Monday, November 17, cloudy, suitable for travel, travel, going to work, worshipping, bathing, do not take the rest.

It seemed like an uneventful day, with millions of Heungers busy as usual, and it wasn't until noon that there was a short time to rest for dinner. At this time, the café near Central is crowded with white-collar workers in the vicinity, who can spend 20 to 30 Hong Kong dollars for a good lunch and at the same time, they can also have some short social activities.

"Boss, what's going on in your shop? This cabbage sum is overburned, what are you doing?" a white-collar young man with oily hair and a wide suit complained loudly and dissatisfiedly.

"Eat if you want to eat, leave quickly if you don't eat, don't you see that there are so many people waiting?" The waiter at the restaurant was already too busy to touch the ground, and he didn't have time to deal with him.

"Wow, you're doing this business? Sooner or later, it's going to go out of business. The oil-headed young man scolded a few words.

"Okay, okay, 12 pieces a bowl of wonton noodles, do you still want to compare with Mak Kee? Tony, how is the morning? I heard that your company lost more than 700,000 yuan last month?" a white-collar young man with a middle-of-the-length Aaron Kwok style persuaded.

Tony, the oil-headed young man, sighed: "The world is not good, the company's eight traders, all of whom have one-third of the positions, will actually lose them." Two days ago, I was paid, and I only got a basic salary of 1,000, and I didn't get a single commission. Well, don't talk about me, Larence, how is your building selling?"

The basic salary of the trader in Xiangjiang is very low, and even many companies do not have any basic salary, but the trader has to take out one-third of the money to match the company, and Tony's company can pay him the basic salary, which is already very good.

Larence took out a tissue and wiped his glasses, and sighed the same: "It's the same, I haven't sold a house for a whole week, and the New Territories are already 61,000 square feet, where is it so easy to sell? ”

Tony nodded with concern, suddenly thought of something, looked up and asked, "Do you think the housing prices in Xiangjiang will fall?" I just bought a house half a year ago, and if it falls, my net worth and life will be put into it. ”

Larence scoffed, "How can it fall? At most, it won't go up." ”

Tony patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved." Then he said with a sad face, "Next month's loan is due soon, and I was expecting this month's pumping to subsidize it, but now it seems that the whole family has to make money again." ”

Larence asked curiously, "Isn't it possible for you to short stocks when you speculate on stocks? Now that the world is not good, wouldn't it be good to short it?"

Tony shook his head and said: "How can it be so simple, now the market is changing so drastically, where is it good to say whether it is up or down? Last month's stock market crash, many people in our company judged in advance, but still lost money, who would have thought that someone would suddenly pull up in the intraday? ”

Larence was just about to speak, the BP machine on Tony's waist ticked, Tony picked it up and looked, "It's already half past one, Fat Boy Luo urged me to go back quickly." As he spoke, he took a few bites of wonton noodles.

Back at the company, Tony's manager Fat Boy Luo was already standing at the door of the company with a wooden stick, and Tony secretly called him unlucky, so he could only walk over with his head.

"Do you know you're already at work?" Fat Boy Luo squinted at Tony, "his hand outstretched." ”

Tony smiled and said, "Sir Luo, don't you, there are so many people here, save some face." ”

Fat boy Luo snorted, "Face is earned by yourself, and I don't look at your performance last week!

Tony reluctantly stretched out his right hand, and Fat Boy Luo took the wooden stick and slapped it three times in Tony's palm, "Three minutes late, three times, next time you are late, your salary will be deducted!"

Tony grinned and nodded, Ke'er at the front desk covered his mouth and smiled when he saw this scene, Tony and the soul were taught, and he just wanted to talk, but he was glared at by Fat Boy Luo, and quickly ran back to his workstation, cursing secretly in his heart, "Okay, you Fat Boy Luo, you wait for me, don't bully the poor boy, sooner or later I will let you kneel in front of me and lick my leather shoes." By the way, there's also Kerr, when the time comes... Hey... ”

"Hey, did you just scold me in your heart? let me not bully the poor boy and want me to kneel in front of you and lick your shoes?" a fierce voice interrupted Tony's YY, and Tony looked up to see that Fat Boy Luo was standing next to his seat staring at him.

Did you just say it accidentally? Could it be that this dead fat boy has the ability to read minds? Tony smiled and said, "How is it possible?" Luo sir, you are so wise, handsome, stupid, and outstanding, how can I scold you in my heart?"

Hearing Tony's compliment, Fat Boy Luo nodded with satisfaction and knocked on Tony's workstation: "Don't think I don't know what you think in your heart, I know all these little calculations in your heart!

Tony shrunk his neck and began to look at the plate in a pretentious manner.

The trend in the afternoon is still calm, since the stock market crash a month ago, the entire market has been adjusted by shocks, and has begun to enter a stable period, falling a few points every day, and is currently stable at about 7800 points.

Tony made a few trades without being salty, barely earning enough fees, and seeing that it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the stock market was about to close, and Tony couldn't help but yawn.

"Is it better to ask Keer to watch a movie after work? Or go to Temple Street? or go to the movie, the cost is not high, and the atmosphere is good... Tony leaned back in his chair, his head resting on his arms, and thought to himself.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the numbers in the market jump suddenly, and the original red numbers seemed to be even redder.

Tony rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong.

The market, which was stable at 7808 points just now, has now become 7725 points, and in just five minutes, the market has fallen by 83 points!

Pounce on your mother!

Tony hurriedly opened the stocks he was operating, and couldn't help but be dizzy and red! At the least, they all lost 5 points.

Fat Boy Luo's rook resounded in the office, and everyone was asking, "What's going on?"

In fact, everyone has a rough guess that this should be another attack on Xiangjiang by international speculators.

In the past six months, there have been three similar scenes, but they are not as violent as this time.

Everyone, including Tony, answered the phone with one hand and crackled on the computer with the other, and it was less than two minutes before today's close, and it was too late to do any complicated operations, the only operation was to sell the order.

International speculators have attacked Xiangjiang three times, each time lasting about a week to half a month, and it is believed that this time is no exception.

Although it is possible to continue to buy to flatten the cost, for risk reasons, at such a time, a small fund company like them will basically not do this.

"It's over. "Until the closing, the goods in their hands basically didn't go out much, the time was too little, and the fall was too fierce.

"Someone threw out 3,600 short orders in the London foreign exchange market?" Fat Boy Luo's voice became extremely shrill under the horror, and he subconsciously covered his ears when he was a little closer.

"Okay, I'll turn on the TV now, which TV station? Satellite TV Chinese channel? Good, good, good." Fat Zai Luo hung up the phone, sweating profusely and asked Keer to turn on the TV and switch the channel to the Chinese channel of Satellite TV, which had been renamed Phoenix Satellite TV.

"Yes, I think so, under the linked exchange rate system, there is a serious bubble in the Hong Kong economy, and the Hong Kong dollar has been overvalued a lot. Druckenmiller, dressed in a gray suit, spoke eloquently to a British BBC reporter.

"There is news that the Hong Kong government may intervene in the exchange rate market, and the Financial Secretary Tsang Sun-chuen and the Director General of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority, Mr Yam Chi-gang, have both stated that Hong Kong has sufficient foreign exchange reserves to cope with any challenge, Stanley, what do you think about this?" asked the BBC financial reporter with great interest.

Druckenmiller smiled confidently: "I don't think it's wise for the Hong Kong government to adopt an intervention policy, which will affect Hong Kong's reputation as an international financial center." I also admit that now that Hong Kong is under the management of Huaxia, it is very likely that the Xiangjiang government will not be able to withstand the pressure from Huaxia and adopt an active intervention policy to deal with the crisis. But," Druckenmiller's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Xiangjiang will be defeated!"

I saw that some book friends questioned that Luo Zhaohui had been doing it for so long, and he was a child, but in fact, in a real business war, it almost never happened that he could kill his opponent in a day or two or even a month or two, even if the difference in strength was great. Being able to get rid of the opponent in a year or two is already a very fast speed. Moreover, your own victory and the opponent's complete defeat are often two time nodes, maybe now you have won, but the opponent has not completely lost, and the real complete death may be two or three years later.

is as strong as the US imperialists, if they want to engage in ZTE and cut off the supply of ZTE's core chips, ZTE will not go bankrupt immediately, and a country is still like this for an enterprise, not to mention the capital confrontation between businessmen.

Huang Guangyu and Chen Xiao fought for a year or two, and Chen Xiao found an opportunity to send Huang Guangyu to prison, just like that, Huang Guangyu was not completely finished, but planned a counterattack in prison and got Chen Xiao down again.

Going back to the financial crisis, the financial crisis of '97-98 actually lasted for nearly three years, starting with Thailand and ending with Russia, and it was not solved in a single battle. The attack on Xiangjiang by international speculators alone was followed by five large-scale attacks, and there were countless small-scale harassments during the period. The final battle on August 28, 98 lasted for a month.

Of course, it is impossible to write like this, otherwise the pace will be too slow, but it would be too unrealistic to let the author take it in a few words.

(End of chapter)