Chapter 408: Nikkei Collapse
"Oops!"
When Fang Xiang opened his eyes, he saw the gloomy sky outside the window.
I subconsciously raised my hand to look at my watch, only to find that my hand was empty. I turned around, grabbed my watch from the bedside table, and glanced at the time.
Ten past three.
over slept!
Fang Xiang quickly got up, went to the bathroom to rinse his body briefly, put on his clothes, and went downstairs to the conference room.
This is a clubhouse of a high-end property of Great Wall Industrial, located on a small hillside on Kadoorie Avenue in Kowloon. A little over one kilometer to the west is Portland Street in Shisanmei.
Of course, there is Bowl Lane, and to the north is Mong Kok, but there is no Thirteen Sisters.
When I walked into the conference room, I saw more than 20 operators staring at the screen.
When Turner saw Fang Xiang, he quickly put down the coffee cup in his hand and walked over.
"what's the situation?"
Fang Xiang walked to the coffee machine, poured himself a cup of coffee, and took a sip.
It tastes sweet and looks like instant coffee.
"Just settled, preparing to withdraw funds from Benzi and transfer to London."
Turner followed Fang Xiang to the large desk, pulled over a chair and sat down.
"How's the record?"
Fang Xiang nodded, and the operators began to leave their seats one by one.
Those who need to go to the toilet go to the toilet, those who need to exercise exercise, those who need to take coffee take coffee, and those who need to eat eat.
“It’s beyond imagination!
Boss, you will never guess how much we made!"
Turner took out a Cohiba from the cigar box in front of Fang Xiang.
Although this behavior seemed a bit rude, Fang Xiang didn't mind at all because he didn't like cigars anyway.
This box of cigars was put up there because of his arrival.
"Thirty billion?"
Fang Xiang also took out a Zhonghua cigarette and lit it for himself to clear his sleepy brain.
"Seventy-five billion! US dollars!"
Turner smiled and shook his head, picked up the cigar cutter, cut the butt of the cigar, then picked up the lighter that Fang Xiang had thrown on the table and lit it for himself.
"Seventy-five billion US dollars?! How did you do that?!"
Fang Xiang was startled, sat up straight and looked at Turner.
"You would never have thought that all the hot money in North America would follow our funds to reap the profits!"
Turner took a big puff on his cigar, and soon the smoke spread out, covering his face.
"When the market opened in the morning, I leveraged my funds five times, totaling nearly $300 billion, and went all out to short the Nikkei.
In less than half an hour, North American hot money smelled the scent and came.
Together with our funds, nearly one trillion dollars of funds have poured into the entire Nikkei financial market, working with us to short the Nikkei.
Yesterday, the Nikkei was affected by the London and North American stock markets, falling 2% from over 35,000 points to over 34,450 points.
By noon, the Nikkei had plunged more than 5000 points, directly falling below the -point mark.
In the afternoon, another batch of hot money entered the market, and the funds shorting Nikkei had reached more than 1.2 trillion.
By the time the market closed just now, the Nikkei had fallen by more than 3,000 points and is now less than 27,000 points.
The entire Nikkei fell by nearly 10,000 points!
We started closing our positions before the market closed, with a profit of nearly 25 percent.
The last short order was settled just before you came in.
I am now transferring funds to London, and the London market will open in an hour."
Turner puffed on his cigar, reported his achievements proudly, and looked at the watch on his hand.
“In less than an hour, London was open.
I guess the speculators who are working together on the Nikkei today will most likely follow us.”
After Turner checked his watch, he leaned forward, lowered his voice slightly, and looked mysterious.
"Do you know where the hot money comes from?"
Fang Xiang nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked a question.
“It is highly likely that several North American financial groups have come together to recover their losses.
And I guess they probably discovered us and were chasing us to cooperate with us.
Unfortunately, our capital pool is not as large as theirs, so they took the lion’s share of the profits.”
After Turner finished speaking, he shook his head, seeming to be a little annoyed that his performance was not perfect.
“You have done very well.
Let me inform you that I am very satisfied with the harvest of Nikkei this time and will give out another bonus.
The same amount as this morning."
Fang Xiang flicked the ash and then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
The profit of 75 billion, plus the money brought out from North America, now exceeds 100 billion!
Today, the total assets of the weaker consortiums in North America are only over 100 billion.
“That’s very generous, Boss.
I'll notify them right away!"
An excited look immediately appeared on Turner's face, and he prepared to stand up.
"and many more."
Fang Xiang raised his hand and motioned Turner to sit down.
"boss?"
Turner sat back obediently, a look of curiosity on his face.
"Do you think London has made some preparations, set up a threshold for the entry of funds, or mobilized funds to snipe us?"
Fang Xiang thought of the financial crisis in Southeast Asia in 97.
The central bank intervened and directly suppressed Soros in the Hong Kong stock market. Not only did it prevent Soros from reaping the rewards of the Hong Kong financial market as he wished, but it also caused him to lose a large amount of profits.
"Don't worry, boss!
London is a free financial market, and we now have over 100 billion in funds.
Add to that the North American hot money that cooperated well today, and an hour later, the capital pool would definitely exceed one trillion! Even reaching a scale of two trillion!
Even if John Bull wanted to snipe, they couldn't stop the biggest money harvest in history!"
Turner was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head decisively.
It means that Fang Xiang's previous worries were nothing but groundless worries.
"That's good. Let's get in and out of London quickly this time and don't squeeze out every last penny.
While the North American stock market has not yet recovered, this is a good opportunity to buy at the bottom.”
Fang Xiang nodded, hoping that Turner was right.
But for some reason, he always felt some inexplicable worries in his heart.
"Eat something, boss."
Immediately, several staff members came in carrying a large number of ordered lunch boxes.
Turner quickly took one and placed it in front of Fang Xiang.
"Guys, I have some good news, do you want to know?"
In order not to disturb Fang from eating, Turner deliberately walked to the corridor outside and clapped his hands to gather the operators together.
Then we went to the conference room next door to hold a small meeting.
Fang Xiang naturally would not interfere with Turner's management. He slowly opened the lunch box, looked at the sumptuous executive lunch box, picked up the chopsticks and started eating bite by bite.
Before he had taken a few bites, the same cheers and whistles as before he went to bed in the early morning were heard again from the conference room next door.
Apparently, Turner told the operators about the bonus.
By the time Fang Xiang finished his lunch, it was already half past three.
The operators had been working continuously for more than twenty hours. Although they had been divided into two shifts, Fang Xiang still saw that many people had bloodshot eyes.
But even so, many people are full of energy and have no intention of going to sleep at all.
For two consecutive days, a bonus of one million US dollars was won every day. This is not a good luck that everyone can encounter every day.
You know, even for operators as professional as them, this might only be the first time in their lifetime.
If you don't try hard today, do you want to wait until next time?
But who knows when the next time will be?!
