Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chapter 139 Brother Mo, you've become the richest man in the country!

[This is just something I wrote, don't take it too seriously.]

The next day at noon, four black Maybachs parked in front of the resort.

Shen Yi, Han Ziang, and Zhou Zitao each brought two female companions and rode in their respective cars.

The women were all dressed to the nines, each one more exquisite than the last, with high heels, sunglasses, and limited-edition bags; none of them wanted to be outdone.

Chen Mo led Wang Yuxuan and Lin Jing out, limping, leaving only two red dots on the bed.

The two women looked even better than yesterday, with radiant skin. They were bare-faced and wearing ordinary dresses, which made them stand out even more among a group of heavily made-up women.

Shen Yi personally opened the back door of the middle car, and Chen Mo got in, followed by the two women.

Four cars drove away from the resort one after another, heading towards Financial Street.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an office building.

Shen Yi led the way, and the group entered the elevator and went straight to the top floor.

Han Zi'ang had dark circles under his eyes.

"Brother Mo, to be honest, none of the three of us slept well last night. If we lose 1.5 billion, we'll have to go back to our regular jobs."

Chen Mo looked at his full head of silver hair.

"You're going back to work? Sitting in an office? Can you handle that?"

"I panicked because I couldn't take it anymore! If we lose all this money, it will take us three years to recover."

Shen Yi spoke up from the side.

"He's been eyeing a luxury yacht for three years, just waiting for this opportunity to make money and fulfill his dream."

Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder.

"Yachts are too cheap, not worth it. This time I'll make some money and buy a bigger one, with a helipad."

Han Zi'ang said:

"Brother Mo, we're all counting on you this time. But to be honest, you're willing to invest 30 billion US dollars, while our 1.5 billion is like pocket money. If the sky falls, you take the blame first, and we'll just get the scraps."

Zhou Zitao rarely cracked a joke.

"Brother Mo, my soup bowl is ready."

Chen Mo glanced at the three of them, speaking casually.

"The market is doing well today, so I'll just make a few trades. You can follow along."

It's normal that Shen Yi and the other two didn't completely trust him. He didn't need to explain. With his advanced stock trading skills, stock trading was incredibly simple, and it was impossible for him to lose money!

As soon as the elevator doors open, you are greeted by a full glass curtain wall, offering a panoramic view of the Financial Street.

Upon entering the hall, the door was locked, and everyone turned off and handed in their mobile phones.

Hundreds of traders were already in place in the trading hall, each with three screens in front of them, and the sound of keyboards clicking was dense and orderly.

This is the headquarters of Shen Yi and his two companions' investment company; the entire floor has been converted into a trading center.

There is also an entertainment and rest area, where all the female companions go.

Chen Mo sat down in the main seat, in front of him was a huge screen that occupied an entire wall, scrolling through the real-time trend of crude oil futures.

Han Ziang leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, while Zhou Zitao stood beside him and rubbed his fingers together.

Shen Yi handed over two sets of account information.

"Brother Mo, everything is ready. Our account has 1.5 billion RMB, fully leveraged. Your account has received 30 billion USD, independent seat, latency less than 0.1 milliseconds."

Three hundred billion US dollars.

The entire trading room fell silent for a moment.

The traders stopped typing and turned to look at the main position.

The person in charge walked over quickly, took the documents, and glanced at the balance figure on the screen: 30 billion US dollars, followed by a string of zeros.

He counted it once, and then counted it again.

After fifteen years as a trader, I've never seen a personal account with 30 billion US dollars before.

"Brother Mo, operate both accounts simultaneously. Log out your account first. The positions are ready, and you can issue instructions at any time."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, watching the crude oil futures price movements on the screen.

"For the first wave, try a small long position. Close the position one minute before the data is released, don't gamble on the data. After the data is released, wait for a bullish signal, then go all in."

The person in charge said.

"receive."

At 3 PM, both accounts simultaneously initiated small long positions in crude oil futures. Positions were established around $60, with the position size controlled at 10% of the total capital.

The price fluctuated between 60 and 61.

The sound of keyboards clicking was dense yet restrained in the trading room. The person in charge stared at the screen, his fingers clenched in his palm.

Han Zi'ang leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"It's starting already?"

Shen Yi didn't speak, he just stared at the numbers flashing on the screen.

At 8:25 p.m., Chen Mo instructed both accounts to simultaneously close all long positions.

With small positions and modest profits, Shen Yi's account earned approximately 80 million US dollars, while Chen Mo's account earned approximately 160 million US dollars.

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief; at least they hadn't lost money.

This sum of six hundred million US dollars is just a warm-up for Chen Mo.

At 8:30, the EIA data was released on time.

Crude oil inventories unexpectedly decreased by 3 million barrels, far exceeding market expectations of an increase of 1.5 million barrels.

This is bullish for crude oil.

The price of crude oil on the screen suddenly jumped from 60.5 to 61, and then to 61.5.

The proportion of short positions has dropped rapidly from 83%!

81, 76, 68, 52.

The entire market is frantically covering short positions; for every percentage point drop, the price jumps up by one level.

Zhou Zitao stood up and stared at the screen.

"The proportion of short positions is decreasing rapidly..."

Chen Mo put down his teacup; his voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"Two accounts, fully invested in long positions, go all in at once."

Hundreds of traders were operating simultaneously, the sound of keyboards clicking deafeningly.

Chen Mo's account led the way, with eight times leverage and $240 billion in funds, crushing all market resistance like a bulldozer.

The price jumped from 62 to 63 to 64 to 65, a violent surge all the way up.

Shen Yi and the other two followed closely behind, rushing forward along the passage Chen Mo had opened.

Rows of transaction data popped up on the screen, with numbers like 66, 67, and 68 rising and falling as the buying pressure increased.

No one spoke in the entire trading room; only the sounds of keyboards and breathing filled the room.

Han Ziang clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, staring intently at the fluctuating numbers, barely daring to breathe.

Shen Yi gripped his pants tightly, his breathing becoming rapid!

The price has remained stable above $68.

Chen Mo's voice rang out again.

"Close all long positions and exit the market!"

Once the instruction was issued, hundreds of traders operated simultaneously, executing trades in batches.

Real-time profit data pops up instantly and is displayed synchronously on the projected screen.

Shen Yi's account grew from 15 billion to 62 billion, a net profit of 47 billion.

Chen Mo's account grew from 300 billion to 520 billion, a net profit of 220 billion US dollars!

Dead!

For a full three seconds, the entire trading hall was completely silent.

The next second, the suppressed emotions completely erupted!

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Awooo!!!!"

"Awesome!!!"

Han Ziang stared at the 62 billion figure on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times.

Shen Yi lit a cigarette, his finger lingering on the lighter for a moment before pressing it.

The person in charge looked at the account balance, then looked at Shen Yi and Chen Mo.

"Boss, 6.2 billion! Five hundred and twenty billion US dollars!"

Before anyone could react, Chen Mo gave the order.

"Go short, open a position around 68.5. Both accounts, fully short."

The person in charge was taken aback.

Short selling? The bullish trend is still intact...

"Execute the command!"

Chen Mo interrupted him directly.

The person in charge glanced at Shen Yi, and Shen Yi nodded.

He gritted his teeth and gave the command into the headset.

A massive short order of over 200 billion US dollars crashed the market!

The price immediately dropped from 68.5.

68.3, 68.1, 67.8.

The decline accelerated, and retail investors and small and medium-sized institutions that had just bought in were all trapped. Panic selling surged, further driving down prices.

Prices plummeted from 67 to 66 to 65.

Lin Jing stood up, poured a cup of tea, and brought it to Chen Mo.

"Brother Mo, the tea's gone cold."

Chen Mo nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

All short positions are closed.

New profit data refreshed the screen.

Shen Yi's account grew from 62 billion to 128 billion, a net profit of 66 billion.

Chen Mo's account grew from 520 billion to 960 billion, a net profit of 440 billion US dollars.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

The person in charge had to hold onto the table to steady himself, staring wide-eyed at the final numbers on the screen.

The entire trading hall was silent for a good ten seconds!

Shen Yi's voice trembled as he spoke.