The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 579 The Money Loss Plan Goes Bankrupt

The next day, the newspaper came out.

2 billion!
Breathtaking!

The general public looked at the newspaper and shed envious saliva, they are so rich, you bastards!

Why is this bastard not me?

The news about Boss Li’s interview is actually very veiled, because it has to cooperate with the inland police’s case-handling process, and some incidents of pulling carrots and mud are still under investigation, so the specific cases have not been disclosed.

There is no matter, no name, only five words, Interpol.

At first, the citizens who read the newspaper were a little confused. Was Boss Li’s foreign oil field or real estate company robbed?
Then a careful person found out.

"Isn't Zhou Yu, sir, Zhou just transferred to the Interpol Department?"

"Oh, that's no wonder."

Everyone immediately understood, there was no need to guess, it must be Sir Zhou who made the move again, but this time the police did not announce it, probably not to solve the case, but to stop the crime and protect Boss Li's property, so Boss Li spent money to thank him.

The wisdom of the masses is infinite, and the guesses are almost inseparable.

Li Wenbin felt chest pain when he saw the newspaper, wow!brat!No wonder it is so generous, 500 becomes 1000.

Still think less!
Boss Li's newspaper clearly stated that he heard that some departments' monitoring facilities were not good, and 5000 million of them was specially used to aid construction in this area.

One point for each of the five companies is 5 million, 3000 million!
Li Wenbin didn't go to the office early in the morning, and went to the Interpol Department when he saw the newspaper diverted.

Today he didn't plan to ask for face anymore, since there is no money in his face, no matter what, he would ask for another 1000, so he chose to walk in with a calm face, it would be better to ask for money.

Pushing open the door of Zhou Yu's office, he saw Lao Ye with the same stern face.

Li Wenbin: "."

Lao Ye: "."

"Why did you come so early?" Li Wenbin asked.

"The early bird gets the worm," Old Ye replied.

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"It's inappropriate for both of you to have dark faces, and you can't hide it from him," Li Wenbin said.

"You can't hide a bad face from him," Lao Ye added.

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"What about the kid?" Li Wenbin asked.

Only Lao Ye sat alone on the sofa in the office.

"It seems that we didn't hide from him that we will come." Old Ye replied.

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"Wait!" Li Wenbin walked over, looked at Lao Ye's big butt with a sullen face, and said, "Move over."

"Are you going to squeeze with me? Isn't there a seat over there?"

Although Zhou Yu's office is not as luxurious as the headquarters, there is still a multi-person sofa.

"It's more oppressive when two people are together."

"It makes sense." Lao Ye thought for a while, then moved his butt.

Li Wenbin sat down with a golden knife on his horse, and continued to sulk.

This sinking is an hour.

It's more than half an hour past work time.
"Will he stop coming?" Li Wenbin frowned.

"It's possible." Lao Ye laughed.

Bang dong dong, the door was opened, Ge grabbed the doorknob, and smiled at the two assistant directors: "Both sirs, Sir Zhou is on leave today."

Old Ye Chichi laughed: "I said this kid can guess."

Li Wenbin sighed and smiled helplessly: "You're too smart to avoid us on purpose."

Gege chuckled: "But Sir Zhou said, he left something on the table for the two big sirs."

"Oh?" Lao Ye's eyes lit up.

Li Wenbin was much more decisive. He got up and walked directly to the table. There was a file on it in the center. He picked it up intuitively and opened it, and a note appeared.

It read: "There are boxes under the table, a box of 500 million."

Li Wenbin quickly walked around behind the table, and there were four silver suitcases here, which he didn't usually notice, but now they looked very dazzling.

"Shall we take one box or two?" Li Wenbin was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Of course there are two boxes. Besides us, do you think anyone else has the nerve to come?" Lao Ye smiled, picked up the two boxes indifferently, and felt comfortable.

The subtext, the two of us are the ones who can make you lose face. Li Wenbin picked it up without changing his face: "He won't starve to death if he doesn't become a policeman, and he can change his career to tell fortunes, so let's go."

"Let's go together, let's go together." Lao Ye followed with a smile.

"The two big sirs walk slowly."

Gege sent each other with a smile, each big sir had a box in his left hand and a box in his right hand, shining silver, this picture is really beautiful.

"Boss, you are too powerful, you have managed the two big sirs submissively." As soon as they left the house, Gege immediately called to report.

I'm really convinced, I've never seen a big sir come to the door without showing his face, and he can send people away happily.

"Hehe, just go."

Being in a hurry is not a business, and if you take it yourself, you have to owe him a favor.

"It's already gone, can't you come back, or will someone else come?" Grid asked.

All the boxes have been taken away, and he can't deal with anyone who comes again.

"Not coming back, sir is busy, call me if there is something urgent."

Zhou Yu hung up the phone, picked up the last shrimp dumpling, put it in his mouth, paid the money, and drove to the stock exchange.

It's time to start the money loss plan again. He has only invested 200 million yuan in the money he earned from selling the house, as well as wages and bonuses. There is still more than 500 million yuan in this money.

When the police really make money, the superintendent makes even more money. He now has a guaranteed monthly salary of more than [-] yuan, which does not include subsidies and case-solving bonuses.

However, for a person who has never traded in stocks, it seems a bit weird to invest all his wealth in stocks at one time.

So Zhou Yu had to come many times, raise again and again, and finally lost money many times, until August with a stud, it seemed very normal to make a profit.

Zhou Yu is unremittingly optimistic about the stock market, who doesn't know in Xiangjiang?What I want is such an effect.

Call the reporters again later and keep letting them spread the word.

Zhou Yu parked the car and walked into the trading hall.

Several staff members have already gone to work, but it is not yet the market opening time, so the aunts and uncles who trade stocks have not come yet, and the hall looks very empty.

Only a few anxious stockholders chatted there, waiting for a big kill or to be killed.

His face was red, and he was very excited.

Stock trading during working hours is as comfortable as shitting with pay.

Zhou Yu walked to the counter with a smile and asked, "Excuse me, help me find out how much money I made from my stocks?"

It must be said so, you can't ask how much money you lost.

The female manager at the counter silently rolled her eyes, and was about to show a professional smirk, guiding the man to operate on the machine, and then saw the man in front of him take off his sunglasses.

"Sir Zhou?!" The female manager smiled unexpectedly.

"Hello." Zhou Yu nodded.

"Please wait a moment, I will check it for you right away." The female manager took the certificate and started to operate immediately.

"Thank you." Zhou Yu smiled.

He is not worried about the decline of the stock, it is all on paper, even if it falls by a dime, as long as it is not sold, there will still be so many stocks.

But the Hang Seng Index futures contract is different. The essence of the contract is to bet against others. Some people are bearish and others are long. This contract can be established.

It is a question of whether there are enough chips in gambling.

When he bought the contract, the Hang Seng Index, which represents the stock market, was at 8100 points, and what he bought was to go up, that is, to go long.

The Hongkong Clearing Center stipulates that for every point change in the Hang Seng Index, short-selling contract investors will receive HK$50 in income from each contract.

So if the index changes to 8000 now, he will pay 8100 yuan for a contract bought at 5000, 7900 for 7100, and [-] for [-].

But he only spent [-] yuan to buy a contract, and if he lost too much, he had to make up money if he didn't have enough chips.

The original contract price is more than that. A contract is about 40. The calculation method is to multiply 50 by the index.

But there is another rule in the contract, which is the margin system. You can buy a contract as long as you pay one-tenth of the money, which is equivalent to being born with ten times leverage.

Zhou Yu spent 100 million, and now he has 25 8100-point contracts in his hand, and the index fell to 7100, so he has to pay 125 million.

If he fell to the lowest point of 6500, he would have to pay 8 yuan for one piece, a total of 200 million yuan.

Of course, I won’t let you pay so much. A small loss of hundreds of thousands will do. I’ll make it back sooner or later. I’ll go according to the plan. There’s nothing wrong with it.

The female manager looked up at Zhou Yu with envy in her eyes: "Congratulations sir, you made a lot of money this time, with a floating profit of more than 180 million."

"What what?" What nonsense are you talking about?Zhou Yu frowned, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Making money is a good thing, but it's not his plan.

The female manager was slightly taken aback by his expression, then glanced at the screen again, and said with a smile: "Sir Zhou, that's right, it's this number."

She also smiled: "Did it not meet your psychological expectations? It doesn't matter, the current market is just right, and it will definitely rise again."

Zhou Yu got up and leaned over to take a look. He was numb. The number displayed by the machine was really a floating profit of more than 180 million. Now his account has more than 380 million.

"No? How come."

Zhou Yu wanted to ask with a puzzled face, but he swallowed the words again. He couldn't ask why the price went up, right?

After thinking about it, Zhou Yu smiled: "Where is your stockbroker, I want to ask him to understand something."

The female manager checked the time, and there was still half an hour before the market opened at 10 o'clock, so she smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Zhou Yu, full of doubts, followed to the door of an office.

"This is our newly promoted gold medal broker. Although he is young, he has high trading skills and high customer satisfaction." The female manager introduced.

"OK, thanks."

dong dong dong.

The female manager knocked on the door and said to the man behind the desk, "Mr. Luo, a client wants to ask you for some information."

"Ah, come in, and help me get a cup of coffee, two cups." Luo Minsheng put down the hamburger in his mouth, got up and wiped his hands with a tissue, and stretched out his hand, "Luo Minsheng, what can I do for you?"

About 30 years old, the suit is expensive, and the dark color looks calm.

The hamburgers he eats are from roadside stalls, and he is not picky about his diet.

No personal items on the table, no framed pictures, no rings on hands, no marriage.

Career-minded and single.

Zhou Yu completed the analysis in an instant, and asked directly: "Hello, Mr. Luo, that's it. I want to increase my investment recently, but I don't know much about the market. Can you explain the current market trend for me?"

Roundabout tactics.

"I don't know how much Sir Zhou's investment amount is?"

"Two million."

"Actually, a busy person like Sir Zhou seldom pays attention to the stock market. He can entrust the funds to us and believe that we can bring you reasonable returns."

Luo Minsheng leaned back, crossed his hands and smiled confidently.

(End of this chapter)