Rebirth 76: Industrial Internet Empire

Zongheng Investment's sudden attack caught Zhukenmiller off guard. The Hang Seng Index once recovered all the losses in the past two days and stubbornly returned to 6850 points again.

In terms of the Hang Seng Index futures spot contract, bulls also changed their weakness and opened a large number of short orders in the 6750-6850 point range.

There were cheers in the hall of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. The unilateral decline for several consecutive months has numbed the hearts of investors!

"The Hong Kong Monetary Authority has finally stepped in to protect the market, and there is hope for the stock market..."

"The stock market has only entered the market to protect the market after falling for so long. The Hong Kong Monetary Authority only knows how to invest tens of billions of foreign exchange into the foreign exchange market. What does the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate have to do with us ordinary people? Isn't the focus on protecting the foreign exchange market for the interests of the rich? I can see it through... …”

"You are overthinking! The Hong Kong Monetary Authority is like a mud Buddha crossing the river in the foreign exchange market. It cannot protect itself! How can it still have the energy to enter the market to protect the market?"

"Is it the central government? Is this going to start a counterattack?"

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Zhukenmiller stood in front of the window, looking at the cheers in the exchange hall, with a sneer on his lips. He was too familiar with this trading method!

After the New York Stock Exchange's Black Monday fiasco, Zhu Kenmiller studied every long-short game that Zhiyuan Group participated in. What Yang Mo is best at is this kind of sudden attack at the end of the market, and after the market closes, he cooperates with public opinion to build momentum to guide retail investors' emotions. He has tried and true. .

Julian Robertson also stared at the market with a solemn expression. After a long time, he turned to look at Zuckenmiller and said thoughtfully: "Stanley, have you noticed that this trading method is similar to that of the New York Stock Exchange stock market crash?" A very similar one?”

Zhukenmiller nodded and said no more. Since Julian Robertson also saw it, the violent rise in the late trading must be Yang Mo's masterpiece!

"What does Yang Mo want to do? Is he crazy? The short positions held by Zongheng Investment are no less than ours!" Julian Robertson said angrily.

"Maybe he no longer has any short positions!" Zhukenmiller said after pondering for a moment.

Julian Robertson also suddenly realized: "The mysterious long orders that have suddenly appeared in the past few days are not from the Hong Kong Monetary Authority? Are they being liquidated by Zongheng Investment?"

Zhukenmiller nodded, sighed and said: "I just guessed before, but now I can basically confirm that Zongheng Investment has closed the short position held by Zongheng Investment. So far, Zongheng Investment and Qianhai Asset Management are the leading companies in Southeast Asia." The biggest winners from the financial crisis, we worked hard but still made wedding dresses for others..."

Julian Robertson suddenly said: "No! Since Zongheng Investment has closed its position with profits, who is it that violently increased the price in the late trading? Could it be that he has some whims and wants to trap us?"

Zhukenmiller's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice: "Anna, what is the cost of holding all our short positions in the Hang Seng Index futures?"

"Mr. Stanley, as of today's close, the average holding cost of all our short contracts is 7750 points..." Annabell replied.

"Why is it so high? Didn't the closing price of the previous two days still exceed 8500 points?" Zhukenmiller asked with a frown.

"We accumulated too many chips below 7000 points in the past two days, and the holding cost was suddenly reduced by a full 750 points!" Annabell explained.

"What exactly does Yang Mo want to do? Does he really want to attack us?" Zhu Kenmiller murmured to himself.

"How is this possible? The whole of Southeast Asia is in a mess? Japan, which has the largest foreign exchange reserves, is not immune. The collapse of Hong Kong's financial system is imminent. Dozens of large and small capital companies are eyeing it. Yang Mo alone wants to turn the tide? "Julian Robertson looked in disbelief.

A cold glint flashed in Zhukenmiller's eyes, and he suddenly felt a little hopeful that Yang Mo could really overestimate his own capabilities and try to trick all international speculators in one fell swoop, so that he would have a chance to defeat him with his own hands...

Thursday, November 8.

Hong Kong Stock Exchange.

As soon as the morning market opened, empty orders appeared like a mountain...

Less than half an hour after the market opened, the Hang Seng Index fell below 6800 points again.

Zhu Kenmiller wanted to reveal Yang Mo's true intention at all costs.

"What should I do? Fight back?" Guo Kexin asked anxiously.

Yang Mo shook his head confidently: "No rush! Buy long orders in Hang Seng Index futures at market price!"

"If we don't fight back now, the emotions accumulated at the end of yesterday will disappear!" Guo Kexin advised.

Yang Mo remained unmoved and signaled to continue buying long index futures contracts!

An obvious scissor gap has begun to form again between the Hang Seng real-time index and futures contracts.

At this time, the futures index jumped 50 points higher and a large short order appeared between 6830-6850 points.

Yang Mo secretly cursed in his heart, doing this to me again!Do you really think I'm afraid of you?Don’t dare to enter the game and become your opponent?

"Go all the way up and eat up all the empty orders on the market. Don't let him cancel the orders!" Yang Mo said in a deep voice.

"Haha, Mr. Yang, are you a famous stud player?" Li Heping walked in with a smile.

Almost at the same time, Zhukenmiller's short jump test was all swallowed up.

Zhukenmiller's eyes were fixed on the market. He felt a humiliation that he had never experienced before. The other party was openly challenging him in the language of the market: Come on!Don't be a coward!Let us compete on the Hang Seng Index futures spot contract...

"Stanley, the latest transaction price of the Hang Seng Index futures contract is a barometer of the stock market. We must not retreat at this time!" Julian Robertson said in a deep voice.

Didn’t Zhukenmiller know that in the face of Yang Mo’s counter-trend squeeze on the Hang Seng Index futures, Quantum Fund was already riding a tiger and entangled the game with Zongheng Investment below 7000 points at any cost, and the cost of holding positions would further increase. If you retreat at this time, although Quantum Fund will be able to make a profit and leave the market, its profits will shrink significantly. More importantly, Quantum Fund's appeal in the capital market will also be greatly reduced.

Zhukenmiller fell into deep thought...

At this moment, the mobile phone in Zhukenmiller's pocket suddenly rang.

Zhukenmiller pressed the answer button and said in a respectful voice: "Mr. George! What are your orders?"

"As long as you identify the goal, go for it! Hesitation will only ruin all your early efforts!" A slightly older voice came from the microphone.

"Mr. George, I know what to do..." Zhukenmiller's eyes regained confidence.

Zhukenmiller put down the phone and said in a deep voice: "Anna, sweep away all the Hang Seng Index spot long orders on the market, increase the attack on the Hang Seng Index constituent stocks, break the luck of small and medium investors, and don't let them see a comeback again. hope..."