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19:10. .

There are still minutes until the manual market closes.

Everyone in the crude oil futures exchange fell into tension and pressure.The reporter's typing became softer.

Only one person holds a taco, relaxed as if on a tour.

The so-called everyone is busy and I am alone, only Comrade Xiaopang.

Fatty really didn't know what happened, or what was about to happen.As a successful person of the younger generation in China, who became a billionaire through getting something for nothing, Comrade Xiaopang will not let the complicated futures trading consume his brain cells. Like a tourist, he looked around curiously, and then asked Qin Yun said: "Honey, is anyone taking a portrait?"

"Tell me in detail." Although Qin Yun is an elite Bai Fumei, he has long since stopped trying to understand Comrade Xiaopang's leaping thinking.

Fatty took a bite of the taco, and said vaguely: "Look at Master, he has been motionless for half an hour. If there is no portrait, why would he be a sculpture model?"

This is the first jump level.

Qin Yun patted his forehead and said, "Your master is thinking."

"Thinking about what?" Chubby took another bite of the taco.

"Today is the key, of course we have to think about it."

"Two days ago you also said it was the key." Fatty didn't care.

Qin Yun hesitated, and then asked curiously: "You made money, do you know?"

"I know..." Xiaopang dragged his voice, and said proudly: "Based on my experience, if you follow Master, you can make money without thinking about anything. Therefore, if he makes money, I will make money. Let me tell you, Master." The meat I ate was big, and the soup I gave was oilier than others, like slow-cooked beef, and what floated on top was the thickest and thickest juice..."

"And you drank it all?"

"Master eats meat and apprentice drinks soup. It's only right and proper. Besides, I'll just take a sip."

Qin Yun squinted her eyes like a cat: "Do you know how much you have earned by taking this small bite?"

"That... must be a lot." Xiaopang took a third bite in satisfaction, and a palm-length taco disappeared.

This shows that his palms are shorter than ordinary people.

Qin Yun stared at the chubby classmate like a mouse for a long time, then his mind jumped, and he said in a vicious voice: "If you dare to spend time outside and play tricks every time, I will let you leave the house!"

Xiaopang was slightly startled, and then said with a more superb jumping surname: "My money is your money, you don't need to find other women to rape me."

If Qin Yun's thinking jump is at the level of an athlete, Xiaopang's thinking jump is at the level of a goat.

Qin Yunhaoxuan showed a smile, a cover-up, showing his canine teeth, and said slowly: "You don't need other women, just take out a first-aid kit, give me 3 minutes, and I can bandage your wound."

Xiaopang was shocked: "Are you leaving the house clean? This is entering the palace... Forget it, let's talk about it, how much did Master help me earn?"

"Luck!" Qin Yun commented first, and Fang said: "Your money and Aliyev's money are counted together, 0% profit, earned..."

"2 million dollars?" Fatty took the lead this time.

Qin Yun flattened her mouth: "Almost. Do you know what Su Dong is doing now? Sit down obediently. One decision now can make you 1000 million more and 1000 million less."

"That must be 1000 million more." Xiaopang said twice, and said happily: "When I invested money, everyone was unwilling to invest, thinking that I would lose money, so I threw the money into the water , the result... Look, it's only been a few days of work, and the income has doubled...I think..."

"What do you think?"

"I think... I am the protagonist." Xiaopang raised his head proudly.

"What did you say?" Qin Yun didn't hear the last sentence at all.

Xiaopang turned his head and saw, yes, Su Cheng stood up.

"Let the vultures buy publicly, at a slower rate, but not too slow." Su Cheng directly gave the order, still in English.

The submitter did not hesitate to notify, he had no right to question, and the exchange was racing against time, so he did not allow hesitation.

Qin Yun frowned in surprise, shook off Xiaopang, and went up to remind Qi Xiao.

In fact, she didn't need to remind, Qi Xiao had already gone up to remind Su Cheng.However, he bypassed others and asked Su Cheng in a low voice: "Will this make them alert?"

"They should have woken up a long time ago. Now it's time to scare them. It's up to them to decide whether to throw it away or not."

Now, Sioux City naturally hopes to see more and more sell-offs, instead of blocking them in the door like a few days ago.After all, this time is the real lowest price.

The gentlemen of Multiparty aren't sure, though.

They have determined the lowest price many times. At 18.22 dollars, they thought it was absolutely impossible for the oil price to fall to 17 dollars. At 16 dollars, they thought it was absolutely impossible for the oil price to fall to 15 dollars. Nobody believed that oil prices would enter the $15 space.

In the end, crude oil still reached the range of 14 dollars a barrel.

Whether it will enter the $13 range is anyone's guess.

Sioux City can wait, let the members of many parties suffer for themselves, and then make a decision.Some people will close their positions in advance, and some people will close their positions later. This is also the safest way for Pan Asia Fund.

But from the bottom of his heart, Su Cheng is more willing to take the initiative.

This is also because his current situation is relatively good, and he has plenty of strength to put pressure on the opponent.

Qi Xiao nodded silently, his eyes froze.

Time is running out, and now it is time for many parties to be anxious.

19 points.

Milton the vulture got the instruction, thought about it, and immediately laughed.

For an executive trader, there is joy in making money, and it is joy in making others depressed.

After brewing for two seconds, Comrade Vulture shouted in the highest pitch of his life: "Buy, 1000 lots."

With crude oil futures speculation at this level, everyone is looking forward and backward, and entering 10 barrels of crude oil at a time is not a small amount.

The trader next to him habitually looked over and calculated the size of Fanya's funds in his mind.

Then, it was discovered that the vulture's hand was retracted inward.

"This is a buy!" the trader muttered to himself, and then his eyes widened.

The traders of Sumitomo Trading Co., Ltd. were also stunned.

Next, everything in the trading pool became quiet.

In this multi-air battle, the multi-party is constantly changing.

Sumitomo Corporation, Industrial Bank, and the fleeting Citigroup, and Enron, which has been here twice, etc., but the short side is actually a big head, a pan-Asian fund composed of seven companies.

In a few days, the Pan Asia Fund, which was once regarded as an outsider by traders, seemed to have become an eternal existence.

When Pan Asia Fund ended short selling and started buying, this was undoubtedly the biggest event in this exchange.

Matsumoto waited for tens of seconds to see this scene.

In his mind, a word popped up in an instant: General.

"Minister, what should I do?" The junior and intermediate traders of Sumitomo Trading Co., Ltd. were also anxious.

Countless thoughts flashed through Matsumoto's mind.

But under the current situation, the conclusion reached is not so much a decision as a guess.

However, as the saying goes, the worst decision is better than no decision.

In the futures market, there is still an intersection between this sentence and the truth.

Matsumoto had to and could only make a decision.

"Close the position." Matsumoto's tone was heavy.

"Minister!" Several traders shouted out.Closing a position means selling all long orders, and the loss is no longer a book loss.

Matsumoto reached out his hand to stop their shouting, and said, "Go ahead."

In his heart, he had already begun to think about how to shirk responsibility on Hirano. Everything about the London International Futures Exchange had nothing to do with him and Sumitomo.

... (To be continued.)