Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 486 Who will win?
"Don't worry!"

Gu Weijun still looked at ease, and pulled Taylor into his arms, "Ah!" Then he slapped her butt hard, "If you break the ground, I will beat your ass!"

"What's most important at the gambling table?"

Gu Weijun blew out a smoke ring, "That's patience, you must be patient!"

"Who is the prey and who is the hunter? The key is patience!"

"If I guess correctly, the Hunter brothers can't wait any longer. They are too greedy and want to completely control the silver futures."

“Become their cash machine.”

"So, when they take over, they have to first clear out a group of people who are following them, and at the same time, they have to harvest a wave of leeks."

Gu Weijun pulled Zhen Qianbao into his arms, "Do you think we are leeks?"

"Been cut off casually by someone with a sickle?"

Gu Weijun bit his cigar and continued to look at the rising sun outside the window, "I have told you two before that the Hunter brothers have about 1 million in chips."

"However, their futures positions and spot prices below US$3.5 are only 4000-5000 million at most."

"There can't be more!"

"The rest of the positions are at least above $3.5."

Gu Weijun looked around at Taylor and Jane Xibao, "The reason is very simple. Last year's silver futures market had a total market volume of less than 4 million US dollars. The annual output of silver was only 2000 million US dollars. Silver futures never amounted to less than 1 US dollars, to 2.9 US dollars, it only lasts three months.”

"If the Hunter brothers had bought a little more futures and spot prices, the price of silver futures would now be 6 or 7 US dollars."

"They want to scare off some speculators who follow suit, including us, of course."

Gu Weijun blew out another smoke ring, "It's a pity that they underestimated my understanding of them and the trump card in our hand. We still have 5000 million US dollars."

“Now, we are no longer followers, but are officially on the poker table!”

"Jane, tell the trader immediately that you can spend as much as you can with these 4000 million US dollars!"

"I want to push silver futures to $8 in one fell swoop!"

Infected by Gu Weijun's confidence, Zhen Qianbao stabilized her emotions and pressed the speakerphone: "Miller, Michelle (Bao Yuling), sweep with all your strength, 2.9 US dollar futures, sweep as much as you can !”

"Roger that!"

"Bah!" claps, "Everyone cheer up!"

"The boss has just given instructions, $2.9, you can pay as much as you want!"

"Let's set the price at one go, at least $6!"

"receive."

"Look, boss."

"I'm already so horny!"

"Okay, very good!" "When the short-term futures settlement is completed and everyone performs well, I suggest to the boss that we have a carnival party!"

"Think about it, naked young models posing in front of you, unlimited drinks and big girls."

"what are you waiting for?"

"Uh-oh."

In the entire trading room, everyone seemed to be full of blood, and their eyes were red.

"The Chicago Board of Trade, the City Bank of New York, 400 million, have all taken over."

"Commodity Trading Futures Exchange, Citibank, 600 million, all taken over." "Chicago Board of Trade"

Following Gu Weijun's instructions, Quantum Fund made large purchases, and the price of silver futures on the computer screen immediately began to rise from US$2.9, and reached US$4 again in just one hour.

"How many chips have been used?"

Jane Qianba stepped forward and pressed the speakerphone: "Miller, Mihir, how many chips have you used?"

"Boss, it's much less than we expected. It's just less than 800 million US dollars."

“Boss, what’s the next step?”

Zhen Xibao looked at Gu Weijun, who scratched his chin and made a pause gesture.

"Pause entry and see the subsequent market reaction!"

"Okay, boss!"

Gu Weijun knocked on the table, "Interesting, now it seems that not only us, but also other big players have entered the market."

“Now I just don’t know where the funds come from.”

"Let's go and have a cup of coffee somewhere. At least the price won't be as low as $4 today. How about it? Are you interested in betting $100?"

Taylor's face has recovered, he covered his chest, and his heartbeat gradually stabilized, "I won't bet with you, this is much more exciting than the gambling table in Las Vegas! I can't wait for the price of silver futures Always above $4.”

"In this way, I make money."

"But forget it about going out for coffee. I don't want to leave here."

"I want to keep an eye on my money!"

The same goes for Jean Seberg
"Haha, okay, you two can continue like this if you like. I won't watch the market with you stupidly." Gu Weijun patted the buttocks of the two women respectively, stretched out his hand, and Zhen Qian came up and gave him his coat. He puts it on.

"I have told you a long time ago, whether it is futures or stocks, the most important thing is whether it is on the poker table, not these superficial curves and bullshit analysis."

"After you get to the poker table, you have to observe your opponent keenly. You don't have to know who he is, but if you get to the poker table, you still don't know who is losing money."

"Haha, you must be the one who loses the money!"

Gu Weijun's words made Taylor roll his eyes, "That's the only bad thing about you Chinese, you don't speak clearly at all!"

“It’s been going around and around, who doesn’t know that he’s on the card table right after entering the venue?”

"I only know if I have more or less money, I don't care who loses."

"So," Gu Weijun opened the door and turned around with a smile, "You must always lose money, and occasionally you only win once or twice."

"Remember to watch the news!"

After saying that, Gu Weijun left without looking back. This office was separated from the Quantum Fund and had separate entrances and exits and elevators.

Maintaining a sense of mystery was something Gu Weijun and Jean Seberg had agreed upon in advance, not because of Gu Weijun, but because Taylor and Jean Seberg might have decent acting skills as actors, but in the futures market or the stock market.
With millions and tens of millions of funds fluctuating at every turn, their acting skills are not enough, and their beauty has long since faded.
How is it possible to hold on to Wall Street veterans like Quantum Fund?

After Gu Weijun left Wall Street, he drove directly to Columbia University. It had been so long, but Jiang Wanhua still had no news for him, and the phone calls in the middle were all hesitant.
At this time, Jiang Wanhua should be teaching students. Gu Weijun asked people all the way to a small classroom and pushed in through the back door.

Jiang Wanhua is drawing freehand on a blackboard and explaining the characteristics of Chinese and Western architecture.

"Look, the architecture of a place must be a reflection of local culture. For example, the Forbidden City in the capital of China embodies the spirit of the unity of nature and man in Eastern culture."

".Okay, get out of class is over!"

The students packed their schoolbags and left the classroom in twos and threes, looking at Gu Weijun with curious eyes.

Gu Weijun stood up with a smile on his face, "Wanhua!"

(End of this chapter)