Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Chapter 446 The corpses brought by 879887543778 are all over the field

Bank of Italy, Market and Exchange Department.

6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6

864.50 sell

Along with this string of figures, lira prices fell by one percent at the same time.

The numbers are too long and too many, densely packed together, glowing red under the LED light spot, the floating light is like a layer of blood mist, reflecting Qian Pi's face is red, and his eyes are full of blood red.

Damn it!

How could it be such a set of numbers.

Damn the devil, overpriced so much, this is malicious shorting.

Looking at the numbers that suddenly appeared on the computer screen, Qian Pi bared his teeth, his eyes and face were all red, making his upright facial features look extremely hideous.

An indescribable intuition told him that the final decisive battle was coming.

This group of devil's declaration is basically a declaration of war.

"Bastard. Are they all dead? Catch it, you must catch it for me!"

Ciampi yelled at all the traders.

But looking at the string of numbers on the computer, he didn't realize at all that even he himself had lost the slightest bit of confidence.

When this group of numbers appeared on the Finnish mark, the mark collapsed.

Can Italy catch it?

864.3850

864.3750

864.2950

Looking at the price of lira rebounded slightly under the purchase of the central bank, Qianpi was a little at a loss.

Are there good or bad people?

Yes, there is.

Everyone has good and bad.

Even if he is a criminal, if he is a father, in the eyes of his children, he may be a loving father; in the eyes of his mother, he may be a dutiful son; even in his country, He will also be a patriot.

Is this contradictory?

There is nothing contradictory.

After all, people have emotions, and emotions often come from the environment they are in. This environment is everything that people are familiar with, and all the familiar things will make people feel emotional and determine their behavior.

Just like Chinese football, what day will come out.

Decades of scumbag fighting ability made him sighed by the show host as early as 30 years ago, and in the next 30 years, he still has no bright future. But in the period that has lasted for 30 years, whenever a national football team competes with other countries, the odds of buying the national football team are always the largest.

Why?

Because they will tell themselves wishful thinking, maybe, the national football team will win this time. Even if their subconscious mind tells them that the probability is almost zero, their subjective consciousness still allows them to make a choice.

Therefore, speculators always like to go long.

When they see a market that's going down, they'll complain that the market is so bad it's going down forever.

Apparently, it was a bull who was complaining.

But in fact, for a real speculator, a market with an obvious trend is much better than a market without a trend.

Stanley Crowe talks about it in "Talking about Futures Trading Strategies".

In the summer of 1983, he talked to many corn farmers in the Midwest. The harvest outlook for these farmers is dire -- with smaller acreage, lower yields and underdeveloped crops.

And who better to know the state of the harvest than the people who actually grow the corn?

Isn't all of this good news?

However, a very interesting thing happened, the market ended up falling sixty points instead.

It wasn't just the long speculators, but the farmers in the Midwest who were also taken aback. Many of the speculators who were killed for being long the corn market were Midwestern farmers.

In fact, it seems to be a common problem for commodity producers, especially crop producers, to take an overly bullish attitude towards their markets, because of crop growth or weather conditions in the areas where they grow, and local politicians are not sure what will happen tomorrow. Good opinion, or sheer wishful thinking, is overly optimistic.

Unfortunately, these bullish expectations often turn sour and prices go down when serious safe-haven selling occurs when the crops are finally harvested.

At times, pervasive bullish expectations drive the entire producer into a tizzy of catastrophe if the expected price hike actually falls instead of just not happening.

Simply put, it is self-brainwashing and self-hypnosis.

Or it can be said that most people do long because they like it, and hate shorting because they hate it.

If you have to find a reason, short selling will probably cause the price to fall, which is doing a bad thing; doing long will make the price rise, which is doing a good thing.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is good!

Maybe so!

But unfortunately, as Jesse Livermore said, the market is never bullish and never bearish, only in the right direction.

Lombardy, Exchange.

Luigi Baggio stared blankly at the computer screen not far away, his eyes full of blankness.

As an Italian, he loves the country and hated the damn short sellers before the lira fell to the bottom of the exchange rate mechanism.

How can the great Italy be ravaged by those bastards.

Luigi Baggio would feel a great humiliation and deep anger every time he saw that damned oriental man singing empty liras in the newspaper. A hundred years ago, the great kingdom of Italy even opened the door to the country where the bastard lived, making the stupid and ignorant people there tremble at the feet of the kingdom's soldiers. Now, why should he, a stupid oriental, look down on the great kingdom of Italy.

If it weren't for the Germans who were behind the scenes, what qualifications does he have to sing empty lira as an Oriental.

Finally, the opportunity came.

On the front page of "Il Sole 24 Ore", the governor of the central bank Carlo Azelio Ciampi publicly stated that the central bank borrowed 24 billion marks from Deutsche Bank, equivalent to 36 billion US dollars, and raised the interest rate To 15%, the central bank has absolute confidence to crush any speculators with ill intentions.

What could be a more powerful manifesto than this?

At that moment, Luigi Baggio made a decision that an Italian should make, go long to blow up those short sellers, and kick those devil's ass hard.

But now. What is it?

864.2878-

9887543778

Looking at the huge loss in the positions held in the account, Luigi Baggio's mind went blank.

How can you lose money?

why?

ring ring ring——

The harsh ringtone of the phone suddenly rang, and the sharp ringtone made Luigi Baggio pick up the phone in a daze.

"Hi, hello. Is this Mr. Luigi Baggio? I am Danny Donadoni, duty manager of the Bank of Turin. Since your position loss on the lira position has reached the risk warning line, I would like to remind you to pay attention risk, please add margin as soon as possible. Otherwise, according to the agreement you signed, we have the right to forcibly liquidate your position."

Margin call?

Where can I get money now to make a margin call!

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

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Luigi Baggio dropped the phone in a daze, ignoring the questioning from the duty manager of the cassa depositi e prestiti bank. He was just an ordinary bank employee who spent one million dollars, 70% of which was He misappropriated client funds.

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

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Luigi Baggio clasped his hands together and knelt devoutly in the direction of Rome.

Our Lady above!

The Father above, the Son above, and the Holy Spirit above!

I am your most devout servant and most loyal believer. I sincerely pray for your kindness to let those short-selling devils go to hell!

It's a pity that Luigi Baggio's Madonna and Father God can't speak.

If they could speak, they would definitely say: People can ask God when they are in despair, but who should they ask for when God is in despair?

Is it useful to have more gods?

If believing in gods is so useful, then Japan would have ruled the world long ago.

Like a silent phone call, Danny Donadoni raised his eyebrows. As a professional investment manager, he could feel the despair in Luigi Baggio's heart.

"May the Holy Mother and Father God bless you."

Silently reading a sentence in his heart, Danny Donadoni looked up at the computer.

On the dim and dazzling computer screen, a huge K-line is growing rapidly like a mountain peak.

+9887543778

A very coincidental number, um. Exactly the same as Danny Donadoni's position loss.

Danny Donadoni didn't notice this, he just opened the drawer a little nervously, and took out a cigar from Cuba from the drawer.

A $10,000 Cuban cigar.

Danny Donadoni was usually reluctant to smoke this kind of cigar, but now this one was a celebration gift he prepared for himself.

Kaka——

After cutting the cigar, he picked up the match and lit it, savoring the sweet taste brought by the selected cigars, Danny Donadoni couldn't help closing his eyes comfortably.

Not bad for a $10,000 Cuban cigar, it's just fantastic.

Glancing at the still unused 1,440 billion in Xiyangyang's account, Danny Donadoni exhaled the smoke from his mouth with a sense of awe, excitement, and anticipation beyond comfort.

Praise God!

Colonna District, Gehman Investment Company.

Yulia Sidorov was shocked by the throbbing in his heart caused by the huge impact, and instinctively exclaimed. But before she was ready for the next time, Shen Jiannan took her finger and pressed it on the keyboard again.

Crack, clap, clap—

6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6

A full ten sixes.

Snapped!

Driven by Shen Jiannan, Yulia's finger pressed OK, and a total of 66.6 billion lire was quoted by the spot market in an instant.

66666666666, sell, 866.5

In an instant, the lira had just rebounded to a price of 864.285, and in an instant it gained another 20,000 basis points.

At the same time, the price of lira's monthly futures dropped by 20,000 basic points in an instant, and the profit on the company's account instantly increased by countless units at a speed that could not be accurately counted by the naked eye.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, one hundred million, one billion.

Without giving Yulia time to count the numbers, Shen Jiannan pushed her petite body on the table, forcibly held her fingers, and pressed the keyboard again.

Crack, clap, clap—

6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6

It is another set of units of tens of billions of calculations. As this figure was typed out, the lira, which had just rebounded to 866.3280 in the forward market, was dropped to 866.5 in an instant.

Crack, clap, clap—

66666666666

Crack, clap, clap—

66666666666

After a wave of ups and downs, a wave rose again, and as groups of numbers were knocked out by my own hands, the palpitations brought about affected the soul, making Yulia Sidorov's muscles uncontrollable shrunk together.

But there was no end to it, she could only passively bear the uncontrollable terrifying psychological impact.

Crack, clap, clap—

66666666666

876.85

With the throwing of a series of red numbers, the lira continued to hit upwards like ocean waves. The waves on the trend chart were higher and stronger than the waves, and the profits brought by them had surpassed that of Yuli. Ya Sidorov's limit.

879887543778≈400000000$

"Oh my god!"

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Crazy profits brought unparalleled throbbing, and the blood was uncontrollable like a tide.

879887543778.

Yulia Sidorov screamed suddenly as if she was going crazy.

But the impact of 400 million US dollars is terrifying. The huge impact is no longer bearable by humans. The terrifying power and terrifying purchasing power it brings are enough to shatter anyone's soul and make them want to die.

No one can withstand the thrill of this geometric wealth. The continuous beating of the position profits in the account made Yulia Sidorov's muscles all over her body convulse uncontrollably. The huge psychological and spiritual impact made her drooling unconsciously, rolling her eyes and fainting .

876.8950 Sell 1

876.9050 Buy Flat 1-

13887543778

Boom——

Your position has reached the risk control line and has now been forced to liquidate.

Lombardi and Luigi Baggio stared blankly at the numbers that popped up on the computer and at the huge K line on the time-sharing chart of the computer, as if they had been hit by Thor's hammer, their minds went blank. Regret, self-blame, silently stuck in his heart like a devil's claw, a soreness, so sour that he was almost incontinent.

Then, a bone-chilling chill spread from the heart to all the limbs. The heart-piercing cold was even colder than the cold winter night when the snow was flying.

Why?

why?

Father God!

Our Lady!

Why.

ring ring ring——

The ear-piercing phone rang again unexpectedly, and Luigi Baggio picked up the phone mechanically.

"Hi, hello. Is this Mr. Luigi Baggio? I'm Danny Donadoni, duty manager of the Bank of Turin. Since your position loss on the lira position has been exhausted, the available balance is negative 1.8 billion Sixty million liras, according to the regulations of the exchange, our bank will advance the funds, but you need to make up the deposit within two trading days, otherwise, we have the right to sue you."

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Sue me?

I'm afraid you will sue?

"hehe."

Luigi Baggio laughed subconsciously. He opened the drawer in a daze, and took out a Cuban cigar from the drawer waiting to celebrate for himself.

A $10,000 Cuban cigar is exquisite and mellow.

Reveling in the smell, Luigi Baggio held a cigar, picked up a match and lit it.

Very mellow taste, when the eggplant leaves are burning, a sweet and mellow taste pours into the taste buds, which makes people feel particularly comfortable, but for some reason, there is a faint bitter taste in the sweetness.

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening?"

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It turned out that a cigar worth ten thousand dollars was nothing more than that!

Luigi Baggio ignored the noise on the phone. He was smoking a cigar, grabbed the chair under his buttocks, and slammed it against the glass behind him.

boom--

Under the violent impact of the stool, the tempered glass exploded countless cracks, and the dense cracks were like spider webs, which made one's heart tremble with fear.

"Mr. Baggio, are you listening? If you don't pay the security deposit, we will ask the court to freeze all the property under your name."

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boom--

As if Luigi Baggio didn't hear the voice on the phone, he took the chair and smashed it against the cracked tempered glass again.

clatter——

The tempered glass, which had long been overwhelmed, finally shattered completely, and the glass shards fell to the ground like pearls.

Hoo, hoo, hoo--

The gust of wind came out from a high altitude that was no longer covered by glass. The violent wind blew the clothes on Luigi Baggio's body, and there was no glass to block it. The whole Lombardi scenery appeared clearly as if the fog had been lifted. before his eyes.

Lombardy under the setting sun is glowing with a different kind of red, and the whole city under the setting sun seems to be shrouded in a layer of red luster.

"Mr. Baggio, Mr. Baggio."

No one listened to the noise on the phone anymore, only a burning Cuban cigar lay quietly on the ground, as if silently telling everything.