The trading hall of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange on August 14, 1998.

Huge four-sided displays hang from the ceiling, like an upside-down pyramid base, showing yesterday's Hang Seng Index closing index and rows of green numbers, which are still shocking.

The floor position symmetrical to the four-sided display is covered with a red carpet, with large and small square protrusions, vacant.

From the center to the outside, neat rows of trading desks, simple white tables, white computers, telephones and fax machines, stretch from the inside to the outside.

There is still some time before the official opening of the market at 10 o'clock, and most of the traders in red vests are not yet seated.

They either stood in their places or walked through the aisles with tea, and people they knew nodded and greeted each other, but none of them were loud or expressional.

It's strange that the trading hall of so many people, and the red vests who should have a lot to say to each other, are in a strange atmosphere, like a frustrated crowd who suddenly have anticipation, but are not convinced, for fear that if they are too enthusiastic, too loud, too noisy, they will scare away something that may come.

"Actually, there are more people here today than at any other time this year. ”

After taking a sip of water, sorting out the things on the table, waiting for the market to open, Lao Ben suddenly raised his head and sighed.

Lao Ben is almost fifty years old this year, and the number 0168 on the red vest is numbered. People are from the mainland, but they came very early, and they were lucky enough to enter the exchange as traders very early.

In fact, Lao Ben is not surnamed Ben, and at first, no one called him that. Because he used to like to take his son to the red carpet of the exchange before the market opened, his son's name was Rocky, which was very likable, and everyone slowly began to get used to calling him, Rocky and his father.

Later, when Ben grew up, perhaps because of his exposure to the relationship, he became a fairly famous fund manager at a young age, in short, more promising than a father...... And he was also old, so everyone gradually began to change their words and called him Lao Ben.

This is called for many years.

For many years, Lao Ben has never been so discouraged and disappointed as this year, just as the industry and profession that their father and son once envied are now being looked at sympathetically by neighbors and friends from time to time......

It's as if they're going to lose their jobs at any moment.

At least 90% of the red vests in this lobby are Pansheng, so that they have something to do and make money, and the same is true for Lao Ben.

But this year, all they saw was endless declines. From 16000, down to 6600. Every time a rare good fortune is finally empty, people are gradually lost, desperate, in the past two months, Lao Ben can even see a lot of vacant trading seats every day.

"Today, it's full. He said again.

"Yes, it's full, it's all here. Lao Song, who was familiar with the red vest next to him, answered, smiled, and restrained, and said, "But it's very quiet, and I don't talk much, and I don't talk about it, right?"

"Yes, such a big benefit, I have read the newspaper and waited for it. Lao Ben paused, slightly embarrassed, and said, "Actually, I couldn't sleep a little last night." ”

Old traders, it shouldn't be like this.

"Hey, speaking of which, who isn't?" Lao Song said: "I was secretly excited, hoping that it would come true, but when I thought about it, I felt fake, and I was afraid that I would be disappointed if I believed it, so I looked up and waited, and waited until it was empty......"

Lao Song explained the reason for the strange atmosphere this morning, and he had looked forward to it too many times this year......

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

After entering the door, the high heels landed on the red carpet, the footsteps disappeared, and the person appeared in sight.

Almost the entire trading hall fell silent in a matter of seconds, with people standing in their places, looking in unison towards the door......

It was a woman, very beautiful, with light makeup, red lips, and an unsmiling appearance.

A high-end white shirt is covered with a red vest, the sleeves are rolled up to the forearm, the short hair is neatly combed behind the ears, the shoulders are drooping, and the women's trousers are straight and neat.

"It's really coming. ”

"Hmm. ”

"That's right, it's her ......"

"Qu Mo of Excalibur Capital. ”

At this moment, no one has the heart to sigh how beautiful and temperamental Mr. Zheng's wife is, what people see is the walking dollar, and the number that is likely to jump.

Behind Qu Mo was at least ten young traders in red vests.

Following yesterday's press conference announcing the entry of Hong Kong stocks and facing Soros head-on, the people of Excalibur Capital, according to the agreement, really appeared in the trading lobby of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange for the first time.

And, it's this posture.

Many people silently clenched their fists and began to get busy preparing. Then they found that what should have been prepared had already been prepared.

Involuntarily, his eyes returned to the woman and the red vests behind her. They arrived at a row of trading booths, exchanged a few words with the red vests in their positions, and replaced them.

It's not a VIP room, it's here, in the lobby...... First row. The first battle of Excalibur Capital is presented in the eyes of everyone.

The inexplicable sense of excitement, the sense of the battlefield, and the feeling of going into battle made everyone present a little excited.

Ben hurriedly made a call to the boss, and everyone else was the same. However, most of the instructions they received after feedback were just waiting and seeing...... It's a bit disappointing, but it's understandable.

It's been a year, again and again, who is not afraid?! On the other side is Soros, it's the Youzi Group, who is not afraid?! So, even if it is Excalibur entering, no one dares to bury their heads in the follow-up!

On the side of "It seems to be ......", Lao Song, who had also just hung up the phone, maintained the posture of hanging up the phone, muttered while thinking, then looked up, turned to Lao Ben, and said, "It seems that there is still something missing, I think...... How do you feel?"

Lao Ben thought about it and nodded.

"What's the difference?" Old Song couldn't think of it for a while, and muttered in a low voice.

"Is it because Jiang Che didn't come?" A young trader in the front row turned his head, smiled nervously, and said, "The big boss didn't come......"

"It's normal that the big boss doesn't come today. The other said, "Where is this? ”

"Yes, and we haven't actually had contact with him, so I shouldn't feel that it's him who is missing in my heart......" Lao Song said, as he spoke, he was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes lit up, he knew what he just felt was bad.

His gaze turned to Lao Ben.

Lao Ben looked back and nodded, indicating that you were right, and I thought of it too.

In the past few years, due to the influence of a series of TV series such as "The Great Era", there will always be young people or laymen who have just joined this industry, and they will ask their old traders with great interest:

[In real trading, have you ever seen a real stock god?Or really, really a person with bad luck like Ding Crab?]

These are two questions, but every time they like this, the old traders think of the same answer, the same person.

Some people say that the guy is illiterate, and indeed, the guy doesn't look very cultured, he looks a little rough and arrogant......

He is called stupid and patriotic.

remembers that year, this nickname was taken down for him by the Hong Kong media in order to ridicule him for fighting against more than 30 experts, gambling against the trend...... Later, it became a symbol.

"Yes, that person went from the mainland Shanghai stock market to our Hong Kong stocks, then to the London Metal Exchange, and then to the NASDAQ...... I haven't lost even once, some people say that he is a real god, and some people say that he is just against the sky. The two myths of the decent villain of the Great Era belong to him. ”

Every now and then, old traders say, "But we haven't seen him in a long time." ”

Hong Kong stocks have not been stupid and patriotic for a long time, but he has not stopped the pace of miracles, and his name is getting louder and louder.

Sighing and waiting.

It seems to be going to fail......

At 9:59 in the morning, dozens of seconds later, the Hong Kong stock market on this special day is about to open.

"Beep, beep, beep......" was not loud, and it sounded behind the crowd.

This...... Whistles?!

I remember that year, his whistle blew "shoes are torn, hats are torn......" and "sister, you boldly go forward......"

The tone is different this time, but the feeling is still there.

In the remaining tens of seconds, everyone turned their heads and looked at the door, where the whistle came from, and the slightly rough man in his forties appeared again.

There was still no expression, but his eyes were insolent, and it was still a whistle from no one else.

"It is my life to step into the rivers and lakes, not to be willing to be a bad man, it is better to be a brother, and I wear gold and silver every day......"

Jiang Che once was in a panic and taught Lao Biao, a Hu Jianren, a few Hokkien tunes that were said to be very suitable for him. Lao Biao turned him into a whistle and made today's entrance song. Inexplicably, there is a feeling of standing on a deck shaken by the wind and waves.

Even so, the old pirate's footsteps were still steady, more steady than usual.

No one said hello, and Lao Biao didn't greet anyone, he walked directly through the long, straight aisle paved on the red carpet and walked to the two stacked squares that were slightly raised in the center of the trading hall.

Someone brought a clipboard.

Lao Biao held the pen and wrote four big characters roughly: 7500.

He still knows these words.

Naturally, no one on the spot thought about recalling the rumor about being stupid and illiterate, because the number itself was too dazzling and dazzling......

"What do you mean?!"

"Probably, it should be, today, the Hang Seng Index will go up to 7500. ”

"It is said that Soros opened a short position in August, which is 7500. ”

"Well, so Excalibur Capital is going to block Soros's way in one day. ”

"This ...... But it is more than 900 points. ”

"Well, 900 points up, up 7500, stupid patriotic said. ”