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Listening to the conversation between Kang Le and Xiaopang, Di Liya's eyes lit up, and she asked, "It's okay to take you with me. Are you familiar with Chairman Su?"

"Of course, I'm quite familiar with him. He's still my master." Xiaopang looked at his professional attire that looked like a close-fitting dress, and the tips of his pale golden hair, feeling as if his little heart was being scratched, and couldn't help it more. say.

Dilia was secretly happy. Whether it was the print media or the TV media, they all liked to know the stories behind the characters. She immediately said affectionately, "That's great. Let's go there now. Can I ask you questions on the way?"

"No problem." Xiaopang laughed with his double chin trembling.

"What's the problem?" Another door in the corridor opened, but it was Qin Yun who came out wearing glasses.

Xiaopang's complexion changed suddenly, and in an instant he showed a sense of justice, and said in Chinese: "Isn't this a foreign reporter who inquired about Su Dong's news, and then wanted to see our photos together, so I said no problem, we are not Can’t meet people, just look at photos when you look at photos.”

Qin Yun glanced at Dilia, and found that she was a beautiful young female reporter. She grabbed Xiaopang's face without hesitation and said, "Are you going to be so enthusiastic? Ask an old man, and you will show him the photos?"

"I'm not obsessed with ghosts for a while... It hurts, it hurts..." Xiaopang jumped to his feet when he was grabbed by Qin Yun's shrew, and said repeatedly: "If you don't watch it, don't watch it. Let's just pretend that we haven't seen her."

Qin Yun let out a "hum", let go of his ears and said, "You can't be rude."

After finishing speaking, she turned to talk to Delia.

Xiaopang was secretly worried, and stood behind Qin Yun, looking at Dilia with a confused expression.

The female Times reporter laughed secretly, thinking: Asian men are no different from European men.

However, she didn't come here today to help people have conflicts, and she didn't continue with the photos or anything. As soon as the topic changed, she inquired about Su Cheng's news.

Qin Yun looked at Xiaopang suspiciously, but the topic was still diverted by the female reporter.

A few hours later, two cars with huge "ft" letters on them saw Sioux City on a small road in the Financial City.

"Grilled ribs, do you want to eat?" Su Cheng held a pork rib in one hand, and his mouth was full of oil.

The female reporter saw that it was good, even if it was a serious financial newspaper, there should be some serious jokes, so she called the photographer to take pictures, but two people in the shape of bodyguards appeared at the door, blocking the position without any gap.

"I'm a reporter from the Financial Times." Dilia immediately identified herself.

Two Azerbaijani bodyguards waved their hands to the photographer, and signaled for Dilia to enter.

The photographer frowned and said in a rigid Cockney accent, "I have the right to shoot."

Seeing this, Kang Le retorted: "The other party also has the right not to accept your filming. Reporter Dilia, if you want to continue the interview, please follow the interviewee's wishes."

Of course he wanted to speak from the standpoint of Su Cheng.

The photographer stared, and was afraid of the bodyguard's thick body, and was at a loss.

Su Cheng ignored them and shouted, "Let Huang Ping come in first."

Xiaopang smiled "hehe", squeezed into the small shop, wiped his hands with a square towel on the table, stared at the ribs and said: "I thought how far you have traveled, Master, so close, just say hello, I Come here soon."

"Didn't you just come here? How did you find me?" Su Cheng continued to bite nonchalantly. Shu Lan sat opposite him, cutting the ribs with a knife and fork gracefully, at a speed faster than Su Cheng's. .

"Master, I have a good appetite. I'll pour you a drink." The chubby dog ​​ran up to add wine to Shu Lan's glass, then turned around and smiled at Su Cheng: "Your trip, after a while If you don’t, you have to report it to the office, otherwise you won’t be able to find it if you look for it…”

Su Cheng said "Oh", nodded and said, "Okay, let's sit down and eat. Boss, another plate of meat."

The owner of the shop, an Irishman, obliged loudly and began to carve up steaks in the kitchen.

Dilia appeased the cameraman, walked into the store, and stretched out her hand with a smile: "Hello, Chairman Su Cheng, I am Dilia, a reporter from the Financial Times. I want to interview you, is that okay?"

"What do you want to interview?" Su Cheng didn't wipe off his greasy hands.

"I think many readers are interested in knowing about Pan Asia Fund's short-selling behavior in the crude oil market."

"News from the Pan Asia Fund?" Su Cheng raised his head with a half-smile, the corners of his mouth were covered with black pepper.

Dilia is a woman with a slight obsession with cleanliness, but she can only pretend not to see this matter. She bowed her head and said, "Yes, what does Chairman Su think about the trend of the oil market? What will happen to the empty orders held by heavy warehouses? "

Su Cheng ate up the ribs in his hand, wiped his mouth with his own square towel, and said, "We will either wait for the price of crude oil to fall to close the position, or we will send the crude oil to the delivery warehouse."

"But the empty orders you hold seem to exceed Dahua Industrial's crude oil production. That is to say, Dahua Industrial must liquidate part of its positions. Am I right?" The understanding of the financial industry is the biggest reliance. After a little calculation, she went on to say: "For an empty order of 10 billion US dollars, all delivery needs to deliver 5000 million barrels of crude oil to the delivery warehouse. Qijiu Oilfield may not be able to provide such a large amount of crude oil in a short period of time. Therefore, closing at least part of the position is a choice that Pan Asia Fund must make."

5000 million barrels of crude oil is a quarter of the production capacity of Shengli Oilfield. If it is to be delivered, the ships must be prepared, which is indeed not an easy goal to achieve.

Kangle also looked at Su Cheng.

He calmly picked up a rib and said, "Delivery or liquidation is the choice of Fanya Club."

"Could it be that Dahua Industrial...well, Pan Asia Fund still controls a part of China's crude oil production capacity?" The female reporter instantly thought of a better news topic.

Su Cheng smiled noncommittally, and continued to eat ribs.

According to the agreement, the oil storage equipment of the China-Kazakhstan oil pipeline does belong to Sioux City. If the control of part of the pipeline is added, he can indeed obtain crude oil production capacity from China.

However, this part of crude oil cannot be simply used for futures delivery. In fact, due to the increasing demand for crude oil in China, China itself is a pure crude oil importer, and it is not economical to re-export crude oil. Close the position.

Dilia made a lot of associations, and seeing that Su Cheng was not interested in being interviewed, she simply turned her target to Shulan.

She is a very talkative woman, and with the information that she has studied Shulan, the atmosphere in the small shop quickly became lively.

Su Cheng and Huang Ping ate meat indifferently, only President Kangle sat beside him nervously, afraid that Shu Lan would reveal any secrets.

Chatting and chatting, the cameraman began to drill into the small shop again, and shouted between the two bodyguards: "The newspaper office calls, the market has changed."

"What's the situation?" Delia ran over at once.

The cameraman whispered softly: "The Pan Asia Fund bought another $1 million crude oil short order."

"Buy again?" Dilia was taken aback. After asking clearly, she turned to look at Su Cheng and asked, "Are you really the chairman of Su Cheng?"

"of course."

"Then why did the Pan Asia Fund just buy a 1 million US dollar short order of crude oil? Without your permission?"

Su Cheng curled his lips and said, "So, I am not in charge of Pan Asia Fund, I am just an investor."

"Then who's deciding."

Su Cheng smiled without saying a word.The Pan Asia Fund is naturally in power by him.However, continuing to buy short is an established decision, but he doesn't need to do everything himself.

Dilia thought about it, and Kang Le frowned, and asked softly, "Is it really short again for another 1 million dollars?"

"Yes." Dilia said first, and Su Cheng nodded slowly.

Kang Le coughed twice, hesitated and said, "Is this really Dong Su's decision?"

Su Cheng nodded again.

He said softly, "I don't seem to have received any news."

"Isn't the decision to build a warehouse passed?" The seven-member committee must at least inform other people of the decision.

Kang Le shook his head, and said, "I thought $10 billion was the preparation for opening a position."

"Then why are we preparing so much money?" Su Cheng asked rhetorically.

Kang Le was speechless, and said after a while: "No, I don't agree with large-scale opening of positions before the general trend you explained appears."

"It's a decision that has been passed."

Kang Le thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I want to reconvene the committee."

"Calling people from several countries to London?"

"It can also be held in other cities. Anyway, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is already a lot to continue building positions to 11 billion U.S. dollars. I request that the investment in this area be postponed." Kangle has always been a cautious person. Different, he is more withdrawn and reserved.

Stars flashed in Di Liya's eyes, and she cried secretly: It's going to be internal strife, it's going to be internal strife, it's great!

Now she can't wait to pull out her notebook and start writing a press release.

Su Cheng was also a little surprised by Kang Le's fierce attitude, put down what he was holding, and said seriously: "If you don't build a warehouse, the profit is so low, there is no need to do this at all, um, Ah Er, send Miss Dilia go out."

The last sentence is his newly learned Russian, and his articulation is not very clear, but it is enough for the bodyguard comrades in Azerbaijan to understand.

Dilia, who was pricking her ears, said "ah" and was taken out by the rude bodyguards.

In the room, the discussions between Su Cheng and Kangle became more and more intense.

This is the first conflict that broke out after the establishment of the Pan Asia Fund.

A month's investment without seeing any results will put great psychological pressure on everyone. Sioux City is used to this kind of pressure, and the happiness of the fifth or sixth generation of the rich will not be certain.

He would rather make less money, and also hope that the funds will be safe, but because he is in the oil industry, it is difficult to withstand the temptation.

Joining the Pan-Asian Fund is a jump for British Global Petroleum, which means that they really have the possibility to go global.And this premise is that you can't find it without losing money.

It didn't take long for Sioux City to notice the insistence of the British, and finally agreed: "Then convene a committee."

"You're going to stop building positions until there's a superfield, right?"

"I'll explain the situation." Sioux City would naturally not agree. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Once the emergence of a super oil field is proved, even if it tries to conceal it, there will not be enough time to liquidate most of the funds into empty orders.

Kang Le left the shop like an old gentleman.

Xiaopang thought for a long time, and after Qin Yun's explanation, he finally figured out what was going on. He spat at Kang Le's back and said, "It's okay. At worst, let him quit. Let me make up the money?"

"How much can you have." Su Cheng shook his hand.

Xiaopang said unconvinced: "Don't say it, I can't get more than a billion dollars, and a dozen yuan is easy to talk about."

Qin Yun asked suspiciously: "Didn't you have more than 6 million in the last accounting?"

Xiaopang's calf trembled: "Haha, haha, is it? Is it..."

... (To be continued.)