Chapter 1285 The greatest battle (twenty-five)

Ziyuan Building, the imperial capital of Daxia.

Han Li, sweating profusely, reported: "Mr. Chen, the price of international crude oil futures has risen to 490 yuan a barrel!"

"60% of the accounts we control are close to the liquidation warning line, and this number is still rising!"

He paused, gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Chen, how about we close the position! If we close the position, there is at least a way to survive. Keep going. The more than 8 trillion we have raised, even the handling fees are not enough. !”

As if to verify that what Han Li said was true, the traders sounded the alarm one after another!

"It has exceeded 500 yuan!!! There is no obstacle at all. The bookmakers who are long will make crazy profits!"

“70% of the account is close to the liquidation warning level!!! We can’t stand it anymore!!!”

"Mr. Han, let me send you a message. The pressure here is too great. Some accounts have already started to liquidate their positions!!!"

"..."

At this time, Zhuge Wan'er and Zhuge Trout came to the company.

Zhuge Youyou heard the wails one after another, sighed, and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Chen Mo, you have tried your best to achieve this step, and we all see it.

If you can't hold on, don't hold on. We will bear the losses ourselves. "

Zhuge Wan'er also said: "With this level of funds, this kind of good news that is comparable to a nuclear explosion, no matter how good your trading skills are, your understanding of finance will be useless even if it is sky-high.

The sky is falling!

How can humans fight against the sky? "

"Chen Mo, stop struggling and close your position."

"I believe that with your strength, the remaining funds will be enough for you to make a comeback within three years. We can wait for you."

Chen Mo looked at the two of them with warmth in his heart: "Thank you, don't worry, I will never hold on when I can't hold on."

Zhuge Trout and Zhuge Wan'er looked at each other, sighed, comforted Chen Mo for a few words and left.

At this time, Chen Mo's cell phone rang.

It was Huo Yingxiong who called.

"Brother Huo, what do you want from me?"

Chen Mo didn't hide anything and nodded: "Well, currently 76% of all accounts are close to the warning line of liquidation. Some accounts have already started to liquidate, and the pressure is full."

"I don't know much about futures. I just want to tell you something: No matter what your final choice is, we old guys will stand by your side. We will bear all the losses ourselves. Don't under pressure.

Your brother Zheng and the two brothers He also mean the same thing. "

Chen Mo's eye circles were a little red.

The average age of these brothers is over 70 years old, and there are two who are 80 years old.

At their age and status, they can obviously do nothing and enjoy their old age, but they still resolutely spend all their wealth to help them fight in business wars!

Chen Mo knew that they wanted to make some contributions to Daxia before they died.

Let the descendants of future generations live more comfortably and not be too seriously eroded by foreign capital.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Brother Huo, please tell these old men that I will not let them down!

I guarantee it with my life! "

"good!"

The phone hangs up.

Han Li ran over again dripping with sweat: "Mr. Chen, 82% of the accounts are close to the liquidation warning line!"

"In addition, 5% of the accounts have been liquidated!"

"But the good news is that the morning closing time of the international futures market is coming soon. We can take a breather. But..."

Han Li hesitated to speak.

What he wants to say is that if they don't do anything, the opening of the market in the afternoon will be their death!

Now, they are dragging the prisoners to the execution ground and preparing to execute them, waiting to die!

It's only a matter of time before death! !

Chen Mo checked the account situation: "You defended well. Basically all the opponent's main funds were pulled into the market."

"Okay, let's go take a rest, eat some food, and prepare for the big showdown in the afternoon!"

However, after Chen Mo finished speaking, no one moved.

Who the hell is still in the mood to eat at this time?

Chen Mo smiled and said nothing.

He turned around and came to a corner, made a phone call and went out.

"Hey, Professor Lin, let the companies that cooperate with our Hongmeng Lab jointly issue an announcement, um, in half an hour.

I still have some things to deal with here, give me some time. "

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo left Ziyuan Building and got into Leng Feng's car.

Governor's Palace.

Shen Ao looked at the computer screen and let out a long sigh: "The local capital in Daxia is still far behind the top foreign capital..."

At this moment, a servant came to report: "Master, Chen Mo wants to see you."

"Huh? What is he doing here at this time?"

Shen Ao frowned: "Let him come in."

"yes!"

Soon, the servant came in with Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo, if you are not commanding the battle in the company, why are you here here? You don't have money to buy food, so why don't you come here to eat?" Shen Ao teased.

"I want to come here for a meal, by the way..."

Chen Mo grinned: "I want Daxia to make some extra money."

Shen Ao's heart moved: "What do you mean?"

Chen Mo sat down on Shen Ao's grand master's chair and said, "You're already here. Didn't Governor Shen tell me to pour you a cup of tea, some snacks or something?"

Shen Ao rolled his eyes: "Are you short of tea and snacks? Come here! Bring me a pot of Dahongpao and some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

While eating and drinking, Chen Mo said calmly: "International crude oil futures are about to drop sharply in price. I hope Governor Shen can persuade the higher-ups to ship goods at a high price.

If it's too late, it's too late. "

When Shen Ao heard this, he said with some humor: "If you want Daxia to help ship goods to lower the price of international crude oil futures, you can just say so.

Do you think I would believe this high-sounding nonsense?

Chen Mo, you have to be down-to-earth. If you lose, you lose. Don't be clever. "

Chen Mo smiled and said: "Last time I said that a food war was coming, did anyone believe it?"

Shen Ao frowned: "Are you kidding?"

Chen Mo: "Do you think I came to the Governor's Mansion in person at such a critical moment to make a joke on you?

You have less than half an hour to ship the goods. Remember, you must pay in full in cash. Even if it is cheaper, you must sell all the goods in reserve! "

"Oil prices will fall to an unprecedented level in half an hour!"

"Of course, if you don't believe it, just pretend I didn't say it."

After patting the residue on his hands, Chen Mo stretched out: "Hmm~~~~"

"Thank you Governor Shen for your hospitality. I've eaten and drank enough. It's time to go back and continue fighting."

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he left without further explanation.

Shen Ao was left alone, hesitating on the spot...