzi couldn't help showing a wry smile. Now he doesn't know how to make up for the more than 40 billion shortfall in the program group's account, so he doesn't have the heart to care about their lives.

If he encounters something unsatisfactory in normal times, he will definitely smash all the things in the office to vent his depression.

But now he has lost even the interest in smashing things to vent his anger. He just sits blankly like a body that has lost its soul. His empty eyes no longer have the confidence of the past. ten years old.

Mr. Cheng stood up suddenly, staggering like a drunk drunk, walked to the wine cabinet in the office, took a bottle of 82 year old red wine from it, sat back on the seat facing his Mouth poured violently.

At this time, Zhang Li, the female secretary outside the door, saw that the chairman had been refusing to answer the phone, and guessed the reason, so she opened the door and walked in and cut off the phone line on the desk, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the man in the office who was pouring alcohol into his mouth desperately, Zhang Li was really afraid that this chairman, who had never suffered any setbacks under the careful care of his father all his life, would die because he couldn't bear this blow. Depressed for a while, I can't think of doing something extraordinarily stupid.

Hastily walked up and hugged the man's head into his arms, and comforted him softly in his ear: "Guodong, you must not be crushed by this setback just like this, we are now We haven't reached the point where we can give up lightly, we should go to your grandfather to find a solution while there is still room for redemption, the old man has never experienced anything, and he will definitely come up with the best way to solve the problem!"

Mr. Cheng weakly rested his head on the woman's plump breasts, and said in a dreamlike voice: "Zhang Li, tell me the truth, do I have nothing to do except eating, drinking (whoring) and gambling?" The second generation ancestor who doesn’t understand?”

Zhang Li said: "No..."

"Zhang Li, don't interrupt me. Just now, when I was in a daze, I suddenly realized that I was really useless, as if I knew nothing but eating, drinking, and gambling."

Cheng Gongzi Cheng Guodong continued.

Zhang Li looked at Mr. Cheng with relief, and said, "Don't be so pessimistic. We still have a long way to go in the future. As long as you can change your past, you still have a chance to achieve a career like your grandfather. If you can really You have realized that the more than 40 billion that our Cheng Group lost this time is worth the money!"

"well said!"

At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open from the outside again, and an old voice rang out in the office.

Although the voice was so feeble, there was a subdued majesty in it.

"Grandpa, you don't always stay in the hospital, why are you here!"

Mr. Cheng looked in surprise at the old man sitting in a wheelchair with a wrinkled face and tattoos, so thin that only a pile of bones remained.

His grandfather, like a hundred-year-old tree, survived tenaciously even though the inside had been eaten away by moths, supporting the crumbling building of the Cheng family on his own.

"I actually came here a few days ago and lived in the guest room downstairs."

Old man Cheng raised his hand to signal the bodyguard behind him who was pushing the wheelchair to push him to the desk.

"Grandpa, then you..."