Chapter 413: 16 billion US dollars!

Just as Fang was daydreaming, time came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

The hall, which was empty in the morning, was now crowded with more than thirty operators.

"Boss, the market is about to open."

Turner held a cup of coffee in his hand, nodded at Fang Xiang, and sat back in his seat.

As the time in the upper right corner of the computer securities trading software reached 9:00.

A lot of red information and lines suddenly popped up on the screen, which originally had only a black background and frame.

FTSE: 2237.5

As time goes by, 2236, 2235, 2234, 2233...

Although it is slow, the value is as firm as the passing of time, beating continuously and moving forward.

2061, 2060, 2059...

Until the string of numbers Fang wanted to see began to appear double.

I rubbed my eyes and realized that I had been staring at one place for too long. My eyes began to feel tired and sore.

I glanced at the time in the lower right corner and it was already 23:15.

There are only 15 minutes left until closing.

"Boss, today we only lost less than 200 points.

Including yesterday, it is estimated that the market will fall less than 700 points before closing, but the decline has already been %.

It is expected to fall further tomorrow, but the probability is that the decline will not exceed today.

When do we close our position? "

Turner stood up and walked to Fang Xiang, his face full of fatigue.

“Close the position now.”

Fang Xiang frowned, pondered for a while, and then said something.

"Now? Not until tomorrow?"

Turner's upper body straightened involuntarily.

"Well, let's break even now, and don't try to earn the last penny."

Fang Xiang took a deep breath and stared into Turner's eyes decisively.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Turner was stunned for a second, but didn't ask why, and immediately stood up.

“Pah, pah, pah.

Listen to me, close the position immediately, close the position immediately! "

Turner stood up straight and clapped his hands, asking the thirty or so operators in the hall to look at him.

Said loudly.

boom. . .

As Turner finished his words, the hall, which had been so quiet just now with only the sound of keyboard tapping, suddenly began to whisper.

"Do it now, right now!"

Turner saw the chaotic scene, his face turned red, and he shouted again.

In an instant, the hall returned to silence.

All I could hear was the sound of keyboards tapping.

"Boss, there is still one day left tomorrow. I estimate that the FTSE index will fall below 2000 points. Let's???"

After Turner saw everyone start working, he turned back to Fang Xiang and asked in a low voice.

“After the funds are withdrawn, 100 billion will be transferred to the account of Great Wall Industrial.

Use the remaining money to buy everything according to the list I gave you."

Fang Xiang picked up the cooled tea and took a sip.

Without even looking at Turner, he spoke to himself.

"Okay...Okay, boss..."

Turner has been working for Fang Xiang for quite some time, more than five years.

I have a better idea of ​​the other person's temper.

Normally, he knew that he was just a puppet, and he would do whatever Fang wanted to say.

Although I often didn't understand or couldn't comprehend Fang Xiang's operations, the funds in his hands increased from 10 billion US dollars at the beginning to nearly 30 billion a while ago.

Now that it has exceeded 100 billion, he has long regarded Fang Xiang as his role model.

Fang just wanted to say that he would not earn the last penny, but in his opinion, it would be okay to wait for half a day, right?

If the FTSE index falls below 2,000 points tomorrow, it will trigger panic again, and the possibility of continuing to fall endlessly is almost infinite.

Not wanting to earn money for free was Fang Xiang’s biggest doubt in the five years he had been working for him.

But seeing Fang Xiang didn't even look at him, Turner didn't have the courage to ask another question.

Little did he know that Fang Xiang was actually muttering to himself.

Isn't it too early to stop so early?

Although the FTSE index fell by nearly 200 points today, even someone who doesn't understand the stock market can tell that it hasn't hit bottom yet.

In fact, if Turner hadn’t come to ask him just now, Fang Xiang wouldn’t have thought of closing the position.

Just as Turner opened his mouth to ask, Fang Xiang inexplicably thought of the Li family.

Li Jiacheng's constant repetition of "not making enough money until the last penny" inexplicably appeared in Fang Xiang's mind.

"Boss, the position has been closed."

Just when Fang was wondering if he was overthinking.

Turner was back in front of him again.

“This time we have no leverage, we rely entirely on our own funds.

Because we were the first wave to enter the market, we made as much money as the FTSE index fell.

Just now, the FTSE index fell by more than 26%, and our profit was 25%.

The funds collected now exceed 30 billion, and including the principal, it now exceeds 160 billion US dollars!"

Turner took out a Montblanc pen from the pen holder in front of Fang Xiang, and then took out a piece of printer paper and wrote down the profits of the past two days.

"You did a great job. I'll give you one million dollars each. I'll send you a check tomorrow.

Go and rest.”

Fang Xiang looked at the string of numbers on the printed paper.

161, 300, 000, 000.

Even the numbers that I couldn't even imagine when playing games before traveling through time now appeared in front of me.

I looked up and opened the securities software which had not yet closed, clicked on the fund account, and a long list of amounts popped up.

$ 161,359,542,371,621.

One hundred sixty-one.3 billion US dollars!

At this moment, Fang Xiang's eardrums were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

But immediately, a string of numbers began to jump rapidly on the right side of the screen.

Short order!

The 1.4 trillion short orders that originally hovered above the market are now disappearing at a jaw-dropping speed.

1.2 trillion, 1 trillion, 800 billion, 700 billion, 500 billion...

Just as the string of empty numbers disappeared at an alarming speed, suddenly all the numbers and lines on the screen disappeared.

Fang Xiang looked towards the upper right corner of the screen. It was 15:30.

The London stock market closed.

"hehe..."

Fang Xiang couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that he was the last straw that broke the camel's back for John Bull, and also the first domino to cause the short position to withdraw.

I guess at the beginning of tomorrow, the FTSE index will not only fall below 2000 points, but will probably immediately return to 2100?

Those who run slowly may not lose money, but they will definitely earn less.

I just don't know, did that large number of short orders follow suit after seeing me running away? Or was it all planned by them in the first place, but I was just one step ahead?

Shaking his head, Fang Xiang was too lazy to think about it anymore.

He rubbed his sore eyes and drank the tea that had long gone cold in one gulp.

He lit another cigarette for himself and then stood up to go upstairs.

However, just as he stood up straight, everything in front of him suddenly became dark, his body became unstable and he was about to fall.

Fang Xiang quickly reached out and subconsciously supported the table in front of him, thus stabilizing his body.

The cigarette that had just been lit and held in his mouth fell out of his mouth at this moment, quickly drawing a black circle as big as a fingernail on the table, and a pungent smell came from it.

"boss!"

"boss!"

"Boss!"

The people who were evacuating the room and the waiter nearby noticed Fang Xiang's abnormality and quickly ran over to support Fang Xiang.

"I'm fine. I just sat for too long and have low blood sugar."

Fang Xiang shook his head, and the dizzy feeling just now disappeared.

He forced a smile and waved his hand.

Reminder! Don’t indulge in lust when staying up late, and don’t stay up late after indulging in lust!