Hong Kong, in a luxury hotel near Lan Kwai Fong---

"Ahh

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was pale, and he was out of breath.

"What's wrong with you?" next to him, the naked little star came out of the warm silk quilt and asked Zha Yongxiao with worried eyes.

Zha Yongxiao glanced at her, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I had a nightmare." ”

"Giggles!" the female star laughed, "Zha Dashao, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, will also have nightmares, and he is scared like this." ”

When Zha Yongxiao heard this, he immediately changed his face, directly pulled the little star out of the bed, and then threw it to the clothes and said, "Get out!"

The little star was bare-chested, holding his clothes, and he didn't understand what was going on, and he was just joking and was driven away?

"Hehe, you say go, I'll go, what do you think of me?" said the female star.

Zha Yongxiao didn't talk nonsense, he took out his wallet directly from under the pillow, took out a wad of money, and smashed it on the female star's face, making a noise, and scattering the banknotes on the ground, "Are these enough?"

The female star pouted her buttocks, picked up the money, looked at it, and sneered: "Just this little money, you want to send the old lady away?"

Zha Yongxiao didn't care, he made 300 million yuan from stock speculation yesterday, so he directly took out the watch he took off, threw it to the little star and said: "This earl is worth 380,000, get out of here!"

The little star was frightened, looked at the watch worth 380,000 yuan, hurriedly put it in his pocket, and then said to Cha Yongxiao with a smile: "Cha Shao, I was joking with you just now--- I have time to buckle me, I'm on call!" After speaking, he hurriedly began to get dressed.

Ignore the money-hungry eighteenth-tier star in front of him--- this one he came to in Lan Kwai Fong last night, as long as he is willing to pay money, he can sleep with you.

Cha Yongxiao took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit it, and leaned on the head of the bed to smoke.

THE LITTLE STAR DELIBERATELY SHOWS OFF HIS BEAUTIFUL FIGURE, AND WHEN HE DELIBERATELY WEARS CLOTHES, RU RIPPLES, FLUTTERS, AND POSES A LOT OF SULTRY POSES.

It's a pity that Zha Yongxiao's mind is not on her at all at this time.

Last night, because he made money in stock trading, Cha Yongxiao generously invited Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng to play a game in Lan Kwai Fong.

It costs a lot, but for Zha Yongxiao, compared with the money he earns, this amount of money can only be regarded as a drizzle.

Thinking that I have earned 300 million, I don't know how much the stock has risen now, will I make 800 million, 1 billion, or even more than 1 billion?

took a hard puff of cigarette and spit it out, Cha Yongxiao's heart was hot, and he couldn't care less, he rushed to the little star who was dressed and said, "Turn on the TV!"

The little star pursed his lips, he didn't understand what was so good about TV, was it better than his figure just now?

But after receiving so much money from others, the little star is still very professional, so he went over to the home and helped Zha Yongxiao turn on the TV.

"Tune in to the Economic Channel!" Zha Yongxiao ordered as he bit his cigarette.

The little star was like a waitress in the room, taking the remote control and adjusting the TV.

Soon, the TV station was tuned to the economic channel.

With a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes squinted, and he leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the TV screen---

On TV, there happened to be a news broadcast.

A fashionably dressed female announcer sat in front of the stage and began to announce: "Major international news--- according to the latest news, the Republic of the USSR ......"

And then the screen is full of ---

"The collapse of the USSR!"

"The collapse of the USSR!"

"The collapse of the USSR!"

Zha Yongxiao: "......" stared blankly at the TV screen.

The cigarette burned to his hand.

Shaking off the cigarette suddenly, Zha Yongxiao woke up from the shock.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? How can a country as big as the Soviet Union say that it is gone?" Zha Yongxiao muttered in despair.

Then he got into action and began to get dressed, but he couldn't even put on his pants because he was hit so hard.

finally put on his clothes, and as soon as possible, he called Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng, two "partners".

"Hey, is it Ah Hui? Have you read the news? The Soviet Union has collapsed!" Zha Yongxiao felt his voice tremble.

Over there, Luo Yonghui also seemed to have been hit hard, and said weakly: "I have read it! It was also reported in the newspaper." ”

"Then my money ......"

"It's gone, it's all gone!" Mr. Luo said.

"How can this be, I have invested more than a billion!"

"I also invested two or three hundred million, and Lao Yang, he also lost it all this time ---!" Luo Yonghui said with a crying voice.

Zha Yongxiao snapped and the phone fell to the ground.

The face is like ashes.

......

Hong Kong, at the home of Lo Wing-fai.

Yang Shoucheng was unkempt, sitting on the sofa in the living room with a bitter face, constantly rubbing his face with his hands, and muttering: "What to do, what to do?"

Luo Yonghui was also haggard, his eyes were blank, he was gritting his teeth and pacing at the moment, and said in his mouth: "Lost, we really lost miserably this time!"

"It's all you, you should have stopped when you won in the first place!" Yang Shoucheng complained.

"Lose money, everyone doesn't want to!" Luo Yonghui excused himself, "Besides, you took the initiative to ask to invest with me at the beginning, and I didn't force you!"

Yang Shoucheng was speechless.

"So what do we do now?"

"Of course, it's to reduce losses. Luo Yonghui sighed and said, "The money we use to speculate in stocks is borrowed from the bank, and if we can't pay it back when it expires, we will be dead!"

Luo Yonghui is not wrong about this.

Wealthy people like them generally put their funds in companies and rarely have enough cash, so when they speculate in stocks, they also borrow money from banks under various names.

It's good to say that if you win in stock trading, you can just pay it back with interest at that time, but as soon as you lose in stock trading, they must raise enough cash to repay the loan, so their trick of "playing the time difference" is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be planted in it.

"What should we do, who will help us now? Find Da Liu? He doesn't have that much cash!" Yang Shoucheng said with a bitter face.

"We don't have to look for him, there is someone who might be able to help us. Luo Yonghui said in a bitter tone.

"Who is it?" asked Yang Shoucheng.

"Robertson. Luo Yonghui spit out a name with difficulty.

Yang Shoucheng: "......" did not speak.

In fact, HSBC's senior class Robertsons: They also met not long ago--- to be precise, at a friendship salon held by the financial community.

At that time, Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng were talking with some financial people and corporate tycoons, and this ghost Robertson came over and said that he was a senior at HSBC and wanted to get to know them.

Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng were flattered on the spot, and within a few days of acquaintance, Robertson instigated them to encourage Cha Yongxiao to mortgage Cha's equity, saying that he would give them benefits afterwards. In any case, they can be regarded as helping Robertson, and this time they are in trouble, so it should be no problem to let Robertson help.

"Now I have to go to Robertson--- I can't go to Song Zhichao. Yang Shoucheng said helplessly.

Luo Yonghui also had a bitter face.

Yes, if they lose, then the big winner in the end may be Song Zhichao.

I heard that Song Zhichao invested more than 20 billion yuan this time, according to the futures index that is still plummeting, Song Zhichao shorted the Soviet Union this time, and he can earn at least 20 billion --- 20 billion in the future, what a terrifying amount!

Thinking of this, Luo Yonghui felt that he had no strength in his body.

People are more angry than people.

And is that Song Zhichao a ghost or a god?

......

Hong Kong, Stock Exchange---

Crying, shouting, many people fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

Most of the traders in vests sat in their seats with dull eyes, and they were still happy and excited yesterday, and they were all lost in the stock market at this moment.

Those big customers who won money yesterday, but didn't make a timely move, and fell to the explosion this morning, squatted on the ground and hugged their heads and cried regardless of their image.

"It's miserable!"

"Lost!"

"It's a dead deal!"

"Woooooo

The ground is sprinkled with stocks like waste paper, and the entire stock market is full of mourning.

......

In contrast, in the VIP hall headed by Ouyang Jing, there was a sea of cheers.

For them, it was a miracle of a counterattack.

Originally, yesterday their gang was going to hit the streets, and there was no chance of a reversal of the Soviet Union if they shorted it.

Yes, how could such a big Soviet Union not save itself, and how could their economy decline to the end?

But a miracle is a miracle.

The Soviet Union today even declared --- disintegration!

A miracle happened, and their investment strategy counterattacked.

The original idea of putting oneself to death and resurrecting it really worked.

In fact, when he received the news today, even Ouyang Jing himself was a little hard to believe.

Although Ouyang Jing believes in Song Zhichao, he also thinks that his investment strategy this time is too bold.

No, not bold, but too rebellious.

Even if Ouyang Jing searched the entire investment history of Hong Kong, London, and Wall Street in the United States, he did not find a single case of such an investment strategy.

What makes Ouyang Jing feel even more strange is that Song Zhichao was so calm and confident about this investment strategy from beginning to end, as if he had already controlled everything and knew that the Soviet Union was going to collapse.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Jing felt a chill on his back, and even his hairs stood up.

Unable to help the horror in his heart, Ouyang Jing shook his head violently and said to himself: "How is it possible, unless Mr. Song is a ghost or god, otherwise how can he predict everything." ”

But I don't know why, Ouyang Jing's mind once again resurfaced Song Zhichao's calm, confident, and controllable appearance in the entire investment process, and this strange idea kept popping up--- Song Zhichao is not a human, he is a ghost!