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After returning from the Savoy Hotel, the Pan-Asia Fund began to sell short-selling activities with great fanfare, especially on the North Sea Brent light crude oil futures in London, where they placed short orders close to US$10 billion. .

However, the supposedly sensitive oil futures market was unexpectedly unresponsive, which meant that there were shadows of other financial companies in it, and the partners of Pan Asia Fund suddenly became anxious.

To make matters worse, since the Pan-Asian Fund surfaced, the financial media has begun to pay attention to them.

The famous "Financial Times" even sent reporters to interview.

In London, journalists are the last guys to offend. They can do anything for news, and they are rarely restricted by the authorities.

The well-known wiretapping cases in later generations represent the attitude of British journalists. They dared to wiretap the cabinet ministers, the queen's residence, and the prime minister's residence... In China, this is something that is unimaginable or would not even be considered.

In London, the arrogance of media reporters is even more conceivable.

From politicians to civilians, no British person has a good opinion of this kind of guy who wants to make trouble for nothing, and he often criticizes the media industry.The strange thing is that British politicians and British civilians rarely encounter individual reporters without being cowardly.

The same goes for local Aboriginal recreation.

Although he is already the president of the large-scale British Global Petroleum Company, in the face of the famous reporter of the famous "Financial Times", Kangle finally decided to take her to the Kangle Building for an interview.

Therefore, BP Global Petroleum sent two low-key MG sedans, one for Kangle and one for the Financial Times, hoping to enter the financial city quietly without the sound of firecrackers.

The reporters and cameramen of the "Financial Times" seemed to acquiesce in Kang Le's low-key, until before departure, Dilia, a beautiful Times reporter with light blonde hair, suddenly got out of the car door and wrote "ft" on both sides of the car door with spray paint.

In the City of London, the most popular newspaper is of course the Financial Times. No one would interpret "ft" as fat (fat meat), and Kang Le's eyes widened at that time.

If such a car drives under the Kangle Building, doesn't it mean that the Pan Asia Fund has been sold?

While asking someone to dispatch other vehicles, he looked at the other party complainingly and said, "You can't..."

"Let's go." Dilia patted the roof of the car, and the fat MG rushed forward.

It would be useless for Kang Le to get in the car and chase after him. He can't really direct a speeding car.

Inside the Kangle Building, there was a busy scene.

Locally recruited employees and elites recruited from other places poured in and out of the corridor, like the tide in the afternoon, full of impact.

Dilia tied her hair up casually, greeted the cameraman, and rushed in. She couldn't get through the security door, and interviewed passers-by in the hall.

Kang Le himself arrived behind, sighed, and asked the front desk: "Where is Chairman Su?"

"Su Dong didn't come today." The front desk also knew him.

Kang Le shrugged to Delia: "Su Cheng is not here."

Dilia rolled her eyes and said, "Where's your futures trader? I want to interview him.

Kang Le hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go to the top floor."

The Financial Times is different after all, especially now that the web is still in its infancy and the print media is experiencing its final glory.If you don't give this beautiful reporter something useful, Kang Le is even more worried that she will play recklessly.

Under the leadership of Kang Le, Di Liya successfully met Qi Xiao and the three main traders. Unfortunately, Qi Xiao, who supervised the transaction, was very bored and kicked them out without any courtesy.

"The indoor trader is the largest in the ** market." Kang Le said that there was no way.

"It's understandable, they're under too much pressure." Dilia's London voice was quite pleasant, and she said forcefully: "I just looked at it, and they seem to have collected a lot of information, which is different from the financial companies I've seen before. different."

"Pan Asia Fund is not a traditional futures financial company. The way they operate futures is mainly based on information from the oil industry." Kangle explained casually.

"You must be very confident in your intelligence capabilities. If you hold a short position of 10 billion US dollars, will there be greater pressure?" Dilia looked around and interviewed Kang Le.In fact, she is not very interested in the president of this British company. For the reporter of the Financial Times, there are still many opportunities to interview the CEO of an oil company. On the contrary, an Asian super rich is more in line with the impact of news reports. .

From the perspective of the British, the local tyrants in the Middle East, South America or China all have a lot to write about.

Kangle blinked and asked, "How do you know we have a $10 billion short order?"

Dilia smiled: "I did some homework in the past few days. It's not hard to get news about the Pan Asia Fund now, but it's a little difficult to identify. From this point of view, the Pan Asia Fund does hold an empty order of 10 billion US dollars ?”

"You have to ask Director Su about this." Although Kang Le is also an experienced company president, he is still a bit overwhelmed in front of the radiant beauty.

It should be said that he really didn't want to ruin his image.

"Let me help you ask where Chairman Su is." Kang Le didn't wait for Dilia to ask, and offered to help.For Pan Asia Fund, an interview is also meaningful, and it will not let all kinds of news fly all over the sky.

Kang Le asked all the way, and within 2 minutes, a fat man with rolling eyes came to him, and said in Beijing-style English: "I know where Chairman Su is."

"Where is it?" Kang Le suddenly turned around, and then looked at the Chinese in front of him with slightly suspicious eyes.

This guy's eyes are too thief.

"You want to find him?" The fat man chuckled, not knowing that his image was slipping to the bottom.

"of course."

"You have to take me with you."

Kang Le frowned and asked, "Why?"

"I'm his friend. However, this guy values ​​sex over friends. He went to find delicious food by himself, leaving me alone in the company. It's too boring." The fat man was Huang Ping, who had just arrived in London for a few days.

These days, it is not so easy for Chinese people to go abroad. Not to mention the cumbersome procedures for passports and passports, various certificates are often attached.Huang Ping heard that Dahua Industrial was in London, so he naturally wanted to come and have fun, but Shulan was also in London, so Sioux City had no choice but to let it go.

Kangle's face was wrinkled, and he thought to himself: It's normal to eat food in London, no matter how bad the city is, there are always some food, but after so many days of looking for food...does London really have food?

... (To be continued.)