Chapter 444: Windfall from Heaven (Medium)
Safwan is a small town on the Iraqi border with a population of less than 1,000 that passes just outside the town from Kuwait City, the capital of Kuwait, to Bastille, Iraq's second-largest city.
In the darkness of night, a sturdy figure evaded the mobile outpost of the Iraqi army and reached the bottom of a hill ten kilometers away from the town. There was a small bush here, and after two gerbil calls, one long and one short, the figure burrowed into the bushes and whispered, "Sidney, how is it?" β
"It's nothing, it's the same as yesterday."
Sidney gave up the night vision binoculars, and Laurien removed the night vision goggles from his head and put his eyes up. Fifteen hundred meters away, the barracks were quiet in the night, and only a few patrols were cruising.
After drinking some water and eating dry food brought back by Laurien, Sidney put on his coat and blanket and began to nap in the sand. It's been ten days, and if it weren't for the $1,500 a day and the $100,000 prize, the son of a bitch would have come here from the ecstasy Big Apple. In this hellish place, the temperature is more than 50 degrees Celsius during the day and 10 degrees Celsius at night, which is really not human.
At half past one in the morning, Sidney seemed to have returned to New York in his sleep, hooked up with a hot girl from a bar, and just wanted to kiss Laurien next to him to wake up, "Sidney, they're moving, call the boss!" β
β****οΌβ Sidney had just cursed in a low voice, and when he heard Laurien's words, he swallowed back the foul words that followed, took out the modified satellite phone from his backpack, skillfully dialed the phone, put on the headphones and whispered: "Boss, the wolf is awake, over." Repeat, Boss, the wolf wakes up, over. β
The radio waves were launched at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second to the satellite, which was then launched back to the Far East Financial Investment Company in Tokyo.
In Steve's office, five satellite phones rang almost simultaneously. Sun Ziming and the others listened intently to the voice on the satellite phone, "The direction of the wolves is the little white rabbit, over!" The direction of the wolves is the white rabbit, over! β
Almost as soon as the voice on the phone fell, Steve opened the office door, rushed out and shouted, "Ten times leverage, a thousand lots!" Ten times long, 1200 lots! β¦β¦β
Dozens of traders were tapping on the keyboard almost at the same time, and there was only crackling sound in the big office, and Steve's excited scream, "Twenty times, 3,000 hands......"
Sun Ziming and Yang Guozhong stared at the computer screen, their bodies trembling like chaff, and they didn't notice that Steve was yelling twenty times or twenty-five times. A long order of 1,000 lots was taken in a few seconds, followed by 1,200 lots, 3,000 lots ......, and the futures price on the computer rose by 2 cents, and then it didn't move.
More than forty minutes later, the madman-like Steve rushed in and shouted, "Boss, all positions have been successfully opened!" β
Successfully opened a position? Sun Ziming, who was still trembling, raised his head blankly, and the satellite phone was still ringing, "The wolf has entered the rabbit's nest, the wolf has entered the rabbit's nest, over." Repeat, the wolf went into the rabbit's nest, the wolf went into the rabbit's nest, over. β
'Oh' Sun Ziming finally came to his senses, with a strange scream, ecstatic hugging Yang Guozhong, who was also trembling with excitement, and exclaimed: "Guozhong, get rich!" β
"Rich!"
Several people screamed wildly, Yang Guozhong rushed to the wine cabinet, and Sun Lei commanded in a trembling voice to the satellite phone: "Hound go home, over, repeat, hound go home, over." β
The champagne was opened, and several people rushed out with the champagne, screaming at everyone, 'Iraq invaded Kuwait, boys, you have made a fortune!' β
After a moment of silence, the Americans began pounding the computer desk, 'Mygod (God) Mygod ......'; '10,000, 10,000 ......' the dull Japanese began to smash the keyboard like crazy.
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The frenzy on the phone just now, the radio waves of GuΓ² also spread to several camouflage points on the Iraqi border, and Sidney, who grew up in the financial city of New York, was the first to react to what his boss was doing, muttering: "Mygod, Mygod"
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Laurien quickly packed up his gear, picked up his huge field backpack, and kicked Sidney, "Boy, it's time for us to go!" β
"Laurien, do you know what the boss does?"
"China Ming, of course it's a movie, haven't you seen "Alonehome"?"
Sidney sat on the blanket and ignored the Iraqi patrols in the distance, scratching a layer of hair that was close to his scalp, and wanted to kill himself in frustration. Seeing Sidney so out of shape, Laurien sat down in confusion and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, BOy?"
"Remember China Ming's last Oprah talk show? Why didn't I invest my retirement money in his company? He's a genius, he's a genius, how can a genius make mistakes? β
Regardless of whether Sidney was crazy or not, Laurion poured all the leftover, frozen water on his head, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I don't care what happened, there are twelve enemies two hundred and twenty meters away, and if they find out, our heads will bloom!" We're going to get out of this place now, and we can't shoot until we have to, ok?"
The icy water brought Sidney to his senses, packed up his equipment, put on his field backpack, and whispered, "OK"
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The news spread much slower than Sun Ziming and their imagination, and after the carnival, a group of people made a fuss, and the price of oil futures on the computer screen remained at 17. $56, up and down no more than 5 cents.
A soggy Steve trembled his lips and gulped down champagne, "Boss, if nothing else, the price of oil will rush to $35 per barrel and you will be a billionaire!" β
Yes, the funds have been magnified tenfold, which is equivalent to tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars to successfully open a position, and now every penny in the price of oil is tens of millions of profits!
Yang Guozhong, who was red-faced, looked at the number on the computer screen that hadn't moved for a long time, and couldn't help scolding: "Damn, why hasn't it moved?" Those reporters grew up eating? β
Sun Ziming is also a little anxious, the war has been broken out for an hour, why hasn't the stock market moved yet?
"Boss, not so fast! Now Kuwait is definitely in a mess, and the reporter's first reaction is to go to the scene to verify the news, which may take half an hour to an hour. After the news is confirmed, they will spread it back to the agency, the TV station, and then to the ears of the financial company, which will take time. β
Before Steve could finish explaining, the computer screen began to move, and many orders with thousands, thousands, and tens of thousands of hands appeared. In the first few minutes, there were still people taking over the long orders thrown out, and ten minutes later, there were only many orders left on the screen, and they were still increasing sharply. The price of oil has also begun to rise from a slow to an accelerated rate, with five cents, ten cents, and fifteen centsγ......