After returning from the Savoy Hotel, Pan Asia Fund began to sell short positions with big fanfare, especially in London's North Sea Brent light crude oil futures, where they threw nearly $1 billion in short orders.

However, the oil futures market, which should be sensitive, was unexpectedly slow to respond, which represented the shadow of other financial companies, and the partners of Pan Asia Fund suddenly became anxious.

To make matters worse, as the Pan-Asian Fund has emerged, some financial media have begun to pay attention to them.

The famous Financial Times even sent reporters to interview.

In London, journalists are the most undeniable guys. They can do anything for news and are rarely subject to official restrictions.

The famous eavesdropping cases in later generations represent the attitude of British journalists. They dare to eavesdrop on cabinet ministers, dare to eavesdrop on the queen's residence, and dare to eavesdrop on the prime minister's residence... In China, this is something that is unimaginable or impossible to think about.

In London, you can even imagine the arrogance and domineeringness of media reporters.

For such guys who have nothing to do, from politicians to civilians, no British person has a good impression of them and often criticizes the media industry. What’s amazing is that British politicians and British civilians rarely encounter individual journalists.

The same is true for local native recreation.

Although he was already the president of the large-scale British Global Petroleum Company, facing a famous reporter from the famous Financial Times, Kang Le finally decided to take her to the Kang Le Building for an interview.

So, the British Global Oil Company sent two low-key MG sedans, one for Kangle to ride and the other for the Financial Times, hoping to quietly enter the Financial City without any firecrackers.

The Financial Times reporters and cameramen seemed to have acquiesced to Kang Le's low-keyness. Until before departure, the beautiful Times reporter Di Liya, who had a light blonde hair, suddenly got out of the car door and wrote a big "FT" on the doors on both sides with spray paint.

In the City of London, the most popular newspaper is naturally the Financial Times. No one would understand "FT" as fat, and Kang Le's eyes glared at that time.

Isn’t driving such a car under the Kangle Building equivalent to selling the Pan Asia Fund?

While asking someone to dispatch other vehicles, he looked at the other party complainingly and said, "You can't..."

"Let's go." Diliya patted the roof of the car, and the fat MG rushed forward.

Kang Le got into the car and chased him wildly, but it was useless. He could not really be the director who rushed out of the car.

In the Kangle Building, there is a busy scene.

Local recruitment employees and elites recruited from other places rushed out of the corridor, like the afternoon tide, with great impact.

Diliya tied her hair casually, called the cameraman, and rushed in. She couldn't enter the security door, so she interviewed people passing by in the hall.

Kang Le himself arrived behind him, sighed and asked the front desk: "Where is Mr. Su?"

"Dr. Su didn't come today." The front desk also knew him.

Kang Le shrugged at Diliya: "Siucheng is not here."

Diliya's eyes rolled and said, "Where is your futures trader? I want to interview him.

Kang Le hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to the top floor."

After all, the Financial Times is different, especially now, the Internet is still just a prototype, and the media on paper is experiencing the final glory. If we don’t give this beautiful reporter something useful, Kang Le is even more worried that she will perform freely.

Under Kangle's leadership, Diliya successfully met Qi Xiao and three major traders. Unfortunately, Qi Xiao, who was supervising transactions, was very bored and drove the two out without hesitation.

"The largest indoor trader." Kang Le said there was no way.

"It's understandable that they are under too much pressure." Diliya's London sound is quite nice and she said with a powerful rhythm: "I just looked at it and it seems that they have collected a lot of information, which is different from the financial companies I've seen before."

"Pan Asia Fund is not a traditional futures financial company. The way they operate futures is mainly based on information in the oil industry." Kang Le explained casually.

"You must be very confident in your intelligence capabilities. Will there be greater pressure to hold a short position of $1 billion?" Diliya looked around and interviewed Kang Le. She was actually not very interested in the president of this British company. For the Financial Times reporter, there are still many opportunities to interview the boss of the oil company. On the contrary, an Asian super rich man is more in line with the impact required for news reporting.

From the perspective of the British, the tyrants in the Middle East, the tyrants in South America, or the tyrants in China are all of them with great material to write about.

Kang Le blinked and asked, "How did you know we have a $1 billion short order?"

Di Liya smiled: "I have done some homework in the past few days. It is not difficult to get the news about Pan Asia Fund now, but it is a bit difficult to identify. From this perspective, Pan Asia Fund does hold a short order of US$1 billion?"

"You have to ask Mr. Su." Although Kang Le is also an experienced company president, he still can't handle it in front of the glamorous beauty.

It should be said that he really doesn't want to destroy his image.

"I'll ask you where Mr. Su is." Kang Le took the initiative to ask for help without waiting for Diliya to ask. For Pan Asia Fund, an interview is also meaningful, and it will not let all kinds of news fly everywhere.

Kang Le asked all the way, and within two minutes, a fat man with his eyes dripping from him came to him and said in Beijing-style English: "I know where Mr. Su is."

"Where?" Kang Lehua turned around, then looked at the Chinese in front of him with a slightly suspicious look.

This guy's eyes are so thief.

"Are you looking for him?" The fat man smiled, not knowing that his image was falling to the bottom.

"certainly."

"You have to bring me with you."

Kang Le frowned and asked, "Why?"

"I am his friend, but this guy is more slutty than friends, so he went to find food by himself. It's too boring to leave me alone in the company." The fat man was Huang Ping, and he had just arrived in London for a few days.

Nowadays, it is not that easy for Chinese people to go abroad. Not only are the procedures and passport procedures complicated, but they often have various certificates. Huang Ping heard that Dahua Industrial is in London, so he naturally wanted to intervene in a while, but Shu Lan is also in London, and Sucheng had no choice but to let it go.

Kang Le had wrinkles on his face and thought: It is normal to eat delicious food in London. No matter how bad the city is, there are always some delicious food, but after finding food for so many days... Is there really delicious food in London?
Chapter completed!