Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1401 The Eve of the Feast
Chapter 1402 The Eve of the Feast

"And a word of advice to speculators looking to get a bargain: wake up."

Qin Hao's words are actually a tragedy.

Arya grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and had no concept of these things.

"They deserve it. If they hadn't been trying to take shortcuts, they wouldn't have followed suit at this time."

Always looking at the other mountain as higher.

Qin Hao understands this principle and can empathize with the feelings of retail investors.

"Don't say that. They also want to make money, but in this world, all the ways to make money are written in the law. Without channels or connections, starting from scratch is as difficult as climbing to heaven."

The financial market is never short of retail investors who are constantly losing money and getting repeatedly fleeced!

Their characteristics are also very obvious: they chase rising stocks and sell falling ones, they trade stocks based on rumors, and their stocks fall as soon as they buy and rise as soon as they sell.

Sofia was the catalyst for this surge in gold mine stock prices.

Qin Hao's killing of her can be seen as a form of revenge for these retail investors.

Of course, this is just psychological comfort.

In the end, it's these ordinary people who suffer the most.

Arya nodded thoughtfully.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't even bother listening.

However, Qin Hao's words still made her take them to some extent.

Otherwise, she would have turned around and left long ago.

What she hates most is being lectured.

As the bells rang in London, gold prices were still soaring wildly.

Retail investors cheered, holding up their phone screens as if the contracts in their hands had already turned into heavy gold bars, unaware of what was about to happen.

Qin Hao stood in the command center, staring at the steep sun line on the screen, without saying a word.

Sofia completely disregards the money of retail investors and treats their lives as mere prey.

Such market disruption should, in theory, warrant sanctions.

Could it be that Sophia has pulled some strings that Qin Hao is unaware of?

The night sky over the City of London is more dazzling than the starry sky over the Katanga Plateau.

Qin Hao stood on the terrace of the rooftop restaurant at Canary Wharf, an unlit cigar between two fingers, looking down at the dazzling trading world below.

This world is indeed wonderful, and he lingered there, reluctant to leave.

Before, when he was raising pigs, Qin Hao never felt that the world was so colorful.

They thought that as long as they had money, they would have everything.

This was his initial thought; it was simple, and also foolish.

Until he met people who were even richer, and those who were even richer also faced thoughts of suicide.

That is, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Everyone goes through this process, and what those who are high and mighty find most unacceptable is becoming poor themselves.

And this is the final outcome Qin Hao wanted for Sofia.

Three hours earlier, Charlie's short-selling order was like cold water thrown into boiling oil, creating the first ripple in the London gold market.

That was loud enough to shock the entire Wall Street.

The whole world is in a rush, and everyone has their own life and way of living.

And then, those traders will inevitably take action.

Winning or losing is just like playing chess.

"What are you thinking?"

Seeing Qin Hao looking preoccupied, Ailiya asked gently.

"Do you think some of those retail investors might not be able to accept it and end up jumping off buildings?"

This is the question that Qin Hao has been thinking about.

Although he had acquired a great deal of capital, he did not become a completely paralyzed person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been struggling with so many things for so long, like his left and right brains were fighting each other.

On the one hand, he had already instructed Charlie to short the stock in the opposite direction; on the other hand, he was also worried about the fate of these people.

"Don't think too much about it. Their choices are not something you can decide. You can't save everyone."

Aria paused for a moment, then uttered a classic Chinese saying.

"The most terrible disease in this world is poverty, and no one can cure it, so everyone is trying their best to get rid of it."

Qin Hao sighed.

He understood this principle perfectly well; he himself had experienced it firsthand.

That feeling was indeed worse than death.

Gold prices suddenly plunged after hitting a high of $2,500.

The stock price plummeted by $12 in five minutes, alarming retail investors who sold off their shares overnight, unaware that this was merely an appetizer laid out by Qin Hao.

For these retail investors, even the slightest disturbance can frighten them, making them worry that they will lose everything.

Seeing this, Qin Hao couldn't help but sigh.

Some things are truly beyond his control and he has no choice in them.

Even if he didn't set up a scheme or do anything else, Sophia wouldn't think of helping these retail investors make a fortune.

She wasn't that kind-hearted.

"Old Lin has arrived."

Not long after, Aria's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Tonight, she changed into a black velvet dress, and the pigeon blood ruby ​​necklace around her neck was specially made for her by old man Abdul, and it was also a symbol of the Predator Group's mining empire in the African continent.

This is to support Qin Hao. Although he has a high status in China, once he leaves and comes overseas, his capital and background will not amount to much.

There's a saying that goes, "When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity."

That's the point. You have to define your own identity so that people will fear you or respect you.

As Qin Hao turned around, the elevator doors slid open.

Lin Zhendong walked out slowly, leaning on a gold-inlaid cane, followed by three men in suits.

They are the managing director of the London Metal Exchange, the Rothschild family's Asia-Pacific representative, and a former executive director of the International Monetary Fund.

The fact that all these people appeared at the same time means that they really value this meeting with Qin Hao.

Of course, Arya also deserves credit for this.

The sheer scale of the scene made the waiters hold their breath.

It's worth noting that even when these bigwigs meet at high-level financial summits, they might not necessarily sit at the same table for a meal.

It's not just to avoid suspicion, but also to avoid risk.

"Qin boy, that was a risky move of yours."

As Lin Zhendong sat down, his cane tapped lightly on the floor, producing a dull thud. "Shorting two hundred billion US dollars worth of gold futures, aren't you afraid of burying yourself in the sand?"

This amount of money may seem small, but when it comes to gold prices, it can be enough to disrupt the entire global gold market.

Qin Hao poured the old man a whiskey; the amber-colored liquid swirled in the bottle, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Old Lin accepted the cup, which was a gesture of respect, and more importantly, it showed that he accepted what Qin Hao was about to say.

Seeing this, the others also stood up and accepted the wine that Qin Hao handed them.

"To bury me, you must first accommodate the gold mines of Katanga."

He pushed a document towards him and smiled faintly.

"According to Engineer Wang's latest test report, it is not a primary gold mine, but a secondary mine formed by the migration of an ancient riverbed. The reserves are at most only 15 tons, which is less than one-third of what Sofia advertised."

He didn't promote it, yet he wants Qin Hao to bear the blame?
He wouldn't be that stupid.

Lin Zhendong glanced at the spectral analysis chart at the end of the report and suddenly smiled.

"So you deliberately let her drive the price of gold sky-high, and then cut your losses when she closed out her positions?"

As expected of a veteran, he could tell Qin Hao's motives at a glance.

"more than."

Qin Hao nodded slightly and looked out the window at the brightly lit building.

This building is the European headquarters of the Leclerc Group.

While Qin Hao was busy here, Sofia wasn't idle either.

"I want her to know that the rules of the capital game are never determined by fabricating information."

"With so much tuition, giving her this lesson isn't a bad deal for Tang."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion broke out at the restaurant entrance.

Sofia's private lawyer barged in with two Swiss bankers, slamming a document on the table with a grim expression.

"Mr. Qin, Mrs. Leclerc accuses you of malicious market manipulation. Please cooperate with the investigation immediately!"

It seems they couldn't hold back any longer, otherwise they wouldn't have come so quickly.

Qin Hao sneered.

Just as Aria was about to lash out, Qin Hao grabbed her wrist.

He picked up the document without even looking at it and handed it to the former IMF director behind Lin Zhendong.

"Could you please take a look, Chairman Zhang? Is this kind of accusation, which hasn't even passed the exchange's compliance review, enough to warrant a summons from the Swiss police?"

Chairman Zhang glanced at the evidence and then smiled, saying, "Falsifying evidence and making false accusations can, according to the laws here, result in a maximum sentence of seven years in prison for the initiator."

He glanced at his watch, smiled faintly, and said, "It's 8 p.m. in London. Shall I have my friend from Scotland Yard come over for a chat?"

The lawyer's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He then realized that Qin Hao had not set up a trap for him tonight, but rather a trial.

Sofia called her over, and she just walked right into it, completely oblivious.

Originally, it was thought that this would break up the alliance between the three people, but unexpectedly, it made them more united.

Lin Zhendong tapped his cane and said casually, "I heard the Leclerc family has been busy selling off their cobalt mines in West Africa lately?"

"I advise you to find out who the buyer is, lest you find out that you don't have enough cash on hand to fill the hole caused by shorting gold."

“You’re right. Otherwise, you’ll lose everything. I advise your master to think about this carefully. If you really insist on fighting to the bitter end, it might not be a good thing for her.”

These words were like an ice pick, piercing the lawyer's heart.

He bowed hastily and took his leave, forgetting even to pick up the documents that had fallen to the ground.

Watching his retreating figure, Qin Hao suddenly said to the waiter, "Take this crucial evidence to the next table and leave it for Sofia's people to have as a late-night snack."

The restaurant returned to silence, with only the Thames River flowing outside the window, seemingly unchanged.

Lin Zhendong took a sip of his drink and suddenly asked, "What are your plans for the next step?"

He is growing to appreciate this Chinese man more and more.

"When the market opens tomorrow, I will have Charlie close out all the remaining short positions."

"If we're going to play, we should play hard and go all out."

Qin Hao's gaze fell on the Tower Bridge in the distance, and after thinking for a moment, he had another great idea.

"Then, we'll go to Paris to visit Madame Leclerc."

Aria suddenly laughed and said, "Should we bring an exploration team? I just want to show her what a real gold mine sample looks like."

"I guess she herself has never seen it before."

Qin Hao held her hand, and felt its warmth.

"Games are more fun when played slowly. If you reveal your hand too quickly, you'll scare people away."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhendong clapped his hands.

The applause sounded particularly crisp in the quiet restaurant.

He put down his wine glass, his eyes gleaming with approval.

"What a perfect example of boiling a frog in lukewarm water."

The old man nodded slightly, then offered a reminder.

"But Qin, don't forget, there are a few old foxes behind Sophia who haven't shown their faces yet."

Although Sofia has fallen on hard times, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

He picked up a napkin and slowly wiped his fingers, as if victory was assured.

"You mean those three from Switzerland?"

He gently put down his napkin and said with a smile, "They should be at Zurich Airport now, preparing to fly to Cape Town."

Aria raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "How did you know?"

"Because I sent them the invitations."

Qin Hao took out a gold-embossed invitation from the inside pocket of his suit, pushed it across the table, and attracted everyone's attention.

"Tomorrow, the South African Minister of Mines will host a private reception to discuss new regulations governing cross-border mining."

"I simply don't believe these people can sit still and do nothing."

Lin Zhendong suddenly burst into laughter, the sound of which shook the table slightly.

He pointed at Qin Hao and said to the others, "See that? This is the real way to besiege a stronghold and attack reinforcements."

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