Di Liya listened to the conversation between Kang Le and Xiaopang, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "There is no problem with you, are you familiar with Su Dong?"

"Of course, it's quite familiar, he's still my master." Xiaopang looked at the professional clothes like people's close-fitting dresses, as well as the tips of pale blonde hair, and felt that his little heart was also scratched, and couldn't help but talk more.

Delia was secretly happy, whether it was print media or TV media, they liked to know the stories behind the characters, and she immediately said affectionately: "That's great, let's go over now, can I ask you questions on the way?"

"No problem. Chubby's chin twitched.

"What's okay?" Another door in the corridor opened, but it was Qin Yun who walked out wearing glasses.

Xiao Fat's face changed abruptly, and in an instant, he showed the color of justice, and said in Chinese: "It's not that a foreign reporter inquired about Su Dong's news, and then wanted to see the photos of us together, so I said that there is no problem, we can't see people, just look at the photos." ”

Qin Yun glanced at Di Liya and found that it was a beautiful young female reporter, so she grabbed Xiaopang's face without hesitation and said, "Do you want to be so enthusiastic? If you ask an old man, will you show him a photo?"

"I'm not a fool...... It hurts, it hurts...... "Xiaopang was pulled by Qin Yun's fierce woman's hand and jumped to his feet, and said continuously: "If you don't look at it, you won't watch it, let's just treat it as if we haven't seen her." ”

Qin Yun snorted, let go of his ears and said, "You can't be rude." ”

With that, she turned to talk to Delia.

Xiaopang was secretly worried, standing behind Qin Yun and looking at Di Liya with an inexplicable expression.

The female reporter of the Times laughed to herself, thinking: Asian men are no different from European ones.

However, she didn't come to help people make conflicts today, and she didn't continue to talk about photos or anything, and as soon as the conversation changed, she inquired about the news of Sioux City.

Qin Yun aimed at Xiaopang suspiciously, but the topic was still deviated by the female reporter.

A few hours later, two cars with the huge letters "FT" met Sioux City on a side road in the financial city.

"Grilled ribs, do you want to eat them?" Su Cheng grabbed a pork rib in one hand, and his mouth was full of oil.

As soon as the female reporter was optimistic, even if it was a serious financial newspaper, there should be some serious jokes, so she beckoned the photographer to shoot it, but two bodyguard-shaped people appeared at the door, blocking the position without any gap.

"I'm a reporter for the Financial Times. Delia immediately identified herself.

Two Azerbaijani bodyguards shook their hands at the photographer and signaled that Delia could enter.

The photographer frowned and said in a stereotypical London accent: "I have the right to shoot." ”

Seeing this, Kang Le retorted: "The other party also has the right not to accept your shooting, reporter Deliya, if you want to continue the interview, please follow the interviewee's wishes." ”

He was of course going to speak from Sioux City's standpoint.

The photographer stared, and was afraid of the bodyguard's thick body, and he was at a loss.

Su Cheng ignored them and shouted, "Let Huang Ping come in first." ”

Xiaopang "hehe" smiled, squeezed into the small shop, wiped his hands with the square towel on the table, stared at the ribs and said, "I thought that Master, how far did you run, so close, just say hello, I won't come over." ”

"Aren't you here, how did you find me?" Su Cheng continued to bite absently, Shu Lan sat opposite him, cutting the ribs with a knife and fork, and the speed was only faster than Su Cheng.

"My wife has a good appetite, I'll pour you a drink. The little fat dog ran forward and added wine to Shu Lan's cup, and then turned to Su Cheng and smiled: "Your trip to the house, don't you have to report it to the office after a while, otherwise you won't be able to find ......."

Su Cheng let out an "oh" and nodded, "Okay, sit down and eat." Boss, another plate of meat. ”

The owner of the shop, an Irishman, answered loudly and began to cut the steak in the kitchen.

Di Liya calmed the cameraman, walked into the store, smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello Chairman of Sioux City, I am Di Lia, a reporter from the Financial Times, I want to interview you, is it okay?"

"What do you want to interview?" Sioux City didn't wipe the greasy hands on.

"Regarding the short-selling behavior of Pan Asia Fund in the crude oil market, I think many readers will be interested to know. ”

"News from the Pan Asia Fund?" Su Cheng looked up with a smile, the corners of his mouth covered in black pepper.

Di Liya is a woman with a slight habit of cleanliness, but she can only pretend not to see it, and bows her head and says: "Yes, what does Su Dong think about the trend of the oil market?

Su Cheng ate all the ribs on his hand, wiped his mouth with his own square towel, and said, "We will either wait for the crude oil price to fall and close the position, or we will send the crude oil to the delivery warehouse." ”

"But the short orders you hold seem to exceed the crude oil production of Dahua Industrial, that is to say, Dahua Industrial must close a part of the position, do I understand it this way?" Di Liya is not only beautiful, her understanding of the financial industry is the biggest reliance, after a little calculation, she continued: "1 billion US dollars of short orders, all deliveries need to transport 50 million barrels of crude oil to the delivery warehouse, whether it is the Setan Oilfield or the developing Azijiu Oilfield, probably not able to provide such a large amount of crude oil in the short term." Therefore, at least part of the liquidation is a choice that Pan Asia Fund must make. ”

50 million barrels of crude oil is a quarter of the production capacity of Shengli Oilfield, and if it is to be delivered, it is indeed not an easy goal to achieve if the ships are to be prepared.

Kang Le also looked at Sioux City.

I saw him calmly twist a rib and said, "Delivery or liquidation, Pan Asia will choose it." ”

"Could it be Dahua Industrial...... Well, the Pan Asia Fund still controls some of China's crude oil production capacity?"

Sioux City smiled noncommittally and continued to eat the ribs.

The oil storage equipment of the China-Kazakhstan oil pipeline, according to the agreement, is indeed owned by Sioux City, and if you add control of part of the pipeline, he can indeed get crude oil production capacity from China.

However, this part of crude oil can not be simply used for futures delivery, in fact, due to China's increasing demand for crude oil, China itself is a pure crude oil importer, and it is not economical to export crude oil at all, it is better to force liquidation.

Delia made a rich association, and seeing that Su Cheng was generally interested in being interviewed, she simply turned her target to Shulan.

She is a very talkative woman, and she has studied Shulan's information, which quickly makes the atmosphere in the small shop warm.

Su Cheng and Huang Ping ate meat indifferently, only President Kang Le sat nervously next to him, for fear that Shu Lan would leak some secrets.

While chatting, the cameraman began to drill into the small shop again, and shouted between the two bodyguards: "The newspaper is on the phone, the market has changed." ”

"What's going on?" said Deria.

The cameraman whispered: "The Pan Asia Fund has bought another $100 million crude oil short order. ”

"Buy again?" Di Liya was startled, and after asking clearly, she turned to look at Sioux City and asked, "Are you really the chairman of Sioux City?"

"Of course. ”

"Then why did the Pan Asia Fund just buy $100 million in crude oil short orders, without your permission?"

Su Cheng pursed his lips and said, "So, the Pan Asia Fund is not in charge of me, I am just an investor." ”

"So who's deciding. ”

Su Cheng smiled but did not speak. Naturally, he is in charge of the Pan-Asia Fund. However, continuing to buy short is an established decision, but it is not necessary for him to do everything himself.

Di Liya thought about it, Kang Le's brows furrowed, and asked softly: "Really buy another $100 million?"

"Yes. Delia said first, and Su Cheng nodded slowly.

Kang Le coughed twice and hesitated: "This is indeed a decision made by Su Dong, right?"

Sioux nodded again.

He whispered, "I don't seem to have received any news either." ”

"Didn't the decision to open a position pass?" the seven-member committee, at least inform the others of the decision.

Kang Le shook his head and said, "I thought that $1 billion was the preparation for opening a position." ”

"So what are we going to do with all that amount of money?" asked Su Cheng rhetorically.

Kang Le was speechless, and said after a while: "No, before the general trend you explained has not appeared, I do not agree with large-scale positioning. ”

"This is a decision that has already been adopted. ”

Kang Le thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "I ask for the committee to be reconvened. ”

"Call people from several countries to London again?"

"It can also be held in other cities, anyway, in the current situation, it is a lot to continue to build up to $1.1 billion, and I ask for a pause in this investment. "Kang Le has always been cautious, and unlike Sioux City's cautiousness, he is more withdrawn and conservative.

Delia had stars shining in her eyes and secretly shouted: It's going to be infighting, it's going to be infighting, it's great!

She now wants to pull out her notebook and write a press release.

Su Cheng was also a little surprised by Kang Le's fierce attitude, put down the things in his hand, and said seriously: "If you don't open a position, the profit is so low, there is no need to do this at all, well, Ah Er, send Miss Di Liya out." ”

The last sentence was his newly learned Russian, and the words were not very clear, but it was enough for the Azerbaijani bodyguard comrades to understand.

Delia, who was pricking up her ears, said "ah" and was carried out by the rude bodyguard.

In the room, the discussion between Sioux City and Kangle is also becoming more and more intense.

This was the first conflict that broke out after the establishment of the Pan Asia Fund.

A month's investment, but no gain, is a great psychological pressure on everyone, and Sioux City is used to this kind of pressure, and the recreation of the rich fifth or sixth generation is not necessarily.

He would rather make less money and hope that his funds will be safe, but because he is in the oil industry, it is difficult to endure **.

Joining the Pan Asia Fund is a leap forward for Global Oil, meaning they really have the potential to be global. And this premise is that you can't find anything that won't be lost.

It didn't take long for Sioux City to notice the British insistence, and finally agreed: "Then convene a committee." ”

"You're going to stop taking positions before the Super Oilfield came along, right?"

"I'll explain the situation. "Sioux City naturally will not agree, there is no impermeable wall under the sky, once the emergence of the super oil field is proven, even if it is concealed, the time is not enough to turn most of the funds into empty orders.

Kang Le left the shop like an old gentleman.

Xiaopang thought about it for a long time, and only then did he figure out what was going on under Qin Yun's explanation, spat at Kang Le's back, and said, "It's okay, it's a big deal to let him quit, I'll make up the money?"

"How many can you have. Sioux shook his hand.

Xiaopang said unconvinced: "Don't say it, I can't take out more than a billion dollars, more than a dozen yuan is easy to say." ”

Qin Yun said suspiciously: "Last time, didn't you have more than 600 million?"

The little chubby leg and stomach shook: "Haha, haha, is it......?

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