Buffett looked at Zhu Xianhai as if he were a fool, and then said.
"Sir, do you know what you are doing?"
"It's okay. I just like excitement. Small fights don't suit my personality. For futures, the greater the risk, the higher the profit!"
Zhu Xianhai smiled.
Are all Chinese people such a big gamblers?
Stud is a kind of wisdom?
This... seems to make some sense.
Suddenly, an idea came to Buffett's mind:
"Etc., etc!"
Pulling Zhu Xianhai, Buffett's tone seemed a little nervous.
"You, you don't have any news, do you?"
This, this is just a coincidence.
After a moment of silence, Buffett felt that this seemed impossible, so he hesitated and tried again.
"Did you hear anything from Major Bellucci?"
Looking at Zhu Xianhai, Buffett's heart suddenly clenched.
God can testify that he bought tens of thousands of pesos of short wool futures, and even added leverage!
If, if, something unexpected happens, he will go bankrupt.
Major Bellucci is a big shot. Does he have any gossip?
"What?"
Zhu Xianhai turned to look at him and said.
"Major Bellucci? Miss Bellucci and I just met today."
"Ah? We just met, uh... this is good, this is good..."
After breathing a long sigh of relief, Buffett said again.
"Then, then why did you buy it and it went up, and also, you did it?"
"Well, what about this...?"
Recalling the guy's devastated appearance after the car accident, Zhu Xianhai pursed his lips and said.
"Just now, you said that today's wool market has completely plummeted. The output, the weather, etc., seem to be doomed. But what if there are other reasons?"
"Other reasons? What reasons?"
Buffett's expression froze.
"This...there can't be any other reason for this?"
"Who knows?"
Zhu Xianhai shrugged his shoulders casually.
"As you said, stud is a kind of wisdom. If I bet correctly, the return will be more than ten times, or even dozens of times. Even if the bet is not correct, it will only be a few hundred pesos."
In fact, Zhu Xianhai really doesn't care how much money he can earn this time. After all, the most important thing for him is to use these 300 pesos to verify one thing - that life simulation is real.
Isn’t it just stud?
We are now in 1860, and with our knowledge that is ahead of our time, it doesn't matter whether we have the 300 pesos or not.
Besides, he is still Marlena's creditor. If that doesn't work, he can just hug her long legs. Those legs...are enough for him...no, they might be his long-term meal tickets.
"Well……"
Buffett nodded in understanding,
"that's all?"
"What else?"
He looked at Zhu Xianhai with some confusion, stood there blankly, and let him leave.
Stud is a kind of wisdom.
Is this...what I said?
"Buffett, have you heard? There was a fool just now who was bullish on wool and bought a few hundred pesos of wool futures."
A guy walked up to him and said.
"You should be able to make a lot of money this time."
"Well……"
Is this a coincidence?
Buffett stared at the wool quotation on the blackboard, feeling uneasy.
"..."
"Hey, Anthony, do you think the price of wool will really go up?"
"What? Impossible. Everything proves that it will definitely fall. That is to say, wool will be on the market in the next two days, and its price will never rise..."
Looking at his friend, Tony asked.
"Why, why did you think of asking this?"
"No, it's nothing."
Buffett shook his head and looked at Zhu Xianhai standing there. He really couldn't understand why this guy made this judgment.
And still so confident!
…
Waiting is always anxious. Standing in the trading hall, Zhu Xianhai quietly waited for the results.
Could that simulation be a prediction of life?
He doesn't know.
But everything seems to be pointing to this.
The exchange was extremely lively at this time. In this era without the Internet, if you want to speculate in futures, you can only visit the exchange in person. Speculators from all over the world are staring at the prices of some stocks, buying and selling from time to time, and there are telegrams on the side.
In the hall, there was a constant beeping sound, someone was always calling someone's name, and people who received the telegram would quickly sell and buy.
Suddenly, a scream came from the telegraph hall.
"Mapuche people! Gentlemen, Juan Galifuguza led more than tens of thousands of Mapuche thugs to attack our farms in the savanna. Hundreds of farms were attacked, millions of sheep and a large number of
The woolen ones were plundered..."
What!
The shouts from the telegraph hall silenced the noisy exchange. At this moment, everyone was stunned.
"It's over, we're done..."
I don't know how many people were screaming desperately there, but their cries could not stop the spread of the news.
When news of the Mapuche invasion spread, the price of sheep wool immediately rocketed.
…
But in just half an hour, the price went back all the way back to the original price.
Naturally, the exchange was full of grief, and those brave leeks like Buffett were all looking at the skyrocketing wool prices with despairing expressions.
Futures trading in this era is crazy.
It can send people to heaven in an instant, and it can also send people to hell in an instant.
It’s really gone up!
Zhu Xianhai's mood at this time was shock mixed with surprise, surprise mixed with excitement. At this time, he even wanted to howl loudly.
This golden finger is really a golden finger!
His heart is full of energy!
As a time traveler, you have a golden finger that can simulate the future.
This is definitely an artifact that can change your destiny!
But Buffett, who was standing aside, was like a life mentor an hour ago, telling him in a persuasive way that he must be brave enough to stud in life, but his expression was changing, and his expression was even a little distorted.
Anyone can read two words from his expression - fear!
The sun shone on Zhu Xianhai's face, and the corners of his lips gradually raised...
Looking at the pale Buffett, Zhu Xianhai patted his shoulder and said.
"Cherish life and stay away from the stock market..."
Cried!
At this moment, tears flowed from Buffett's eyes.
He suddenly started crying.
Fear, fear. At this time, Buffett's mood was different from that of others. He was simply frightened to the extreme, even more frightened than others.
"Oh, God!"
Suddenly, Buffett hugged Zhu Xianhai and burst into tears.
Zhu Xianhai felt helpless being held by a crying grown man in public.
"When a grain of ashes of the times falls on an individual's head, it is like a mountain..."
This poor guy was crushed to death just like that...
Stud is a kind of wisdom...The problem is, not everyone has that brain!
wisdom?
Are you kidding me? I think I am the stock god Buffett.