Kaoru Iwamoto's intuition was not wrong, after the bears revealed their strength, there were obviously more followers in the market, and traders and traders who have been immersed in this market for a long time know that the direction of the market has changed, although this change is only a symptom.

What really worries Kaoru Iwamoto is that if this shili grows bigger on the spot, it will affect the performance of the Japanese stock market, and the secret of the capital market is a confidence, whether it is a bull market or a bear market, it is all supported by a steady stream of confidence. Therefore, he and the consortium behind him must not allow this phenomenon to continue.

But at present, it is difficult for him to compete with the other side with the funds in his hands, so he thought of some representatives from Japan, who, like him, have the responsibility of supporting the confidence of the Japanese market.

It is also strange to say that after the Nikkei 225 index futures were originally opened on the Singapore exchange, most of the consortiums behind them were sent here in the hope of hedging some risks, and the general direction of the operation was shorting. However, in the face of the booming Japanese stock market, shorting is tantamount to self-defeating and affecting their future, so they have changed direction and moved to the side of the bulls.

As a result, representatives of several major consortia of their consortia often meet privately on weekdays to discuss future trends and operations, forming a small circle. After earning a lot of profits for the consortium for several consecutive years, the consortium behind them also acquiesced to their practice, and some consortiums even set up a special stock index futures trading department to separate these people as an important profit contributing department in the group.

Some of these Japanese foundations come from the Kanto region, but also from the western region. However, they are all led by six major consortia, namely the Mitsubishi Foundation, the Mitsui Foundation, the Sumitomo Foundation, the Fuji Foundation, the Miwa Foundation, and the Koyo Foundation, as well as some emerging foundations such as the Sakura Foundation, the Osaka Foundation, and the Kobe Foundation. These conglomerates have penetrated all aspects of the Japanese economy, including machinery and ships, automobile manufacturing, petroleum development, computers, telecommunications, chemical industry, banking, semiconductor industry, real estate and other important industries.

Kaoru Iwamoto hails from Tokyo-based Kyowa Bank, one of the country's top 10 banks, and ambitious executives are working hard to push the already giant commercial bank into the top five in Japan.

When Kaoru Iwamoto first came to Singapore, the people of the major consortia only greeted him politely, and did not look at him and the shili behind him very much, until Kaoru Iwamoto made a big name in the market with his accurate judgment of the situation and mysterious operations, and the agents of these super consortia accepted him into this small circle.

At this moment, several Japanese people who are active in the Nikkei futures index market in Singapore are gathering in a small room for a meeting before the opening of the day.

Kaoru Iwamoto strongly requested that this meeting be held, and he must share his views with these peers, reminding them to be aware of the pitfalls and not to be broken one by one because of lack of funds.

"Iwamoto-kun, are you telling the truth?" A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears groaned for a long time before he asked with a frown. The stakes are high, and he must think twice. This person is Taro Odasawa from the Mitsui consortium, and he has a certain prestige among this group.

"Yes, Oda-kun, I believe that this group should have more money than everyone here, so we must join forces to ensure the stability of the Japanese market." Kaoru Iwamoto hurriedly nodded and bowed, for a hierarchical society like Japan, the necessary etiquette is indispensable.

"Then Oda-kun, can you estimate the total amount of their funds?" A middle-aged man with a short stature and a disdainful face snorted coldly and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Watanabe-kun, although I'm not sure at the moment, according to my estimates, it should be no less than three billion dollars." Kaoru Iwamoto bowed ninety degrees again and replied respectfully. The person who asked him was Ryoichi Watanabe, a representative of the Mitsubishi Foundation, who was very self-assured and often dismissive of other people's opinions, and at the same time had a lot of opinions about Odasawa Taro, who was about the same generation, and the two sides were in a delicate relationship.

After hearing the figure estimated by Kaoru Iwamoto, all the delegates at the meeting gasped and stopped making a sound. Three billion dollars is not much, but the shrewd of you can think that this may be only the first amount of money, at least not less than that, and it will also cause most of the market to follow, yesterday's market is a very good example.

"Gentlemen, don't worry, not to mention that the domestic market is still very prosperous, according to the current form, everyone here may not lose to them, and we still have a lot of support from China." Seeing that everyone was silent and the scene was a little embarrassing, Oda stood up and cheered everyone up.

"On one other point, I think you all know that if one of them wants to switch to the court, it will be a sinner of our country. At that time, unless it is a seppuku suicide, no matter what you do, you will not be able to wash away the charges on your body! Do you understand? Oda's tone became stern, and his eyes stared at Watanabe Ryoichi, who was still a little jumpy before.

Giving Oda such a stern look, Watanabe turned his face away with a weak heart, although he was extremely unhappy in his heart, he still accepted it with the others.

In this way, the Japanese financial alliance in Singapore formed a loose alliance of disc protection.

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In the whole of October of '89, the entire Nikkei futures market in Singapore was full of short-handed battles, flesh-and-blood battles, with the Japanese alliance led by the long side and the mysterious money led by the short side in every price to carry out an all-round fight, and the other participants in the market after a long or short observation, have chosen to join one of them, so that there are more sides of the fight.

However, these have not affected the overall performance of the Japanese stock market, the Nikkei index is still steadily rising, creating new highs one after another, and there is no trend of turning around, and the domestic economic situation in Japan is also very good, and the total economic volume is catching up with the United States.

Under these circumstances, the air side was naturally defeated and retreated, and by the beginning of November, it had already lost its armor and was unable to form an army. As analysts expected, after launching several symbolic counterattacks, the main funds of the bears completely disappeared from the market, as if they had already conceded defeat and left the market.

In this case, the Nikkei index has no opponents, and the index has gone all the way up, hitting new highs repeatedly, and those investors who follow the long side have made a lot of money and smiled, while the bears who bet on the wrong treasure are cursed, or switched to the court, or just left the Nikkei index and tried their luck in other investment varieties.

"Iwamoto-kun, don't be so serious, come and have a toast, this time thanks to your intuition, otherwise you wouldn't have won so easily!" Watanabe picked up the wine glass in his hand and staggered it in front of Kaoru Iwamoto. You know, in the hierarchical Japanese society, it is definitely a great honor to be able to toast your predecessors.

Kaoru Iwamoto, who was still pondering, pulled the people around him, and then he came back to his senses, and he quickly raised the wine glass in front of him, touched Watanabe respectfully, and drank the sake in the glass.

This is a Japanese club in Singapore that caters to Japanese people in Singapore. Two Japanese women in kimonos were snuggled up to the men in suits and leather shoes, chatting and laughing indulgingly while enjoying the steady stream of sake and sushi handed by the women around them.

It was a small room, with a long table in the middle, and the guests were sitting on tatami mats, on either side of the table, and in the very back of the room was a geisha dressed as a woman, with a face painted pale and lips as red as blood, babbling and singing with a handful of shamisen.

"Ishida-kun, haven't you found out the source of the funds yet?" Kaoru Iwamoto put down his glass, tilted his head and asked a man who was already drunk. This person's name is Nobuo Ishida, and he comes from a consortium that is inextricably linked to the underworld, and it is precisely because of this relationship that he is accepted into this social circle by the people of these major conglomerates.

There is no other reason for this, because the Japanese mafia is huge in Southeast Asia, far exceeding the influence of the Japanese consortium. The local yakuza are deeply influenced by the Japanese underworld and work closely together in drug trafficking, pornography and smuggling.

Of course, although Singapore is an elected country, it is only a one-party power, in fact the country is controlled by the Lee family, and internationally, Singapore is backed by China.

With these factors, it is difficult for the local mafia to develop, but in neighboring Malaysia and Indonesia, the shili of Japanese yakuza is quite large.

"I don't have any clue, I just know that it is a broker from the United States, and I think that the Americans are behind it!" Nobuo Ishida shook his head and replied with half-squinted eyes. His hands kept roaming over the body of the woman next to him, making it unclear whether he was really drunk or taking advantage.

"America, ......"

Suddenly, the bustling room fell silent, and most of the people present were in their forties, who had experienced defeat in World War II and had seen the swaggering American army take over Japan, and in their minds, Americans were invincible.

Even after a period of rapid economic growth, Japan's economy has far surpassed that of its time, but the Americans' shock to their generation of Japanese is still unshakable.

"There is nothing to fear from the Americans, sooner or later we will defeat them!" Seeing that the scene was a little deserted, Xiao Tian, as the convener, raised his glass and cheered everyone on.

"yes......"

"Sooner or later, our Great Japan will one day break free from the control of the Americans!"

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Everyone present shouted one after another, and began to get drunk and die again. It is unlikely that their generation will want to restore the glory of the Japanese militarist era, but the new generation of Japanese, who have become rich in their pockets, are constantly thinking of getting rid of the remote control of the Americans politically.

"It's not going to be that simple!" In the midst of cheers, Iwamoto's low muttering was completely drowned out. (In order to thank the more than 3,000 recommended votes, a new chapter is hereby added, and I hope you will continue to support!) ）

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