Sister Bei is poisonous

In the clubhouse hall of the luxury cruise ship, the lights are bright, and various securities trading equipment has been moved here. Last shift.

It was late at night, and it was time for the futures to open.

Glenn really launched a hysterical attack, and began to increase the leverage desperately and ferociously.

Chen Ran was also unceremonious. After the two parties finished adding leverage, the total amount of funds was displayed on the top of the screen, a total of 980 billion meters of gold, the entire net worth of a Forbes list, the world's richest man.

Chen Huan was almost out of breath: "Nearly 1000 billion meters of gold, so many years of futures trading... It's the first time I've seen so much money..."

Chen Ran said seriously: "Me too, it's worth remembering."

A large wave of small funds swarmed in and began to follow the trend to grab meat. These experienced fund companies are not fools, and they have already explored who is good and who is bad in the current market.

The market was surprisingly one-sided, and these funds almost unanimously chose the side of Crystal Stone.

The final transaction instantly triggered a complete collapse of the Shamat Fund. On the big screen, all the other party's fund accounts flashed red warnings, and the scrolling of numbers stopped.

Glenn broke his position.

The hall was quiet. Watching the price of tin and platinum keep soaring, Liang Ying turned off the BBC's morning news broadcast. Everyone stared at the screen and took out their mobile phones to take pictures to commemorate this historic and miraculous moment.

It is said that the financial war is extremely cruel, and that hegemonic capital is unshakable. In this battlefield without gunpowder, how many people of insight have devoted their lives to it.

Li Bohao even played the "March of the Volunteers" in the hall, showing a comprehensive victory of domestic capital over foreign hegemonic capital.

Suddenly, Chen Ran realized a serious problem, turned off Mai and said to everyone: "Too bad, there is another benefactor whose money was not used."

There are still unused funds? Everyone is stunned.

Chen Ran quickly thought of a solution, and said to himself: "It's okay, wait for the Nasdaq to open tomorrow night, and use this money to short the stock price of Shamat... Well, to achieve the expected profit promised to the benefactor There should be no problem, our main task today is to celebrate, to celebrate this historic moment."

The voice fell behind, and after 3 minutes, everyone woke up and cheered at the same time!

There was a dead silence on Glenn's side.

After the volume was turned down, Chen Ran turned on the speakerphone and said to Glenn, "Boss, I have found out who is affiliated with this offshore fund."

"Chen Ran! Don't go too far!" Glenn finally came to his senses and said subconsciously.

"Glenn, you are the one to blame for all this. You pushed people too far first," Chen Ran replied, "By the way, I would like to remind you to pay attention to your stocks tomorrow, and be careful not to become worthless."

Li Bohao; "Oh Mr. Ge, it seems that you have to save yourself and be careful not to go back to Manhattan."

Glenn was completely silent.

Near the closing time, Lester followed in, and Chen Ran ordered the traders to close their positions.His cell phone kept ringing non-stop, Chen Ran didn't even look at it, and focused on the last wave of operations to prevent accidents. Until the market closed, there were more than ten missed calls, which were from major fund managers.

These people finally came to their senses at the last moment, and roughly guessed that this was the famous Mr. Grabber.

After watching the whole transaction, the boss of Noxstone Fund was the first to call to congratulate him, and then the bosses of major funds flooded in with calls.

Everyone in the world seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Not long after, the cruise ship was forced to stop on an outlying island, waiting for a large wave of fund company bosses who came to congratulate them, fearing that they would miss this golden dinner.

Sitting sideways on the desk, Meng Xiaobei looked at the battlefield where they had just fought and the series of numbers frozen on the screen, and felt that tonight was like a dream.