American Fortune Life

"Papa--"

"Everyone attended the meeting last night, so I won't repeat the individual specific tasks, and...the market will open in five minutes. Remember, before 11:30, our task is to suppress the stocks due in February next year. The price of gold futures, this time investing 2 billion pounds, 10 times leverage, the risk is not insignificant, I believe you all know the generosity of the boss, whether you can go to the warm seaside for vacation this winter, surrounded by beautiful women, is up to you. . .”

In London at the end of December, although there is a festive atmosphere, the cold rain is always so annoying. In a building on Financial Street, the door of the London branch of Liberty City Investment Company is closed. In the spacious hall, urgent calls from Germany and Ireland The 20-member team that was transferred back was making intensive preparations, staring excitedly at the computer screen in front of them.

Chelsea Angel, the manager of the London branch, looked down at the time and said coldly, "Let's get started!"

. . . . . .

"yawn--"

Andy opened his dim sleepy eyes, yawned, stared at the ceiling in a daze, woke up, and looked at the two women on the left and right who were tightly entangled with him and huddled in his arms.

Looking at Tory Black, who was still wearing a Christmas hat, and Lulana, who was wearing a Bambi headgear, he couldn't help but gently chuckled. He was also very satisfied with the tricks of his little assistant.

The big devil fights against the Christmas female warrior riding an elk!

Tori, who made black tea last night and returned to the office, saw the empty office, so he locked the door knowingly. After turning off the main light, he opened the door and entered the lounge. The sound of running water, the incomparably crisp slapping sound, and the voice of that dead girl Lulana who was trying to suppress it, Tory Black, who was a little red-eyed and jealous, directly took out the DV from the bag and opened the door of the bathroom.

Holding in Andy's hands, Lulana, who had two braids flying up and down, turned pale and screamed, startled Andy, who was working hard, and looked back at Tory Black with a smirk on his face from various angles. Close-up, there are also some black lines on the head. . .

Next, the little assistant who took out the Christmas costume and headgear became a little Christmas elk with a red nose during Lulana's protest, while Tori turned into a Christmas female warrior wearing only a Santa hat and a red bikini.

Andy is naturally the great devil of terror, and this is also the image of Andy that has not changed for thousands of years in the assistant role-playing game.

Later, to be honest, Andy felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he is not a superman. Although the game is very fun, he will also be tired, but fortunately, after a night of deep sleep, his physical strength has recovered a lot. Well, at least tonight on Christmas Eve, Ivanna, who rushed back from London, is not a big problem. After all, facing the little Ivanna, he must honestly pay the public rations.

In case it is found that there is no food reserve in the granary, Nima, Andy has no place to cry. You must know that Ivana, the big ocean horse, is also a ruthless character who can't eat enough.

Freed from the entanglement of the pink arms and long tui, Andy sat up, looked at the magnificent scenery in the lifted quilt, and couldn't help but slammed his mouth. Although he really wanted to pounce on it again, he looked at the clock. The American battlefield of the war was not long before it started, and he needed to hurry up to watch the last half-hour final battle of the London battlefield.

Without any further hesitation, he stood up from the top, covered the two goblins with the quilt again, stepped over Lulana, walked to the closet after landing, took out a new set of clothes, threw them on the sofa next to him, and directly He walked into the bathroom and began to wash off the stains on his body.

After changing his clothes, Andy didn't dawdle any longer. He walked out of the lounge, closed the door tightly, turned off the light that had been turned on all night, and unlocked the office door. After checking the time, he walked out of the office and saw one of his bodyguards sitting On the sofa in the rest area, a little tired.

"Thank you, Jesse, go back and have a rest, I'll go to the meeting room downstairs."

"It's okay, Boss, Boss Kenny will come back to replace me in a while." Jessie shook his head and immediately stood up from the sofa.

Quickly walk ahead, help Andy open the door and press the elevator.

Andy didn't say anything more. After all, his security guards had their own tasks, and he would never interfere. He was quite at ease about entrusting his own safety to the group of people he raised.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, it was a bit smoky inside. There were many coffee cups and various foods on the conference table. Several subordinates were watching the situation in the London office in real time from the projection screen hanging from the rostrum. Listening Various news from London.

Seeing Andy coming in, they just turned around and called the boss, and each turned their attention to the laptop and the big screen in front of them. A subordinate with a white shirt sleeves rolled up and a cigarette in his mouth gave him a warm welcome. Andy brought a cup of coffee and reported the situation in a low voice.

Not long after, Budstone, who just woke up in a hurry, pushed the door and walked in. He was coughed a few times by the air in the meeting room, and after greeting Andy, he frowned and walked to the window. By the side, the ventilation window was opened, and several subordinates who were smoking were a little embarrassed to stub out their cigarettes.

"It's okay, just open the windows." Andy smiled and waved his hands. After all, they all started working at 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. Besides, if they don't smoke or drink, do they live just to gather people?

"Boss, the current price of gold futures in February next year has been suppressed to US$810 per ounce, because the market will be closed for the Christmas holiday in the next few days, investors will take profits and other factors, the US dollar exchange rate will fall, and the bulls will protect the market , we can only go so far.”

Andy and Bardstone looked at the image of Chelsea, the person in charge of London on the big screen, and nodded when they heard his report. Andy was quite satisfied with the suppression effect, and said: "There is still half an hour, Then get out of the delivery of empty orders, open two-way options at the same time, buy and go long, control the rhythm, make the illusion of a last-ditch short, and go long to protect the market!"

To be honest, this kind of fighting between left and right, because there is a delay in trading time, requires traders with high skills and experience. They throw away and buy by themselves, so that the price will not fluctuate too much. In order to prevent the follow-up funds from forming a scale, they choose to close the market. It is also the best time to operate half an hour before.

Fortunately, whether it is short or long, Andy has sufficient funds to play left and right swaps, with a leverage of more than 3 billion pounds and ten times. On Christmas Eve, December 24, it stirred up London, which only had half a day of trading time. The gold futures market stunned traders in London who thought there would be a light time for trading due to the holidays.

The scene of long-short battles is quite tragic, especially in the half hour before the market closes, large orders of hundreds of millions and hundreds of millions were thrown out, and the orders were immediately sold out as soon as they were placed. Through various displayed numbers, I personally experienced , Watching the last frenzied fight of long and short, all traders in the London gold futures trading hall looked dignified and excited at the constantly alternating trading numbers and beating prices.

jingle--

After the clock on the trading floor skipped 12 o'clock, the market closing bell rang. Everyone looked at the frozen digital screen and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Many parties protected the gold futures market.

However, this group of unknown bears also retreated completely, not just completely. . .

"Boss, we have made a total profit of about 110 million pounds, but we need to wait until the 27th to cash it out. We used 10 times leverage. Although the capital reached 20 billion pounds, we only suppressed the price by about five dollars. Buy A total of 9 billion pounds of funds were used for option fundraising, and the bulls in the market are very powerful. Even if we use the fastest trading speed, we still have more than 10 billion chips taken away by other forces..."

Andy had a satisfied and happy smile on his face. To Chelsea on the big screen and the group of subordinates behind him who also had the same cheerful smile and high-five each other from time to time, he said with a smile: "I'm very satisfied, you can clean it up." It's a holiday, Merry Christmas! However, your bonuses can only wait until after Christmas..."

"Long live the boss!"

"Merry Christmas, Boss..."

"Merry Christmas!"

The video was interrupted by the cheers of the excited subordinates in London. With a vigorous and cheerful smile on his face, Andy slapped his right hand on the table, stood up from the boss chair, and looked around the conference room. The subordinates with green eyes smiled and said: "The Battle of London is over, now it's up to you!"