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I'm not particularly accustomed to sauna days in the south, so when Russia's default broke out, Fu Zhengyi became more and more reluctant to leave the hotel.

Sitting next to the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, the coolness of the air conditioner, the wisps of fragrant fragrance rising from the Longjing tea in the cup, the CTR monitors lined up in front of him, and the humming sound of the host fan, made him feel like he was in a trance of working in the trading room.

Seeing that Fu Zhengyi had been sitting in front of the computer for half an hour and had not made any movements, Ran Ying, who was holding her breath and was silent, finally determined that he was distracted rather than paying attention to the market, and asked out loud quite incomprehensibly. "Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

Slowly turning his face, Fu Zhengyi blinked his eyes before coming back to his senses. "What's wrong?"

"Miss Tang has been locked up for ten days, why aren't you worried at all?"

Fu Zhengyi was a little surprised. "Worried, why should I worry?"

"The account she manages has four billion funds, and tens of millions of them are gone with a slick of her hand!"

Fu Zhengyi was a little surprised. "Why did she slip her hands?"

"She's a human, not a machine, how can she not make a mistake?"

Finally understood what Ran Ying wanted to express, Fu Zhengyi asked with a sigh of relief. "Then do you want to lift your feet first if you want to walk?"

Ran Ying was a little dazed. "Of course you have to lift your feet, otherwise how to walk?"

"That's fine. There is a word called 'instinct', Tang Yan can keep five minutes without interruption without making mistakes even if her eyes are closed, old Tony said that she has maintained the training of blind typing on the keyboard until now, and the keyboard she uses must be replaced in three months, and the long-term repetition of training has made trading her instinct, so your worries are simply unfounded......

Remembering that Tang Yan came over with two brand-new cherry mechanical keyboards, Ran Ying couldn't help but exclaim. "Wow! Even the cherry keyboard takes three months to get a new one, isn't that a waste?"

Glancing at the market, Fu Zhengyi said with a smile. "Theoretically, the service life of each key of the cherry keyboard can reach 20 or 30 million times, but according to Tang Yan's training data, the new cherry keyboard can only maintain her high-intensity use for four months, and her usual habit is not to replace until a certain number key is desensitized, so the word waste has nothing to do with her!"

Seeing that he was in the mood to tell himself about this today, Ran Ying hurriedly moved a chair and approached him. "Mr. Fu, then you really don't worry about Miss Tang being coerced and manipulated after being imprisoned, or is it a slippery hand and losing money?"

Stretched out his hand and poked a finger on her head, Fu Zhengyi couldn't laugh or cry. "What do you think! A trading team of more than 60 people, on average, each person has more than 500 million funds in charge, Tang Yan's money is really not enough compared to the funds that will actually be invested in the market, even if Cheng Zhihan is shameless, but this matter involves Mr. Chen's reputation, if he dares to mess around, someone will bring him to justice in minutes!"

Covering the stabbed head, Ran Ying puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. "Your heart is so wide! I just suffered a big loss from the Cheng brothers before, and now I am still helping them speak, and billions of funds are thrown to that beautiful mixed-race child to operate, if I am definitely unable to eat or sleep these days!"

"So you can only be an assistant, not a Wall Street trader!"

Being so underestimated, Ran Ying pursed her lips and looked angry. "Whew, isn't it just fast typing, quick response, and high accuracy, if I give me time, I'll be able to do it!"

"Although I don't really think that there are geniuses in the world, but sometimes you don't believe it, you think that becoming a top trader only takes time to train......?

suffered from Fu Zhengyi's ridicule and blow, although Ran Ying said that she had a bitter face, she was not annoyed, but became more and more curious to understand the doorway.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhengyi was not ready to say any more, waved his hand and turned his face to look at the market. "Okay, don't worry about things that are not within your ability!Go, help me order a set meal, eat early, take an early lunch break......"

Ran Ying stood up helplessly, complaining and walking outside. "Hey, how do you feel like my assistant is like being an old mother, and I have to be responsible for ordering you a meal......"

Seeing that Ran Ying went to order food by phone, Fu Zhengyi went to open the transaction records of the morning futures market, and saw that the number of warehouse receipts agreed between him and Tang Yan was gone after half past ten, and he understood that she had completed the task according to her own requirements.

If the fund companies in New York and London opened long positions in the futures market in strict accordance with the requirements, then even if the domestic coalition forces did not believe his analysis, this time the international funds would definitely have to pay a heavy price for the situation they set.

The basis of the international tour capital to repair the plank road and the dark Chen Cang is to make the opponent not know which market their real main force is, and through public opinion, through the research report of the investment bank, and through the subtle way to transfer the target, so as to have the effect of confusing and take the opportunity to complete their victory escape.

But at present, the hole cards of international travel funds are equivalent to being spread in front of Fu Zhengyi, if they can no longer complete the ambush and strangulation of these funds, it is really unreasonable.

After counting the long and short positions in the past two weeks, Fu Zhengyi felt that if the international capital could be more greedy, then they would be affected when it came time to move their positions next week.

For every point of the Hang Seng Index rises, a bullish futures contract can reap a profit of 50 Hong Kong dollars, and based on the account of 4 billion funds managed by Tang Yan, there is only 8 or 900 points of space, and the expected income is as high as 600 million Hong Kong dollars.

Roughly remembering the amount of losses lost by hedge funds at the end of the month, Fu Zhengyi had already deduced the probability and possibility of various situations occurring, so he believed that magnifying the original loss amount by ten times would still not be enough to make international investors lose their eyes and take risks and destroy their original escape plan.

Tang Yan's account only has 4 billion funds, but the funds reserved by the New York and London fund companies for this battle are as high as 5 billion US dollars.

Thinking like this, the corners of Fu Zhengyi's lips curled unconsciously.

The morning market has not yet closed, when Fu Zhengyi picked up the knife and fork and was about to enjoy lunch, Cheng Zhihan, who was the commander-in-chief of the operation, walked into the trading room, and he called the person responsible for recording the morning transaction over to ask, but he couldn't help but stare at him. "What do you mean? The account that the girl manages has completed this week's buy-in?"

"Miss Tang, who is in charge of the funds of Weizhi and Feixiang Building, said that she slipped her hand and completed the purchase plan that was supposed to be completed in four days ahead of schedule......

Cheng Zhihan's face turned white. "How did she slip again? How many times did she slip her hands?"

The person in charge of statistics didn't dare to raise his head, thinking that she was not the only one who had a slippery hand in the trader's hand, and the girl apologized very sincerely and humbly every time, what should you do if we let us be responsible for the statistics?

snatched the record book from the statistician's hand, and Cheng Zhihan flipped through last week's records, but he was furious. "Last Thursday, she said that she had completed forty percent of her positions by hand slipping, and the day before yesterday when the news from Russia had not yet arrived, she had completed eighty percent of her positions, and only the remaining twenty percent of the positions were originally required to be completed by the end of the week.

The more Cheng Zhihan spoke, the more angry he became, and the louder he shouted, many traders who were still operating couldn't help but turn their eyes to the workbench set up in the corner alone.

Although she couldn't understand Chinese, she was stared at by so many eyes, and Tang Yan also felt something, she hesitated to stand up and saw Cheng Zhihan glaring at her, so she had to fold her hands and apologize with a bitter face. "I'm sorry, I didn't have a good rest last night, because I drank coffee at ten o'clock, and I bought too much because of my hand slippage......"

Without waiting for Tang Yan's words to finish, Cheng Zhi roared angrily. "Slipping your hand? With your hand, it's hundreds of millions! With such ability, you dare to say that you are a genius trader praised by Wall Street?"

With an apologetic face, Tang Yan lowered her head as if she was very embarrassed and twisted the hem of her shirt with her fingers, making the breath of the traders who had focused their eyes on her breath tight, and even muttered 'Who doesn't have a hand slip', so that Cheng Zhihan even has the heart to kill.

After twelve o'clock, Cheng Zhihan simply asked the traders to eat, and he took the person in charge of on-site supervision to check the account operated by Tang Yan, and found that although Tang Yan had slipped her hand for the third time today, her trading point in the futures market was still extremely accurate, and the surplus had exceeded 400 million so far, and she had invested in the futures market in a rolling way!

Cheng Zhihan saw Tang Yan drooping his head and looking pitiful waiting to be criticized, he was angry, but he noticed that the people around him were all sympathetic, even his female secretary, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that Fu Zhengyi This kid is simply too cunning, find such a young and beautiful mixed-race girl to be a trader, even if the on-site supervision is strictly managed, but which of them can really speak ill and scold such a girl?

That's it, that's it, let her go, it's already full anyway, and you don't need to take responsibility for the loss, why do you care so much!

Thinking so, Cheng Zhihan left the trading room without saying a word...... (To be continued.) )