Di Liya's eyes lit up as she listened to Kang Le and Xiaopang's conversation and asked, "There is no problem to take you with me. Are you very familiar with Mr. Su?"

"Of course, he is quite familiar. He is still my master." Xiaopang looked at the professional outfits that looked like a close-fitting dress and the light golden hair, and felt that his little heart was scratched, and he couldn't help but talk more.

Di Liya was secretly happy. Both the print media and the TV media liked to understand the stories behind the characters. She immediately said intimately: "That's great. Let's go there now. Can I ask you questions on the way?"

"No problem." Xiaopang smiled and his double chin trembled.

"What's fine?" Another door in the corridor opened, but Qin Yun walked out wearing glasses.

Xiaopang's face suddenly changed, and he showed a sense of justice in a flash. He said in Chinese: "This is not a foreign reporter inquiring about Mr. Su, and then looking at the photos of us together. I said it's okay. We are not unable to meet people, just look at the photos."

Qin Yun glanced at Diliya and found that she was a beautiful young female reporter. She grabbed Xiaopang's face without hesitation and said, "Do you want to be so enthusiastic? If you want to ask another old man, you will show him the photos?"

"I'm not a ghost for a moment... It hurts, it hurts..." Xiaopang was pulled by Qin Yun's shrew and jumped straight into his feet, saying repeatedly: "If you don't look at it, you won't look at it. Let's just pretend that you haven't seen her."

Qin Yun let out a "hum" and let go of his ears and said, "You can't be rude."

After saying that, she turned around and started talking to Diliya.

Xiaopang was secretly worried, standing behind Qin Yun, looking at Diliya with an expression that was hard to understand.

The female reporter of the Times laughed twice and thought to himself: There is no difference between Asian men and European ones.

However, she was not here to make conflicts with others today, and she did not continue with the photos or something. After a change of the topic, she found out about Su Cheng’s news.

Qin Yun looked at Xiaopang suspiciously, but the topic was still deviated by the female reporter.

A few hours later, two cars with huge letters of "FT" were hung and met Sucheng on a small road in the Financial City.

"Do you want to eat roasted ribs?" Su Cheng grabbed a pork rib with one hand, his mouth full of oil.

As soon as the female reporter was surprised, even serious jokes should appear in serious financial newspapers, so she called the photographer to take pictures. Unexpectedly, two bodyguard-shaped people appeared at the door, blocking the location without any gap.

"I am a reporter for the Financial Times." Diliya immediately identified her identity.

Two Azerbaijani bodyguards shook their hands at the photographer and signaled that Diliya could enter.

The photographer frowned and said in a stereotypical London accent: "I have the right to shoot."

Seeing this, Kang Le retorted: "The other party also has the right to not accept your shooting. Diliya reporter. If you want to continue the interview, please follow the wishes of the interviewees."

Of course he wanted to speak from Sucheng's standpoint.

The photographer stared at his eyes, fearing the bodyguard's stout body, and was at a loss.

Su Cheng ignored them and shouted, "Let Huang Ping come in first."

Xiaopang smiled and squeezed into the shop. While wiping his hands with the scarf on the table, he stared at the ribs and said, "I thought Master, how far you have run, so close, just greet me, and I'll come here."

"Are you here now? How did you find me?" Su Chenghun continued to bite indifferently. Shu Lan sat opposite him, slicing the ribs with a knife and fork, and the speed was only faster than Su Cheng.

"My master's wife has a good appetite, I'll pour you a drink." The fat little fat ran forward and added wine to Shulan's cup, then turned around and smiled at Su Cheng: "Your trip will be reported to the office after a while, otherwise you won't be able to find it..."

Su Cheng said "Oh" and nodded, "Okay, sit down and eat. Boss, let's have another plate of meat."

The owner of the shop was an Irish man. He responded loudly and began to divide the meat chops in the kitchen.

Diliya comforted the cameraman, walked into the store, smiled and reached out and said, "Hello, Chairman Sucheng, I am Diliya, a reporter from the Financial Times. I want to interview you, can I?"

"What do you want to interview?" Su Cheng didn't wipe the greasy hands.

"I think many readers are interested in knowing about Pan Asia Fund's short selling behavior in the crude oil market."

"News from Pan Asia Fund?" Su Cheng raised his head with a smile, his lips covered with black pepper.

Diliya is a woman with a slight obsession with cleanliness, but she can only pretend to be invisible and lowered her head and said, "Yes, what do you think about the trend of the oil market? What will be the next step for short positions held by heavy positions?"

Su Cheng ate all the ribs on his hand, wiped his mouth with his own square towel, and said, "We may either wait for the crude oil price to fall before closing the position, or will send the crude oil to the delivery warehouse."

"But the short orders you hold seem to exceed Dahua Industrial's crude oil production, that is, Dahua Industrial must close a part of its position. Do I understand this way?" Diliya is not only beautiful. Her understanding of the financial industry is the biggest reliance. After a little calculation, she continued: "All the short orders of $1 billion need to be delivered to the delivery warehouse. Whether it is the Setan Oilfield or the Azijiu Oilfield under development, it is probably impossible to provide such a large amount of crude oil in the short term. Therefore, at least a part of the position is a choice that the Pan-Asian Fund must make."

50 million barrels of crude oil are one-quarter of the production capacity of Shengli Oilfield. If delivery is to be carried out, the ships alone must be prepared, which is indeed not an easy goal.

Kang Le also looked at Sucheng.

He calmly twisted up a rib and said, "Delivery or close the position, Pan Asia will choose freely."

"Could it be that Dahua Industrial... Well, Pan Asia Fund still controls part of China's crude oil production capacity?" The female reporter instantly thought of a better news topic.

Su Cheng smiled unanimously and continued to eat ribs.

According to the agreement, the oil storage equipment of the China-Kazakhstan oil pipeline is indeed belonged to Sucheng. If some of the pipeline control is added, it can indeed obtain crude oil production capacity from China.

However, this part of crude oil cannot be used simply for futures delivery. In fact, as China's demand for crude oil is increasing, China itself is a pure crude oil importer, and it is not economical to export crude oil at all, so it is better to force close the position.

Diliya developed a rich association, and saw that Su Cheng was interested in accepting an interview, so she simply turned her goal to Shulan.

She is a very talkative woman, and with the information she had studied Shu Lan, she quickly made the atmosphere in the shop warm.

Su Cheng and Huang Ping were eating meat indifferently, only President Kang Le sat next to him nervously, fearing that Shu Lan would leak some secrets.

As we chatted, the cameraman started to get into the shop again and shouted in the cracks between the two bodyguards: "The newspaper phone number has changed."

"What's the situation?" Diliya ran over.

The cameraman said with a light word: "Pan Asia Fund has purchased another $100 million in crude oil short order."

"Buy again?" Diliya was startled. After asking clearly, she turned around and looked at Sucheng and asked, "Are you really the chairman of Sucheng?"

"certainly."

"Then why did the Pan Asia Fund just purchase a $100 million short order of crude oil? Without your permission?"

Su Cheng curled his lips and said, "So, Pan Asia Fund is not in charge, I am just an investor."

"Who is deciding."

Su Cheng smiled but said nothing. He was naturally in charge of the Pan Asia Fund. However, continuing to buy short is a determined decision, but he doesn't have to do everything himself.

Diliyadong thought about it, Kangle frowned and asked softly: "Is it really a short purchase of another $100 million?"

"Yes." Diliya said first, and Sucheng nodded slowly.

Kang Le coughed twice and hesitated: "This is indeed the decision made by Director Su?"

Su Cheng nodded again.

He whispered: "I don't seem to have heard from you either."

"Isn't the resolution to build a position passed?" The seven-member committee must at least inform the others of their decision.

Kang Le shook his head and said, "I thought $1 billion is the preparation for building a position."

"Then what are we preparing so much money for?" Su Cheng asked back.

Kang Le was speechless and said after a moment: "No, I don't agree with large-scale position building before the general trend you explained has appeared."

"This is a decision that has been passed."

Kang Le thought for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "I requested a reconvene of the committee."

"Call people from several countries to London?"

"It can also be held in other cities. No matter what, as the current situation, it is already a lot to build a position of $1.1 billion. I ask for a temporary suspension of investment in this regard." Kang Le has been a cautious person from beginning to end. He is different from Su Cheng's prudence. He is more of a retreat and conservative.

Stars flashed in Diliya's eyes and she secretly shouted: It's going to be an internal strife, it's great!

She now wants to take out her notebook and start writing a press release.

Su Cheng was also a little surprised by Kangle's fierce attitude. He put down what he had in his hands and said seriously: "If you don't build a position and the profit is so low, there is no need to do this. Well, A Er, send Miss Diliya out."

The last sentence is his newly learned Russian, and he doesn't pronounce it very clearly, but it's enough for Azerbaijani bodyguards to understand it.

Diliya, who was pricking her ears, was picked up by the rude bodyguard.

In the room, discussions between Siucheng and Kangle were getting more and more intense.

This is the first conflict that broke out since the establishment of the Pan-Asian Fund.

If one month's investment without seeing any gains is extremely stressful to everyone. Su Cheng is used to this kind of pressure, so the happiness of the five generations or the six generations is not necessarily the case.

He would rather make less money than want his funds to be safe, but because he is in the oil industry, he is unable to withstand temptation.

Joining the Pan-Asian Fund is a jump for the UK Global Oil, which means that they are really likely to be global. This premise is that they will not lose money.

Not long after, Sucheng noticed the British's insistence and finally agreed: "Then convene the committee."

"You're going to stop building positions before the super oilfields appear, right?"

"I will explain the situation." Su Cheng naturally would not agree. There is no airtight wall in the world. Once the emergence of super oil fields is proven, even if we focus on concealing it, time will not be enough to convert most of the funds into short orders.

Kang Le left the shop like an old gentleman.

Xiaopang thought for a long time, and after Qin Yun's explanation, he understood what was going on. He spitted at Kang Le's back and said, "It's okay, at worst, I'll let him quit. I'll make up for the money?"

"How many can you have?" Su Cheng shook his hand.

Xiaopang said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say it, I can't take out more than one billion dollars, it's easy to say more than a dozen RMB."

Qin Yun said in confusion: "Last time, weren't you more than 600 million?"

The fat little calves trembled: "Haha, haha, is that right? Is that right..."
Chapter completed!