Bank of Italy, Department of Market Transactions.

6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6

Sell at 864.50

With this string of numbers, the price of the lira fell by one percent at the same time.

The numbers are too long, too many, densely clustered together, glowing red under the LED light points, and the floating light is like a layer of blood mist, reflecting the money skin with a red face and eyes full of blood red.

Damn it!

How could it be such a set of numbers.

Damn the devil, it's so much overpriced, it's malicious shorting.

Campi looked at the numbers that suddenly appeared on the computer screen, his whole body bared his teeth and cracked eyes, and his eyes and face were all red, making his neutral facial features look extremely hideous.

An indescribable instinct told him that the final battle was coming.

The declarations of this group of devils are simply the declarations of war.

"Bastard. Are they all dead? Catch it, you must catch it for me!"

Champi yelled at all the traders.

But looking at the string of numbers on the computer, he didn't notice it at all, and even he himself had no confidence at all.

Once...... When this set of numbers appeared on the Finnish mark, the mark collapsed.

Will Italy be able to catch it?

864.3850

864.3750

864.2950

......

Looking at the price of the lira that rebounded slightly under the purchase of the central bank, Qian Pi was a little dazed.

Are there good and bad people?

Yes, really.

Anyone, there is a good and bad thing.

Even if he is a criminal, if he is a father, he may be a loving father in the eyes of his children, a dutiful son in the eyes of his mother, and even a patriot in his country.

Is this a contradiction?

There is no contradiction.

People have feelings after all, and feelings often come from the environment in which they live, and this environment is everything that people are familiar with, and everything that is familiar will make people feel and determine their behavior.

It's like...... Chinese football, He Sunrise.

Decades of scumbag combat effectiveness made him sigh by the host of the show as early as 30 years ago, and after 30 years, he still has no future. But in the past 30 years, whenever the national football team has played against other countries, the handicap to buy the national football team has always been the largest.

Why?

Because they will tell themselves wishful thinking that maybe, the national football team will win this time. Even if their subconscious tells them that the probability is almost zero, their subjective mind will still make them make a choice.

So, speculators always like to go long.

When they see a market that is trending downward, they complain that the market is so bad that it keeps going down.

Obviously, it was a bull who was complaining.

But in fact, for a real speculator, a market with a clear trend is much better than a market with no trend.

Stanley Crowe talks about it in "On Futures Trading Strategies".

In the summer of 1983, he spoke to many corn farmers in the Midwest. The harvest prospects for these farmers are bleak – the area under cultivation has shrunk, the yield has been reduced, and the crop is underdeveloped.

Who knows the harvest better than these people who actually grow corn?

Isn't all this good news?

However, an interesting thing happened, the market ended up falling by 60 points.

Not only the speculators who went long, but also the farmers in the Midwest were surprised. Many of the speculators killed for being long in the corn market were farmers in the Midwest.

In fact, it seems to be a common problem for commodity producers, especially crop producers, to be overly optimistic about their own markets, either because of the growing crops in the areas where they grow or the climatic conditions, and because local politicians are overly optimistic about what tomorrow will be, or simply wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, when the final harvest arrives and there is serious safe-haven selling pressure, these bullish expectations tend to turn worse and prices go all the way down.

Sometimes, the pervasive bullish expectation can lead to the idea that if the expected price increase does not actually materialize, but falls, the producer will face a catastrophic blow.

To put it simply, it is self-brainwashing and self-hypnosis.

Or it can be said that most people go long because they like it, and hate short because they hate it.

If you have to find a reason, probably ...... Going short will make the price fall, which is doing a bad thing, and going long, which will make the price rise, which is doing a good deed.

At the beginning of man, nature is good!

Maybe so!

Unfortunately, as Jesse Livermore said, the market is never long or bearish, only positive and negative.

Lombarty, Forex Exchange.

Luigi Baggio stared blankly at the computer screen not far away, his eyes full of confusion.

As an Italian, he loved the country, and he hated the damn bears when the lira fell to the bottom of the exchange rate mechanism float before the lira.

How could great Italy allow those bastards to ravage.

Every time he saw the damned Oriental man singing about the lira in the newspapers, Luigi Baggio felt a great humiliation and a deep anger. A hundred years ago, the great Kingdom of Italy even opened the door to the country where that bastard was, and made the stupid and ignorant people there tremble at the feet of the soldiers of the kingdom, and now, how can he, a stupid Oriental, look down on the great Kingdom of Italy.

If it weren't for the Germans behind his back, what qualifications would he, an Oriental, have to sing the empty lira.

Finally, the opportunity came.

On the front page of "Il Sole 24 Ore", the governor of the central bank, Carlo Azeglio Ciampi, publicly stated that the central bank had lent 24 billion marks to Deutsche Bank (36 billion US dollars) and raised the interest rate to 15 percent, and the central bank was absolutely confident that it would crush any unscrupulous speculators.

What could be more powerful than that?

At that moment, Luigi Baggio made the decision that an Italian would have made, to go long and blow the bears and kick the devils in the ass.

Can ..... now And what?

864.2878

-9887543778??

Looking at the huge losses on the positions on his account, Luigi Baggio's mind went blank.

How can you lose money?

Why is this happening?

Bell Bell Bell –

The shrill ringing of the telephone suddenly rang, and the sharp ringing caused Luigi Baggio to pick up the phone in a daze.

"Hey, hello. I'm Danny Donadoni, Duty Manager at the Bank of Turin, and since the loss of your position in the lira has reached the risk warning line, I would like to remind you to be aware of the risk and make a margin call as soon as possible. Otherwise, we reserve the right to liquidate your position in accordance with the agreement you have signed at the time. ”

Margin call?

Where can I get the money to make a margin call now!

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

“......”

Luigi Baggio left the phone in a daze, ignoring the questions of the duty manager of Cassa Depositi e Prestiti, who was just an ordinary bank clerk who had used a million dollars, 70 percent of which he had embezzled from his clients.

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

“......”

Luigi Baggio folded his hands and knelt reverently in the direction of Rome.

Our Lady is above!

The Father is above, the Son is above, the Holy Spirit is above!

I am your most devout servant, your most faithful believer, and I pray with you for your mercy to let those devils who are empty go to hell!

Unfortunately, Luigi Baggio's Madonna and God the Father do not speak.

If they could speak, they would say: "People can ask God when they are desperate, but who should God ask when they are desperate?"

Is it useful to have more gods?

If the God of faith had been useful, then the world would have been ruled long ago.

Danny Donadoni raised his eyebrows as a silent phone call, and as a professional investment manager, he could feel the despair in Luigi Baggio's heart.

"May Our Lady and God the Father bless you. ”

Silently reading a sentence in his heart, Danny Donadoni glanced up at the computer.

On the dim and dizzying computer screen, a huge K-line is growing rapidly like a mountain.

+9887543778??

A very coincidental number, huh...... Exactly the same as Danny Donadoni's position loss.

Danny Donadoni didn't notice this, he just opened the drawer a little nervously and took out a cigar from Cuba.

Cuban cigars for $10,000 each.

Danny Donadoni usually doesn't want to smoke this cigar, but now this one is a celebratory gift he prepared for himself.

Click-

After cutting the cigar, picking up the match and lighting it, savoring the sweet taste of the selected cigar, Danny Donadoni couldn't help but close his eyes in comfort.

It's a Cuban cigar that's not worth $10,000 a piece, it's just wonderful.

Glancing at the 1,440 billion that was still unused in his account, a sense of awe, excitement and anticipation made Danny Donadoni spit out the smoke in his mouth.

Praise God!

Colonna District, Geman Investment Company.

Yulia Sidorov was shocked by the heartbeat of the huge impact and instinctively exclaimed. But before she could prepare for the next time, Shen Jiannan took her finger and pressed it on the keyboard again.

Smack, smack, smack-

6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6

Exactly ten sixes.

Syllable!

As Yulia's fingers pressed the confirmation under the drive of Shen Jiannan, a full 66.6 billion lira, and the spot market was instantly reported.

66666666666, Sell, 866.5

In an instant, the lira had just rebounded to a price of 864.285, and in an instant it had fallen to another 20,000 basis points.

At the same time, the price of the lira futures for the current month also fell by 20,000 basis points in an instant, and the profit on the company's account increased by countless units in an instant at a rate that cannot be accurately counted by the naked eye.

Individual, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, thousand, million, million, million, billion, billion......

Without giving Yulia time to count the numbers, Shen Jiannan pushed her petite body against the table, forcibly took her fingers, and pressed the keyboard again.

Smack, smack, smack-

6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6、6

Another set of tens of billions of calculated units, with this number knocked out, the forward market just rebounded to 866.3280 lira, and was instantly smashed to 866.5

Smack, smack, smack-

66666666666

Smack, smack, smack-

66666666666

......

Wave after wave, wave after wave, as the group of numbers knocked out in their own hands, the kind of palpitations brought about by the soul tugged at the soul, causing the muscles of Yulia Sidorov's whole body to contract uncontrollably.

But it's not over at all, she can only passively bear the irrepressible horror psychological impact.

Smack, smack, smack-

66666666666

......

876.85

As the red numbers are thrown, the lira continues to hit upwards like a wave, and the wave on the chart is higher and higher, and the impact is stronger and stronger, and the profit has exceeded the limit of Yulia Sidorov.

879887543778?? ≈400000000$

"Oh..... Oh my God!"

“......”

The frantic profit brings an unparalleled throbbing, and the blood is like a tidal wave that can no longer be controlled.

879887543778??。

Yulia Sidorov screamed as if she had gone mad.

But the impact of 400 million US dollars is so terrifying, the huge impact is no longer something that people can bear, and the kind of terrifying power it brings, the terrifying purchasing power, is enough to make anyone's soul shattered and want to die.

No one can withstand the throbbing of this geometric wealth. The constant beating of the profits from the positions on the account made Yulia Sidorov's muscles spasm uncontrollably, and the tremendous impact on her mind and spirit made her unconsciously drool, roll her eyes, and faint.

876.8950 Sell 1

876.9050 buy flat 1

......

-13887543778??

Boom –

Your position has reached the risk control line and has now been liquidated.

Lombarty, Luigi Baggio stared blankly at the numbers that popped up on the computer, looked at the huge candlestick on the computer's tick chart, as if he had been smashed by Thor's hammer, and his brain went blank. Regret, self-blame, like a demon's claw silently stuck in his heart, a sour, sour to the point that he almost went incontinent.

Then, a bone-chilling chill began to spread from the heart to the limbs, and the cold to the heart was even colder than the cold winter night when the snow was flying.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Father!

Our Lady!

Why......

Bell Bell Bell –

The screeching phone rang again, and Luigi Baggio mechanically picked it up.

"Hey, hello. I'm Danny Donadoni, Duty Manager of the Bank of Turin, and since you have lost money on your lira position, the available balance is minus 1.86 billion lira, according to the rules of the exchange, this fund is advanced by our bank, but you need to make up the margin within two trading days, otherwise, we have the right to sue you. ”

“......”

Sue me?

I'm still afraid that you will sue?

"Hehe......"

Luigi Baggio laughed unconsciously, and he pulled open the drawer in a daze, taking out a Cuban cigar waiting to be celebrated for himself.

A $10,000 Cuban cigar is delicate and mellow.

Intoxicated and sniffing, Luigi Baggio took a cigar and picked up a match and lit it.

Very mellow taste, when the eggplant leaves are burning, a sweet and mellow flavor pours into the taste buds, which makes people feel particularly comfortable, but I don't know why, in the sweetness, there is a faint bitter taste.

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

“......”

It turns out that a cigar for $10,000 a piece is nothing more than that!

Luigi Baggio ignored the noise on the phone, sipped his cigar, grabbed the chair under his butt and slammed it into the glass behind him.

Bang –

Under the violent impact of the stool, the tempered glass exploded countless cracks, and the dense cracks were like spider webs.

"Are you listening again, Mr. Baggio, if you do not make up the deposit, we will order the court to freeze all the property in your name. ”

“......”

Bang –

Luigi Baggio didn't hear the voice on the phone, and smashed his chair into the cracked tempered glass again.

Whoa—

The tempered glass, which had long been overwhelmed, finally shattered completely, and the glass shards fell to the ground like pearls.

Whew, whew, whew-

The wind came out of the sky without glass, and the fierce wind blew Luigi Baggio's clothes hunting, and without any glass, the whole Lombardy scenery appeared clearly in front of his eyes as if the fog had been lifted.

Lombardy at sunset, glowing with a different kind of red, the whole city seems to be shrouded in a layer of red luster in the setting sun.

"Mr. Baggio, Mr. Baggio....."

No one listened to the noise on the phone anymore, except for a burning Cuban cigar lying quietly on the ground, seemingly silently telling everything.