December 24, 1991.

It was a good day on Wednesday.

In the Hong Kong stock trading market, people were crowded and bustling from the opening.

The investment team formed by Song Zhichao, led by Ouyang Jing, all looked nervous. In particular, Ouyang Jing had fluffy hair and haggard appearance, and even his voice was hoarse.

"Boss, what should I do? Our short futures are still rising!"

"Boss, no, I must restock my position right away!"

"Boss, we don't have much money on hand."

Those traders chased Ouyang Jing one by one to report the situation.

Ouyang Jing has been under tremendous pressure these days and is almost unable to withstand it - Song Zhichao gave him 2 billion to invest, but now, almost all the money is trapped. If the stock market does not reverse, then all these 2 billion will be wasted!

what to do?

Should I announce a stop loss directly, or continue to bet frantically?

Ouyang Jing, who has always been brave and believes that he is not afraid of being afraid in the stock market, is also a little confused.

Sweat in cold sweat, he took out his handkerchief and kept wiping his forehead, called Mr. Song to see what he said.

Finally, Ouyang Jing decided to consult Song Zhichao's opinion first - the reason was that he could not make the decision with such a large investment.

Call.

After a few beeps, Song Zhichao answered the phone.

Ouyang Jing couldn't wait to ask Song Zhichao: "Now that the funds are insufficient, should we stop losses immediately or continue to invest?"

Song Zhichao answered calmly: "Invest."

"But what about the money?"

"How long can you hold on now?"

"At most three hours."

"Okay, I will help you raise money, at least until tomorrow! Yes, you must persevere until tomorrow!" Song Zhichao issued a death order on the phone.

"Persist on until tomorrow?" Ouyang Jing was puzzled, not understanding what would change even if they persisted until tomorrow.

However, since he is a trader hired by Song Zhichao for a high salary, he must obey the orders - not to mention that Ouyang Jing is unwilling to give up.

Especially Ouyang Jing didn't want to see Luo Yonghui's proud face that ridiculed him.

Song Zhichao hung up the phone, Ouyang Jing clapped his hands, summoned everyone, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Continue to short the Soviet Union!"

...

Through the window glass—

"Are you crazy? Song Zhichao's group!" Cha Dongchen took off his coat, only wearing a small vest, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and squinted his eyes at the VIP room where Song Zhichao was located.

"It's all this time, and I'm still reluctant to admit defeat. Do they really have to lose and jump off the building before they can convince themselves!" Cha Yongxiao turned his head and said with a smile to Luo Yonghui.

"This is the character of a gambler." Luo Yonghui leaned against his boss' chair, directing his subordinates to do stock trading, and said to Cha Yongxiao: "Gamblingists will not admit defeat until the last moment. Only after they lose everything and are swept out of the house will they find that they have nothing!"

"Yes, since that Song Zhichao refused to admit defeat, it would be a good opportunity for us." Yang Shoucheng, who was sitting diagonally opposite Luo Yonghui, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He specially matched them yesterday. He spent about 130,000 yuan - famous brand Armani. He made money, of course he had to enjoy it well.

"Ah Hui, look at the current situation of the stock market. Will futures in the Soviet Union still rise?" Yang Shoucheng asked Luo Yonghui.

Luo Yonghui smiled, "Of course it will rise. Even Soros in the United States and some financial oligarchs have begun to go long for the Soviet economy, wanting to recover some compensation for the previous losses. In this case, unless a miracle happens, Song Zhichao will definitely be dead!"

"Take him to death while he is sick! Do we want him to snipe him again?" Yang Shoucheng smiled maliciously.

"You mean..." Luo Yonghui's eyes flashed.

"We have made a lot of money recently, why not add another heavy bet?

Luo Yonghui did not answer and looked at Cha Yongxiao.

Cha Yongxiao shrugged: "What do you think I'm doing? If you want to play big, I will be with you to the end!"

"Shou Cha, you misunderstood." Luo Yonghui stood up from the boss's chair, took out a cigar from the desk, walked over and handed it to Cha Yongxiao, and then said with a smile: "What we call increased bet is not an ordinary heavy bet."

"What does it mean?" Cha Yongxiao took the cigar.

With a snap, Luo Yonghui ignited him, "Our raises are calculated in billions!"

"Why, why? It's just a few hundred million yuan, and we can still pay it out for the Cha family!" Cha Yongxiao curled his lips disdainfully.

"Sure enough, Mr. Cha is so proud!" Luo Yonghui gave him a thumbs up, "At least one billion investment will be invested."

With a "gudong", Cha Yongxiao swallowed his saliva.

"Billion?"

"Yes, only by investing more can you make more money!" Luo Yonghui smiled, "Boss Yang and I are both small players, and my entire net worth is only 2 billion. Now, only Cha Shao can place heavy bets and kill all sides!"

Yang Shoucheng continued: "If you invest one billion, you can earn at least 700 to 800 million in the future! If you invest more, it is not a problem to earn twice as much."

"This..." Cha Yongxiao took a sip of cigarette suddenly, "Money is not a problem, but we don't have that much cash on hand now."

"It doesn't matter if there is no cash. You can mortgage the Cha family's equity. I have calculated that if you mortgage 10% of your Cha family's equity, you can raise 100 million yuan!" Luo Yonghui said with a smile.

Cha Yongxiao "This... I want to discuss it with my dad."

"Discuss with your father? Then your father will not be sure." Luo Yonghui smiled, "The old man is very timid in doing things, and he calls it steady, but opportunities do not wait for anyone. When you are really steady, you have missed the opportunity to make a fortune! Cha Shao, are you willing to live in the shadow of your father for the rest of your life? You are looked down upon for the rest of your life? I have listened to you. Your father has always counted the loss of 500 million in the Soviet Union on your head - young people like us do things like this. No matter whether it is right or wrong, it is always your fault. Only by seizing the opportunity and making a big profit can we not underestimate ourselves anymore!"

Cha Yongxiao was moved, and he sniffed a sip of cigarettes, "Even if I am willing to mortgage the equity, who is willing to lend me money?"

"Don't worry about this. I know many friends in the financial industry. We will act secretly at that time. No one will know that you, Shao Cha, will take out equity mortgages. Of course, after the matter is done, we hope to get a share of the pie!" Luo Yonghui showed a greedy smile on his face.

Yang Shoucheng also smiled and said, "Yes, you will make 780 million yuan at that time. It would be too much for us to share 30 to 50 million yuan in water, right?"

Cha Yongxiao laughed: "If it is true as you said, you will be 30 million each by one, and I will not lose you in a single child!"

"Haha, thank you, Mr. Cha!"

"Thank you, Young Master!"
Chapter completed!