The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

The word "white horse passes by" means that time always passes quickly. As every house on the street begins to decorate with lanterns and colorful decorations, the Spring Festival of 1995 is approaching.

It’s the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there’s still one day left before New Year’s Eve.

"Pa bang bang..."

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of firecrackers that can be heard everywhere, the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the smiles on the children's faces make the smell of the new year heavier and heavier.

The New Year is always joyful.

As the most important festival in China for thousands of years is approaching, it is always full of joy and expectation.

But for Zhang Hua, every day of his life has been celebrating the New Year recently.

However, they are also all years, and Zhang Hua's year is the one where every day is like a year.

Because, in the past half month, Zhang Hua's company suffered huge losses, which were so large that Zhang Hua could not accept them.

Bucket shops make money from customers' losses and handling fees generated from transactions. Theoretically speaking, there is no risk of loss at all.

But in fact, there is no such thing as a sure-fire business in this world.

And all of this stems from the market conditions of the treasury bond market in the past fifteen days.

No one expected that the national debt, which has always been known for its stability, would experience a crazy surge. In just fifteen days, the price of the main contract 323 of the national debt rose from 114 yuan to 128 yuan.

What the fourteen-point spread means is very clear.

One point is 10,000 yuan, and 14 points is a total profit and loss of 140,000 yuan.

However, someone in Zhang Hua's company has been holding a total of forty long positions. It is these forty long positions that make Zhang Hua know what it means to live like a year.

A total of forty long contracts, with a profit of nearly 6 million, far exceeded the total losses and handling fees of other customers.

All the profits added up were only a fraction of the losses on the forty contracts.

This means that if the customer wants to pay the other five million, Zhang Hua's company will need to come up with the money.

One can imagine Zhang Hua's mood after losing such a huge sum of money in just fifteen days.

He hopes that the price of government bonds will fall back every day. After all, the market never only rises but never falls. After so much rise, it should eventually come to an end.

But the result made him very disappointed, and he had unspeakable regret in his disappointment.

The price of government bonds was like a shot of chicken blood, pushing up all the way. He could only watch helplessly as the price of government bonds rose to 128 yuan day by day.

Continuous rises and huge losses made Zhang Hua wonder whether the national debt would ever peak, but his subconscious was telling him that there would never be a market that could only rise but not fall.

Therefore, Zhang Hua is very entangled and spends almost every day in entanglement.

He was debating whether to enter the forty-lot position, and he was also debating whether to enter the market if the price went up so much, then he would never be able to make back his losses.

This kind of repeated entanglement makes Zhang Hua feel that every day is so difficult.

In this case, one can imagine the regret in his heart.

Especially when Zhang Hua thought about how hard he had gone to get Zhao Jiangchuan to go long, he couldn't help but want to slap himself.

Zhang Hua couldn't help but wonder if his IQ had dropped, otherwise why would he regard that boy as a fat sheep in the first place.

Fortunately, now, he himself has become a fat sheep.

Zhang Hua arrived at the company early before the market opened at nine o'clock.

The 29th of the twelfth lunar month is already the last trading day of the year for the securities market, and this trading day is Zhang Hua's only hope.

Because, according to the habits of Chinese people, they are used to collecting and clearing accounts years ago, so what Zhang Hua is most afraid of now is that Zhao Jiangchuan will come to close the position and understand the position.

If Zhao Jiangchuan cashes in the forty long lots,

Zhang Hua had to cash in millions of real gold and silver.

Zhang Hua's heart twitched with pain at the thought of losing nearly six million in a short period of time, plus the one million that boy had taken away before.

Seven million.

Even if Zhang Hua is a person who has been through the wind and rain, he cannot afford to throw away so much money in such a short period of time.

With so much money, how many houses, cars, and girls would it cost?

As the saying goes, whatever you are afraid of will come to you.

Just when Zhang Hua was worried that Zhao Jiangchuan would come to cash in the profits, he saw the person he least wanted to see appear.

"Boss Zhang, congratulations on getting rich."

This sentence again.

Zhang Hua just didn't curse her, even though he knew that everyone would greet her like this during the Chinese New Year.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Zhao Jiangchuan was mocking him.

Get rich, especially you get rich.

Zhang Hua felt aggrieved. He felt that Zhao Jiangchuan was treating his place as a cash machine.

But unfortunately, he was so stunned that he couldn't say a word.

A road has its own rules, and a business has its own rules, so a gambling shop naturally has its own rules.

This rule makes Zhang Hua stick to the rules, because credibility is the only foundation of this industry.

Zhang Hua reluctantly pulled back his face and forced out a smile as ugly as possible.

"Little brother, you are really rich. You can wait until now to make a profit of 6 million. I, Zhang, really admire you. How did you do it?"

After all, Zhang Hua is not an ordinary person.

After suffering one loss and two losses, he already understood that Zhao Jiangchuan's ability to make so much money was definitely not just due to luck.

He has been in the financial market for more than two years and has seen countless people make losses and profits, so he knows it very well.

That is, the feeling of making money is actually more uncomfortable than losing money.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, but it's the truth.

Because when people make money, they always have an instinct to want to be safe, but when they lose money, they will hypnotize themselves.

Just like treasury bond futures, there must have been a lot of people who bought at a lower price than Zhao Jiangchuan, and there were even a lot of people who were long at a price of 100 yuan or even 98 yuan.

After all, every short contract will correspond to a long contract, and there will definitely be many people buying at the lowest price in the daily trading volume.

But in fact, there is not even one person who can wait until today like Zhao Jiangchuan.

Those who bought at the lowest price may have closed their positions after making 30,000 yuan, or even made a profit of 5,000 yuan per hand. But no one like Zhao Jiangchuan, who has been able to get the profit on the last trading day of the year. .

At least, in Zhang Hua's betting shop, there was not even one person who had gone long and bought at the price of 100 yuan.

So what Zhang Hua said was sincere. He really wanted to know why Zhao Jiangchuan could wait until today.

You know, that's a profit of nearly 6 million.

With such an astronomical figure, logically speaking, no one can remain calm.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled.

He wanted to prepare to continue to use the excuse of not having time in class to fool Zhang Hua.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he changed his focus.

Zhao Jiangchuan did not answer Zhang Hua's question, he asked instead.

"Boss Zhang, what do you think we should do if we want to make a lot of money?"

Zhang Hua was stunned and found that he couldn't answer at all.

Zhao Jiangchuan had no intention of letting Zhang Hua answer, so he continued.

“If you want to make a lot of money, you have to make a small amount of money first.”