With a pen in my hand, I was writing and drawing on the paper in front of me, and countless thoughts were spinning in my head. I thought about it all night, and my brain hurt when I thought about it.

I have now developed a habit that every time I think, I like to use a pen to write down the questions in my mind on paper, and then scribble on the paper with my own thoughts - this habit is influenced by Chen Yuan. And Chen Yuan, hehe, it's funny to say, he actually read the statement in a biography many years ago, according to Stalin. It is said that Stalin himself liked to scribble on paper every time he was confronted with a difficult problem, and he was particularly fond of drawing wolves, so every time the former Soviet Führer made a major decision, his notebook was often full of wolf patterns.

Thinking too far, I quickly retracted my thoughts, and I found that after thinking too much in my head, I felt very tired and could no longer concentrate.

I looked at my watch, and it was already three o'clock in the morning.

"Damn it!" I cursed that time was going by too fast. It's a few hours before dawn, and then it's a new day - the question is this damn new day, I'm still going to face this conundrum, what the fuck is that mysterious guy fucking on?

Do you want me to fight for tens of millions of dollars to play with him today? Today, well, no. It should be said that it was yesterday. Yesterday was so sudden, from the book value of the stock, I have lost more than 10 million. I couldn't help but think back to the thought I had last time - I literally watched myself, throw tens of millions of dollars into the flushing toilet, and flush away! Am I going to do it again today?

I drew two question marks on the paper, representing two questions that I couldn't figure out right now: Who was doing this? What the hell is this guy's purpose?

A large circle drawn on the paper represents our plan this time. The two question marks in the circle are my two puzzles, and the more I look at the pattern in front of me, the more I feel that the thing I have drawn seems to be a skull with a fierce glare at me. I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, so I crumpled the paper and threw it away.

At dawn I gathered three of my men at once, and then I issued an order that made Byron even more depressed - we will do nothing today!

I gave Regan and Monica a day off, and then I drove Byron and them straight to the stock exchange in Frankfurt. I decided not to sit in front of my computer today to trade - to be exact, I wasn't going to make a move today, I was going to do nothing, I decided to be a bystander.

In the morning, when the stock market opened on time, Byron and I sat in the lobby of the stock exchange center, watching the stock price fluctuate.

Byron was clearly in a bit of a mood, and the expression on his face showed his dissatisfaction. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He complained to me several times along the way. He tactfully warned me that as a leader, I should not hold back at this time, but should see the opportunity to make a move. I'll admit that he was absolutely right about this – if my goal was really to help IBB succeed in the Henkel acquisition, I should have done it. But unfortunately, my purpose is the opposite. Byron's other complaint was that since I had decided to enter the market today, why was Regan and Monica on vacation, while he was here with me to "lose time" -- those were his exact words.

To be honest, I, a Chinese, am a little unacceptable to this habit of Americans. You know, in China, if the leader wants you to do something, who dares to oppose it, and who dares to complain like this? And these Americans are very concerned about personal interests, and their personal interests are very noble in their hearts, and the boss has no right to infringe on them.

I ignored his complaints, but looked at the stock market monographically, Chen Yuan put on a very strong posture today, as soon as the market opened, he invested a large amount of money, and after a smash, the stock price of Henkel actually rose to the price of 11 yuan and 5 cents. Without me going against him today, Chen Yuan was very easy to control. At half past ten in the morning, sure enough, the guy shot again. Several anonymous accounts immediately placed numerous sell orders, and the stock price immediately stopped rising. Chen Yuan suddenly stopped at this time - losing Chen Yuan's resistance, Henkel's stock price fell again. And Chen Yuan seemed to have the same idea as me, and he simply didn't care. Allowing the other party to suppress the stock price, Chen Yuan did not move.

By the afternoon, the stock price had fallen to 11 yuan. I sneered and watched the numbers on the stock price jump, squinting my eyes and thinking: Go ahead, I'm going to see what you want to do.

Chen Yuan still didn't move, it seems that he has also made up his mind to see how far this mysterious figure can go - smash it, the lower the stock price, the more money this mysterious guy himself is losing money, is he having more money and having fun? Chen Yuan and I didn't make a move, he lowered the stock price by himself, see what he wanted!

"Mr. Chen." Byron's face was solemn: "I feel like the other party is really helping us." ”

"Oh?" My heart moved, looking at this professional of mine.

"From today to now, he has smashed the stock price to eleven yuan in one go. According to this standard, he has invested a lot of money. But now the lower the stock price, the more he loses. Now that it is clear that doing this will not do him any good, is he really here to help us deal with Chen Yuan? ”

I also thought of this question. If the other party is an international speculator, then seeing that Chen Yuan and I have not moved today, he should stop. If a speculator does this, then his only way to make money is to pretend to help me work together to lower the stock price, and then wait until we have a new round of "rats", and take advantage of the opportunity of the stock price to rise for a short time to earn the difference - but now Chen Yuan and I have stopped "rats". The other party spared no effort to throw money into it, which made people really can't figure it out.

I lit a cigarette, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "No matter what, today and one day, he has spent a lot of money and lost a lot." I'd like to see how much he's prepared to lose. ”

Byron shook his head: "If we don't rest today, I'm afraid ......"

I immediately interrupted him: "There are no ifs. Byron, I tell you. We don't have any allies, and this guy is definitely not helping us with good intentions. ”

Byron muttered, "But the current situation. ”

I shook my head: "The situation seems to be good, but that's just that we didn't see through each other's real intentions. You know, no one's money falls from the sky. No one would be willing to spend tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds! ”

"Lei Feng?" Byron stared at me with blue eyes.

I smiled slightly: "That's a celebrity that we Chinese know, a person who specializes in doing good deeds and helping others without thinking about his own interests, a very remarkable person." ”

I ignored Byron's astonished gaze, and I knew that by the standards of an American, it would be impossible for them to understand the spirit of Lei Feng. I looked at the people coming and going in the hall, and said silently: "Bustling, it's all fame and fortune." Who would do that without profit? But the question is, where does the benefit come from when he does this? ”

In the evening we returned to Hamburg from Frankfurt, the rail transport in Europe was very fast, and by the time Byron and I returned to the hotel, Regan and Monica were already waiting for us for dinner. The two of them had a good time in Hamburg today, and Regan seemed very enthusiastic about Monica. I know that this Frenchman's natural romantic feelings are at work again--"a people who are overflowing with love." I smiled inwardly.

During the meal, I announced again that tomorrow we will still have a holiday, but Byron will still have to stay with me to watch the stock market. Even though I've promised to pay Byron double his overtime pay, the guy still looks a little sullen.

Later, when Monica and Regan were talking and laughing, the strange look in Byron's eyes made me understand that this kid also had a lot of thoughts about Monica, a beautiful female colleague.

I didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning, I walked into my rented office at the hotel and saw Monica whispering to Byron.

As soon as Byron saw me come in, he immediately said in a cheerful tone: "Mr. Chen, today Monica offered to stay and help us. Byron seemed very happy.

My face was impassive, and I sneered in my heart, I guessed that it was the royal court that gave Monica some instructions last night to make her stare at me.

I talked to Yang Wei on the phone in the early hours of the morning, and I discussed my views on this matter with Yang Wei, and then I said that I would temporarily stop some trading and wait to see how things develop. I'm sure the other side will show their true colors. I had to figure out what his purpose was.

Yang Wei and I have basically similar views, she also thinks that the other party will definitely not last long when he spends money like this, and no one will do such a crazy thing. She said that she was there to help prevaricate, and she asked me not to do anything for the time being, but to hold the ground for a while to see how long the other party could hold on!

Sure enough, after two days of investment, the guy threw a lot of money in the morning, but in the afternoon, the other party suddenly stopped.

I looked at the trading history of the buy and sell, and the Henkel stock stopped moving big. I suppressed my excitement and waited patiently for another twenty minutes to make sure that the other party had indeed stopped. I jerked myself up from my chair. "Good! It seems that the other party can't support it! "In the past three days, he has smashed 100 million yuan. At this level of stock price decline, the other party's loss is at least $20 million. It seems that he can't hold on anymore.

Now it's up to him to act on the second step.

It was as if my heart was being pinched tightly by an invisible hand, and all the blood rushed up to my head.

What will the other party do next? I used to think about this question myself, but I couldn't figure it out anyway. Because according to my calculations, the other party is doing this, even if he pulls up the stock price by himself, the other party can't make any money, and it is already a very ideal situation to be able to pull back the losses that were smashed in the early stage.

So where do his interests come from?

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Henkel's stock price suddenly moved.

There were several very large buy orders on the transaction record. "Someone is eating! Someone is trying to pull up the stock price! Byron immediately shouted at me excitedly.

Monica suddenly interjected: "Could it be that Chen Yuan came forward to protect the disk?" Now that the stock price has fallen so low, he should also come forward to resist. ”

I glanced at Monica and had a strange thought. Since this woman and I came to Germany, every time I worked, I never expressed any opinion on things in the stock market, how could I speak today?

Byron immediately replied very kindly, "Possibly." But that's just one of the possible surnames. It's also possible that the mysterious guy is driving up the stock price himself. In the past two days, he has thrown in a lot of money, and now he can only raise the stock price so that he can recover his losses. ”

I shook my head and smiled wryly. That's exactly what I can't figure out - the other party throws the stock price down by himself, and then pays to raise the stock price himself. Of course, if a speculator sits on his own after controlling a stock, and then makes those retail investors follow the trend by making the stock price high, he can make money like this. But the problem is that the current Henkel stocks, as well as me and Chen Yuan, have not made a move, and he can't sit in the bank at all, let alone make any retail money - there are no retail investors in the current Henkel stocks, so Chen Yuan and I have already squeezed them out! This mysterious figure contributed his own money and efforts to smash the stock price low and then pull it up, tossing back and forth, and he couldn't make money at all. It's nice not to lose money! Could it really be that a rich man has too much money and his brain burns out?

I pretended to go out to the toilet, found a place where there was no one, checked the surroundings first, and then checked my whole body with a small anti-eavesdropping metal instrument of Yang Wei's own, and after making sure that no one had secretly installed a bugging device on my body, I called Chen Yuan with a satellite phone.

After the phone was connected, I immediately asked Chen Yuan: "Someone in the stock market has come forward to raise Henkel's stock price, did you protect the disk?" ”

"No, it's not me." Chen Yuan's voice was very low, but there was also a little excitement that could not be concealed.

I was immediately relieved.

Chen Yuan continued: "It seems that the other party did it. In the past two days, the two of us have done nothing, watching him act on the side, and now he seems to be unable to act alone! ”

I slowly sneered: "That's right, it seems that our Lei Feng friend is finally going to show up." ”

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[Don't forget to smash the ticket while reading the book :)]

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