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Chapter 1419 Playing

Chapter 1420 Playing Tricks

The next morning, Qin Hao changed into a dark gray suit and drove to the Gold Price Bureau.

Before setting off, Ailiya specially tidied Qin Hao's clothes, hoping that he could successfully win the gold price game and gain everyone's recognition.

To be honest, she had a lot of confidence in this man.

The only pity is that she couldn't go to the Gold Price Bureau in person to see it for herself.

"Actually, you can go if you want to."

Looking at Aria, Qin Hao hesitated for a moment, then spoke to her.

Logically speaking, the other party should also be qualified to participate in this discussion on gold prices.

"Never mind, since you're the one who invited me this time, I won't bother you."

Aria shook her head. If it were anyone else, she probably would have already taken the credit.

But this time was different. The man in front of her gave Aria no reason to refuse him, and she was willing to sacrifice herself for him.

She wouldn't be stingy with any resources she could use.

"Keep going, I believe in you, you will succeed, I've never been so certain of you before."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao took a deep breath and then pulled the other person into his arms.

A thousand words can be summed up in this embrace.

Outside the car window, the outline of the Katanga Plateau gradually became clear under the rising sun, like a lurking giant beast.

He touched the USB drive in his pocket, which contained a global gold market analysis report that Charlie had compiled overnight.

This time, he was well prepared.

There will be no surprises regarding the pricing.

The atmosphere in the Gold Price Bureau's meeting room was as heavy as ice.

All eyes were on Pierre's proposed benchmark price.

However, the string of numbers, circled in red, was quite jarring.

This number was a full seven points lower than Qin Hao had expected.

These guys really don't treat him like a human being.

"To be honest, isn't this price a bit unreasonable?"

Qin Hao was very polite; he didn't yell at people.

Otherwise, these words will only become more offensive.

"Mr. Qin, this is the final decision of the council."

Pierre tapped the table, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if giving Qin Hao no room for maneuver.

"The circulation risks of high-purity gold need to be hedged with a premium."

“Mr. Qin, as an expert, you should understand this point. This is not something we are deliberately making things difficult for you.”

Qin Hao didn't look at the proposal; instead, he pushed a document over with the cover printed with "Global Underwriting Rights for the Katanga Gold Mine."

"Douglas made 360 ​​million dollars from yesterday's gold futures volatility on Wall Street."

His voice was flat, even slightly mocking.

"Does Mr. Pierre think this price still needs to be hedged?"

The documents unfolded, revealing the joint signatures of more than a dozen international banks; it was clearly a letter of intent to underwrite.

Pierre's pupils contracted sharply.

He didn't expect that Qin Hao would secure the underwriting channels overnight, which meant that the Gold Price Bureau's pricing power was undermined.

In fact, Arya's identity played a significant role in this.

In addition, Qin Hao was indeed confident in this batch of gold mines.

With such high purity and such a large quantity of gold, any bank that isn't stupid should know what to do.

"Are you threatening me?"

Pierre gripped the pen tightly.

This is his territory, and Qin Hao can finally take control here.

“It’s a reminder.”

Qin Hao stood up, too lazy to waste any more words with the other party.

"I will announce the independent pricing after 3 o'clock."

"As for the Gold Price Board's proposal, you should think about it carefully."

He picked up the proposal, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"Leave it to those who need to hedge their risks."

Watching Qin Hao's retreating figure, the members of the Gold Price Bureau all glanced at Pierre, their eyes darting around, each harboring their own secrets.

Pierre's face was extremely grim.

In the corridor, Charlie watched Qin Hao's retreating figure and whispered, "Douglas's short positions have been liquidated."

Without stopping or turning his head, Qin Hao said to him, "Notify the bank to initiate a premium issuance."

"The Gold Price Bureau really thinks they can pull off such a petty trick?"

"If this weren't an official channel for announcements, I wouldn't even give it a second glance."

At that moment, sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a long shadow behind him.

Like a sharp blade about to pierce the market.

Charlie took a deep breath, already sensing Qin Hao's anger.

The problem is that Qin Hao only needs to offer some benefits, and perhaps the Gold Price Bureau will obediently listen to him.

Logically speaking, Qin Hao couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

Qin Hao had indeed intended to have this idea, especially after Pierre came a couple of days ago.

But the other party's attitude really annoyed Qin Hao.

He clearly possesses high-purity gold, so why is it that he has to beg Pierre for it? This is no joke.
Just because he has a powerful backer, does that mean he can do whatever he wants?
Whether or not one can control Qin Hao depends on whether he has the ability to do so.

London gold prices plummeted five points in three hours, only to be forcefully pulled up by huge buy orders, with the price chart resembling a steep cliff.

Today is the busiest day for gold traders on Wall Street.

Logically, anyone who heard about Qin Hao's visit to the Gold Price Bureau would assume that the price of gold was definitely on an upward trend.

After all, the purity of the gold in Qin Hao's possession was extremely high.

However, Qin Hao did not reach an agreement with the Gold Price Bureau.

This led to a loss of faith in Qin Hao in the market, including among stock market investors, which in turn caused gold prices to plummet.

Meanwhile, insiders who had received the news earlier bought large quantities of gold stocks, but before they could even dream of making a fortune, the price had already started to fall.

Not only did the price drop, but they also dared not sell recklessly, fearing they would lose even more if they did so hastily.

While Douglas was ranting on the exchange, Qin Hao had already signed underwriting contracts with the fifty-seventh bank.

He always carried samples of extremely high purity gold with him.

Whenever someone asks him why he didn't reach an agreement with the Gold Price Bureau, Qin Hao always says one thing.

The people at the Gold Price Bureau are all building walls.

Concise and to the point, simple and direct.

The banks wouldn't ask too many questions, since they could profit from it anyway. The gold price bureau was just a public information portal.

In reality, operating behind closed doors would be more advantageous for Qin Hao. Pierre simply didn't grasp this point; I personally believe that by blocking Qin Hao and preventing the Gold Price Bureau from making its announcement, Qin Hao would suffer significant losses.

The gold price bureau's announcement only reflects the investments of small businesses and ordinary stock investors. How could these individuals possibly compare to the profits of those lucrative banks?
"Boss, Pierre requests an audience."

Charlie handed over the list, with the Gold Price Board's official seal prominently displayed at the end.

"He's right at the door, saying he has something important to discuss with you."

Qin Hao was signing the mining rights agreement when he coldly uttered four words without even looking up.

"Let him wait."

He didn't put down his pen until the setting sun painted the mining area red, and then he stretched.

Today was another fulfilling day, and he was even a little hungry and restless.

Outside the window, Pierre's car was still waiting outside the command tent.

The car was turned off and then restarted, much like Pierre's impatient mood.

There was nothing I could do; I was living under someone else's roof, and all I could do was wait, like a tamed hunting dog.

Qin Hao glanced out the window; Pierre's car looked like an eyesore.

Thinking back to his arrogant and domineering attitude at the Gold Price Bureau, he was completely different.

He frowned slightly, closed the document in his hand, and said to Charlie, "Prepare the plane. Go to Starry Sky. I've already booked a private room. Let's have a small celebration tonight."

"I'm coming!"

Arya had already changed into a long dress, and a smile flashed in her eyes upon hearing this.

"Mr. Qin, what about him?"

Charlie pointed to Pierre outside the window.

"You must be mistaken. Is there anyone there?" Qin Hao asked with a smile.

Arya linked arms with him, her expression a half-smile.

"Uh……"

Charlie immediately understood what it meant.

The three passed through the side door of the control tent and, escorted by bodyguards, arrived at the tarmac.

With the sudden roar of the helicopter rotors, kicking up dust, the three of them had already taken to the air.

"Rumble..."

Pierre looked up abruptly from inside the car, only to see the gray-black fuselage sweeping across the sky. He didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a transport vehicle from the mining area.

He suppressed his frustration and asked the driver to knock on the door for the third time, but was stopped by the bodyguard with a blank expression.

"Mr. Qin is busy."

Those few simple words, spoken in a cold voice, were like a thorn, making his temples throb.

"Damn it! They're deliberately leaving me hanging!!"

Pierre wasn't stupid; he could guess it.

"Shall we leave?" the driver asked.

"Leave? How can you leave if you haven't accomplished anything?" Pierre roared, venting his anger on Qin Hao.

On the other side, the helicopter landed on a mountaintop on the outskirts of the city.

This Michelin-starred restaurant is one of only two restaurants in the nearby city to have a helipad.

The first restaurant was run by a Chinese man, but Qin Hao didn't want his fellow countrymen to know he was there, so he didn't go.

Don't think that China is big; the world is even bigger.

Sometimes, people's social circles are very small, so once you appear in someone's life or meet them, you're likely to be noticed.

The glass curtain wall of the Starry Sky was all built by a Chinese company. The transparent glass reflects the sunset, which is not only extremely beautiful, but also...

The waiter led the three to the reserved VIP room. He answered a phone call, then walked aside and said a few words. He also glanced in the direction of Qin Hao and the others. When he returned, he stopped at the door and did not lead them in.

"What's wrong?" Charlie sensed something was amiss and asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, this room has been booked out temporarily."

The waiter, sweat beading on his forehead, pointed to the tightly closed door.

"Who booked this place? We just arrived. Don't you understand the first-come, first-served rule?" Charlie was immediately annoyed.

Even if they didn't use their identities, they still paid money.

“Yes…yes, Mr. Douglas’s guest.”

The waiter originally intended to protect the customer, but upon hearing that he was being laid off, he blurted out the other person's name in a moment of panic, only to quickly regret it.

He was so anxious that he almost cried because revealing the guest's name would violate their privacy.

Upon hearing that the other person was Douglas, Qin Hao quickly pulled the waiter to an empty private room next door.

One reason was that he was worried that any noise at the door would alert Douglas.

On the other hand, they also wanted to hear what the other party would say.

"This has nothing to do with you, and we won't blame you. Go downstairs now and tell your manager to give us a new private room, just not on this floor."

"As for the rest, don't say anything, and we won't say anything either."

Upon hearing Qin Hao's words, the waiter bowed repeatedly in gratitude.

After the waiter left, Qin Hao raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Let's go take a look next door."

Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he encountered Douglas.

Aria took his arm and said softly, "It doesn't matter if we change rooms."

"..."

Charlie was about to speak when faint laughter came from inside the door, mixed with the words "Gold Price Bureau" and "Qin Hao".

His lips seemed to say, "Mr. Qin, they seem to be talking about you."

Qin Hao raised his hand and pressed Charlie down, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Then wait."

He hadn't originally planned to rob the private room.

Otherwise, he would have just rushed in.

Moreover, Qin Hao believed that as long as he got inside...

Douglas will definitely give up the box.

Because he doesn't dare to provoke Qin Hao now.

With such a lucrative opportunity as gold prices, how could he possibly give it up?

Sometimes, being slow by one step leads to being slow by one step, and making one mistake leads to making one mistake after another.

This is why financial professionals need to have an excellent sense of smell; to put it bluntly, they need to train themselves to be like dogs.

Time passed slowly, and the three of them waited quietly at the door of the private room where Douglas was.

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