Some short-term speculators have simply begun to arrange their own affairs. They are planning to go out to die tomorrow after their positions are beaten up, jump off buildings, jump into rivers, take sleeping pills, lie down on railroad tracks, or even take poison and find a beautiful girl to enjoy sex for the last time.
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The majority of small and medium-sized futures retail investors who originally held the currency on the sidelines, as well as the institutional investors sitting in the large holding area, saw that the main forces of the long and short sides finally decided the winner after many days of fighting, and the situation became clear.
Everyone began to accumulate long orders at the daily limit price of the soybean futures contract. Whether they can buy it or not depends on everyone's luck.
At this time, in the chairman's office on the top floor of the Chengdu Group Building, Mr. Cheng stared blankly at the price of soybean futures firmly fixed at the daily limit, while countless follow-up orders poured out from behind, shattering his hope of being able to win.
The last illusion of a fish turning over.
Mr. Cheng sat softly on the boss's chair and looked at the Zhengzhou soybean futures price on the computer screen that seemed to have solidified at the lower limit. He kept muttering unconsciously: "This is the end. Is this how everything ends?"
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The phone on the desk was ringing all the time. Mr. Cheng just stared at the phone blankly and listened to the harsh ringing, but did not reach out to answer it.
Because he knew very well that these calls must be from the CEOs of securities and futures investment companies asking him what to do next.
"What should I do?" Mr. Cheng couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. Now he himself didn't know how to make up for the more than 4 billion deficit in the accounts of the Program Group. How could he care about the lives of these people?
If he encounters something unpleasant in normal times, he will definitely smash everything in the office to vent his frustration.
But now he has lost even the interest in smashing things to vent. He is sitting blankly like a body that has lost its soul. The empty eyes no longer have the confidence of the past, and the whole person seems to have aged.
Ten years old.
Mr. Cheng suddenly stood up and staggered to the wine cabinet in the office like a drunken man. He took a bottle of 1982 red wine from it, sat back in his seat and faced his face.
His mouth started pouring heavily.
At this time, Zhang Li, the female secretary outside the door, saw that the chairman had been refusing to answer the phone, and she guessed the reason, so she pushed the door and walked in and directly cut off the phone cord on the desk, and the world suddenly became quiet.
Looking at the man in the office who was pouring wine into his mouth, Zhang Li was really afraid that the chairman, who had never suffered any setbacks under the careful care of his father all his life, would be unable to withstand this blow.
I was so depressed that I couldn't think of anything particularly stupid to do.
He quickly walked up and hugged the man's head into his arms, and comforted him softly in his ear: "Guodong, you must not be defeated by this setback like this. After all, we are now
We haven’t reached the point where we can give up easily yet, so we might as well go to your grandfather to find a solution while there is still room for recovery. He has never experienced anything and will definitely come up with the best way to solve the problem!"
Mr. Cheng weakly leaned his head on the woman's plump breasts and said in a voice as if he was talking in his sleep: "Zhang Li, tell me the truth, do I have nothing to do except eating, drinking (whoring) and gambling?"
The second generation ancestor who doesn’t understand?”
Zhang Li said: "No..."
"Zhang Li, don't interrupt me. Just now when I was in a daze, I suddenly realized that I was really useless. It seemed that I could do nothing except eating, drinking, whoring and gambling." Mr. Cheng's son Cheng Guodong continued.
Zhang Li looked at Mr. Cheng with relief and said: "Don't be so pessimistic. We still have a long way to go in the future. As long as you can change your past, you still have a chance to achieve a career like your grandfather. If you can really
You have woken up, the more than 4 billion our Cheng Group lost this time is considered worth it!"
"Well said!" At this moment, the office door was pushed open from the outside again and an old voice rang in the office.
Although this voice is so weak, there is a majesty in it that makes people surrender.
"Grandpa, you don't stay in the hospital all the time, why are you here!" Mr. Cheng looked in surprise at the old man sitting in front of him in a wheelchair, his face covered with wrinkles and his body was so thin that there was only a pile of bones left.
His grandfather was like a century-old tree that had been eaten away by insects but still survived tenaciously, single-handedly supporting the crumbling edifice of the Cheng family.
"I actually came here a few days ago and stayed in the guest room downstairs." Old Man Cheng raised his hand to signal the bodyguard pushing the wheelchair behind him to push him to the desk.
"Grandpa, then you..." Mr. Cheng said.
Mr. Cheng took his only grandson and sat down beside him, and said, "You must be surprised. Why didn't I come to see you now that I'm here? And I'm still watching you walk into the enemy's trap step by step.
Yes or no?"
Old Man Cheng continued before Mr. Cheng could speak: "You were born with a golden key in your mouth. You grew up under the careful care of your grandfather from childhood to adulthood. It can be said that you have never experienced any setbacks, so you have been nurtured."
With your current lawless and arrogant character, grandpa is deliberately letting you go out on your own this time so that you can suffer some setbacks and mature as quickly as possible. I hope you can understand grandpa's painstaking efforts."
"Grandpa, I also understand your good intentions, but this time our Cheng family also lost more than 4 billion. Isn't this price too high?" Mr. Cheng said.
A sly smile appeared on the corner of Old Man Cheng's mouth, and he said: "Who told you that the Cheng Group lost more than 4 billion yuan? These more than 4 billion yuan have already been lent to more than a dozen securities and futures companies, including Southwest Securities.
Investment companies, they lost this money due to operational errors in the futures market, have nothing to do with our Program Group, and these companies will give priority to compensate our Program Group in the subsequent bankruptcy liquidation, so this time
In the Zhengzhou soybean futures contract transaction, our program group did not lose a penny, do you understand?"
Mr. Cheng has done this kind of thing of finding enemies to help him. Of course he understood what Old Man Cheng meant, but then he thought of one of the key issues.
"But how are we going to stop the mouths of the CEOs of more than a dozen companies?" Mr. Cheng said.