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

After dinner, Ye Jingge did not go out but stayed at the villa to continue his cultivation.

The rest of the group headed straight for the trading room that Shen Yi and his companions had prepared.

The moment Zhao Ming pushed open the trading room door, his entire trading team stood up, their eyes shining as if they had seen a living god of wealth.

"Please sit down."

Chen Mo raised his hand and pressed down, then walked straight to the main seat in the center and sat down.

"Tonight we're trading international crude oil futures. The market is big enough, and the waters are deep enough. Let's make a big profit."

All the traders clenched their fists and looked at Chen Mo with excitement.

Chen Mo lit a cigarette.

"My $90 billion, leveraged five times."

"puff--"

Zhao Ming just sprayed the water he was drinking directly onto the keyboard, and he frantically grabbed some paper to wipe it off.

"Boss Chen? Five times leverage? That's a position of 450 billion US dollars! That's a huge amount; if you threw that into the oil market, it would cause a massive upheaval!"

"It's alright, just follow my instructions."

Chen Mo exhaled a puff of smoke.

Shen Yi and Han Ziang exchanged a glance, and the corners of their mouths turned up at the same time.

They were used to Chen Mo's style, but they still couldn't help but feel their hearts race every time they heard it.

Zhou Zitao rubbed his hands together, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Lin Yue, who was at the very back of the crowd, had sweaty palms.

Compared to the level of funds he had tonight, his previous funds were practically child's play.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, and quickly tapped a few times to bring up the fully automated trading assistant program he had written in the United States.

This program can open accounts in batches, automatically split funds, adjust leverage at will, and trade fully automatically with one click, leaving no trace of any operation.

We don't need any fancy features tonight.

With a light tap of his fingertip, Chen Mo activated only two functions: millisecond-level execution of buying and selling, and real-time automatic erasure of transaction traces.

After setting it up, Chen Mo issued the instructions.

"Enter long positions in batches at support levels, and go all in."

The traders' fingers flew across the keyboards, which clattered loudly.

With the help of the plug-in, order transactions are very fast.

Thirty seconds later, the WTI crude oil curve on the screen suddenly jumped upwards, rising by 0.8 percentage points.

In Goldman Sachs' energy trading division in New York, a blond trader had just picked up his coffee cup when he stared at the screen and froze.

"What the hell? The EIA inventory data hasn't even been released yet, who started this beforehand?"

No one spoke in the Hangzhou trading room; everyone held their breath and stared at the screen.

Lu Xingyao sat next to Chen Mo, holding a bag of sunflower seeds in her hands. After peeling them, she handed them to Chen Mo's mouth.

Oil prices rose for half an hour and then remained high.

Zhao Ming frowned as he stared at the K-line chart. He was about to open his mouth to ask whether he should take profits when he heard Chen Mo speak up.

"Close all long positions and go short with your entire capital."

"Now?"

Zhao Ming knew Chen Mo was very capable, but he still spoke up subconsciously.

"It's still consolidating at a high level; it might just make another surge..."

"Let's do it."

Chen Mo only said two words, his tone completely calm.

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth and gave the order to the trader.

A massive influx of short orders crashed into the market in less than a minute, causing the crude oil price to plummet and a large bearish candlestick to break through two support levels.

In Morgan Stanley's trading room, someone slammed a coffee cup onto the floor with a loud crash.

In a hedge fund office in Manhattan, a fund manager in a custom-made suit ripped off his headphones, his face flushed red, and slammed his fist on the table, yelling.

"Investigate! Investigate this account thoroughly! Find out who's behind this!"

Five minutes later, the assistant rushed in, his voice trembling.

"Boss, the account is registered in a Caribbean island nation, and the beneficiary information is completely encrypted, so there's no way to find out the details."

The fund manager slammed his fist on the table, his chest heaving with anger, unable to speak for a long time.

Oil prices plummeted to a low point, then fluctuated for less than ten minutes before suddenly surging upwards with high volume, a single bullish candle breaking through the upper Bollinger Band.

The MACD golden cross and the increase in trading volume are all standard bullish signals from all technical indicators.

Zhao Ming pushed up his glasses, his tone a little urgent.

"Boss Chen! This is a real breakthrough! All the indicators are correct. If you buy now, you can still make a big profit!"

Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Fake."

"what?"

Zhao Ming was completely dumbfounded.

"But all the technical aspects..."

"True breakthroughs are not something everyone can see."

Chen Mo glanced at the screen.

"The trading volume of this bullish candlestick is even smaller than the previous one, indicating that the main players are raising the price to distribute their shares, not accumulating them. Just wait, it will drop within ten minutes."

Zhao Ming opened his mouth, still feeling somewhat unconvinced.

He studied finance for over a decade and traded for nearly twenty years. How could he possibly misjudge a true breakout or a false breakout?

But he dared not refute it, and could only clench his fists and stare intently at the screen.

Nine minutes and forty-seven seconds.

Oil prices hovered above the resistance level for less than ten seconds before plummeting.

A longer bearish candlestick crashed down, completely erasing the previous gains and breaking through the support level below.

Zhao Ming looked at the screen, slowly took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Boss Chen,"

His voice was hoarse.

"What I've studied for over a decade is nothing compared to your ability to see things accurately at a glance."

Chen Mo didn't respond, and Lu Xingyao handed him another peeled sunflower seed.

Time dragged on little by little, and before they knew it, it was two in the morning.

Oil prices have risen for a week, and while the momentum appears strong, trading volume is actually decreasing. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that major players are quietly selling off their holdings.

Just then, the market suddenly surged again with increased volume, and the second positive candlestick rose rapidly and fiercely, causing a frenzy in the market, with all kinds of funds shouting that it would break new highs.

Chen Mo finally sat up a little straighter.

"Close all positions, then open short positions and dump as much as you can."

Once the order was given, massive short orders flooded the market like a torrent. Oil prices, which had been surging just moments before, were suddenly cleaved in two, with a massive bearish candlestick pattern resembling a guillotine crashing down, breaking through five support levels and burying all the funds that had chased the upward trend at the top.

This wave of harvesting was the most ruthless.

In Dubai, a Middle Eastern sovereign wealth fund was trying to buy on the dip, pouring billions of dollars into the market, only to be wiped out halfway by short selling.

The fund manager, dressed in a white robe, stared at the still-falling candlestick chart on the screen, his lips trembling as he murmured in Arabic.

"This isn't human...this is a demon."

Wall Street's trading rooms were deathly silent.

Some people slumped in their chairs, some shoved their keyboards to the ground, and some stared at the loss figures in their accounts, their faces pale, unable to utter a single word.

It was 4:30 a.m.

Oil prices are fluctuating sideways at low levels, neither rising nor falling significantly, presenting numerous opportunities to buy at the bottom.

A young Goldman Sachs trader saw that the price was right and had just put his hand on the keyboard to enter the market when an older trader next to him reached out and grabbed his wrist, shaking his head.

"Don't move! He's not gone yet!"