"Sell all the stocks tomorrow?" Han Songyang and others looked at each other, but they knew that the man in front of them was a talented person who casually spent more than one billion to speculate in stocks, so what he said should be correct.~
"Yes, sold," Hong Dali nodded: "It is estimated that there are many people copying the lower limit today. This part will definitely be sold tomorrow. In addition, there are too many hold-up orders on it, and the selling pressure will be serious tomorrow, so
Well, it’s better to run first.”
"It makes sense." Han Songyang and others thought about it carefully and nodded immediately: "Okay, then we will sell the stocks in our hands tomorrow. By the way, Dali, get in the car first, and I will take you to meet someone."
"Ah? Who?" Hong Dali asked curiously.
"We have a CEO of a securities firm here. The market has plummeted during this period, which has made him very distressed. I know you can trade stocks, so I recommended you to him." Han Songyang opened the car door: "Talk to him.
Maybe there is some way."
"Oh, it's done." Well, we still have a mission, so this happened just in time, so it's good to go and take a look. There are thousands of achievement points, don't give them up in vain, okay?
So a few people got in the car and set off.
In the car, Qiao Suyu was sitting in the driver's seat, and Li Nianwei and Tang Muxin were both in her car - don't ask why, they did it on purpose...
"Then... that, you, you are all Dali's... Dali's wife?" For a moment, Qiao Suyu didn't know how to speak, because she couldn't figure out which of the two women was Dali's wife?
, but the attitude seems to be...
By the way, didn't we agree that we can only have one wife...
However, after Tang Muxin came back from such a big circle in the universe, she already took this matter lightly and said with a smile: "I am Dali's fiancée, and Sister Nianwei is about the same. Sister, what is your name?"
Hong Dali really has two wives?! And it seems that the two wives have a good relationship? What is this situation?
"I...my name is Qiao Suyu," Qiao Suyu's face flushed with embarrassment: "You two are together. Don't you mind at all? After all..."
"Oh, that, it doesn't matter," Tang Muxin hugged Li Nianwei's arm: "We have experienced a lot, and we can't finish it in a short while. Anyway, as long as everyone is safe, we don't mind too much about anything else.
La."
Well, from the earth to the universe, I have experienced a lot of good and bad things, and I can’t even tell them all.
"Oh...that's it..." Qiao Suyu stopped talking, her mood was very complicated.
"Hehe, Sister Qiao, are you also in love with my Dali?" Tang Muxin asked with a smile from behind: "My Dali is actually quite attractive..."
"No! No!" Qiao Suyu's face instantly turned red with embarrassment and she didn't dare to speak anymore.
Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei looked at each other and knew at a glance that Qiao Suyu was probably in love with Hong Dali. Alas, this old guy turned out to be a romantic seed for a day without any heart. He was really merciful...
Soon, the car stopped under a building in the city center. Hong Dali looked up and saw the four characters "Huatai Securities" written on the big plaque above.
"Here we are, this is it." Han Songyang got out of the car and said, "Mr. Ren is on the 16th floor. He hasn't slept well for several days."
"Oh..." Hong Dali said softly, and without thinking too much, he followed a large group of people and went upstairs.
On the sixteenth floor, get out of the elevator. Go straight to the right. In front of you is a large office with a sign "President's Office" hanging on it. Han Songyang knocked on the door: "Mr. Ren, are you still there? It's me, Han Songyang."
"Is it Xiao Han? Come in." A slightly haggard baritone voice came from inside the door. You can tell from the voice that he really hasn't had a good rest in the past few days.
Han Songyang opened the door, and Hong Dali walked directly in. He saw a middle-aged man pressing his right thumb on his temple and moving constantly. He must be the Mr. Ren that Han Songyang mentioned.
"Hello, I'm Hong Dali," Hong Dali sat on the sofa minding his own business and said with a smile, "I heard that the stock market is not doing well these days, but this has nothing to do with you, Mr. Ren, right?"
After all, Mr. Ren works as a securities dealer and makes money whether the stock market rises or falls. Why is he so worried?
"Oh, why isn't it big?" Mr. Ren smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "It is falling like a cliff every day. During this period, there are more and more financing customers approaching the closing line, but the market is falling so much.
They all hit the lower limit, and even the positions cannot be closed. How much money will it cost to fill in the price if it falls for one more day?”
Well, from these words, Hong Dali could really tell that he was really helpless...
Originally, in the past, no matter how much financing customers raised, securities firms were basically guaranteed to make a profit. Once they reached the line, they could close their positions and sell the pledged stocks. But the problem is that now it is plummeting like a cliff every day.
If the day opens low again, it will be equivalent to closing the position and not being able to make back the capital...
"Actually, this isn't the most disturbing thing," Mr. Ren sighed: "The higher authorities have begun to pay attention to such a cliff-like drop. We as brokers must come up with ideas. The problem is that I really have nothing to do now.
What a great idea. Facing such a market, I am powerless."
Once the market collapses, it will definitely be impossible to pull back no matter how hard it is. This is no longer a matter of one or two companies, but a matter of the entire society. Unless he can spend tens of billions like Hong Dali.
Blink, otherwise who would dare to joke about their wealth and life? Besides, even if you have money, it’s not cash, and you simply can’t come up with so much cash...
"It does sound depressing." Hong Dali touched his chin and suddenly asked: "By the way, have you found the reason for such a decline? If you don't know the reason, there will be no way to solve it."
"You don't know?" Mr. Ren looked at Hong Dali strangely, then looked at Han Songyang: "Xiao Han, he doesn't know such an important thing? You said he can do it..."
No wonder he asked this question. After all, Han Songyang had definitely said that Hong Dali was very powerful. He also specifically mentioned the arrest of Heilongtang before. Otherwise, how could Mr. Ren meet him? But now he heard that Hong Dali said that he
I didn’t know the reason, so I immediately became suspicious.
"Mr. Ren, let's put it this way, I think a person who can spend more than a billion in spare money to speculate in stocks should have no problem." Han Songyang said with a smile: "I still remember the electrocardiogram and big-mi-mi trends some time ago.
Stocks, right? It’s just something Dali was playing around with when he was bored.”
"Did you get that ticket?" Mr. Ren was finally willing to face Hong Dali seriously. After all, everything else is false, and strength is real. He thought for a while, and then asked: "Well, I understand this requirement.
It's a bit excessive. I want to see Mr. Dali's account to prove it, okay? After all, it's a big deal, and I can't take this kind of thing as a joke."
"Do you really want to watch it?" Hong Dali scratched his hair: "I think it's better not to watch it..."
"You must see it! You must see it!" The more Hong Dali said this, the more Mr. Ren wanted to see it: "It is related to national secrets, you must see it!"
"Okay..." Hong Dali reluctantly took out his phone and said, "Actually, it's not good for you to watch too many things..."
Then open the stock program on your phone and enter the password: "Say it first, don't say it out loud, otherwise you will understand..."
"Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone!" Mr. Ren, the president of Huatai Company, took the phone. At this time, Han Songyang also came over curiously. The two of them were so frightened that their eyes almost popped out!
"A hundred, a million, a hundred, a million, a trillion...more than 280 billion in cash?!" Mr. Ren's voice almost blew the roof off. At this time, he looked at Hong Dali as if he was the last person in the world.
Devout believers are looking at the gods they believe in: "Oh my God, this position... this position..."
What is the biggest dream of a stock trader?
He definitely hoped that all the stocks he bought would reach the daily limit... But unfortunately, Hong Dali did this...
In a long row, except for the Lei Ming shares at the top which are green due to the recent market crash, hundreds of stocks below are all red! They are all at their daily limit!
What about CRRC, MCC, First Heavy Industry, Petroleum...
There is a big row with the Chinese prefix, which is a total of forty or fifty, and there is another big row of Shanghai Electric, Dongfang Electric, etc., all of which are large-cap stocks! Even the Agricultural Bank of China and the like are worth billions.
…
This guy is so rich that he can't rival the country, I'm so stupid!
Now Han Songyang finally knows why such a miracle day happened today. It is entirely because Hong Dali is back...
"Dali, you hid it so deeply..." Han Songyang smiled bitterly: "Who would have thought that you are so rich..."
Han Songyang didn't dare to ask why he had so much money. After all, he had now discovered that he and Hong Dali were not on the same level at all...
More than 280 billion in cash! What is the concept?! The national pension is only 3 trillion! In other words, one Hong Dali can almost support the retired elderly in the whole society...
"Young Master Dali, you are really the beacon of salvation!" Mr. Ren's attitude completely changed. In fact, anyone who sees such a number has to change it. It is absolutely impossible to describe it as a saying that "wealth can rival a country".
Not too much.
"It's easy to talk about it, remember, don't tell anyone about me," Hong Dali sniffed. To be honest, he really didn't have any idea about numbers now. After all, the base number is a bit big... But this matter can't be told outside. It's not related.
Too big.
"Don't worry! You won't tell anyone even if you kill me!" Mr. Ren nodded and bowed: "Well, Master Dali, how do you think we should solve this matter? Please sit down, please sit down!" Mr. Ren pressed Hong Dali's button.
Sitting in his seat, his face was full of flattery: "If you need to explain anything, I promise to explain it to you!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!