Stock God [Rebirth]

"...That place is nothing, just some broken rocks and the sea. I have been there in my previous life, and I went there again a few months ago when I went to pick up the goods at the pier. It feels different from later."

Wu Dao listened to his speech in silence, and smiled when he heard this: "After such a long time, it will definitely be different."

When he came back from Thailand, Chang Yue originally wanted to take Wu Dao there, but he didn't make it by mistake.

Wu Dao: "Whenever you have time, I can go with you again."

Chang Yue took a piece of food with his chopsticks, and said vaguely: "Let's talk about it."

In the last second, the surrounding area was still quiet. When his voice fell, there was a deafening cannonball outside the house.

The windows in the room were not closed, and soon the smell of fireworks came in. Chang Yue had to bend down, coughing uncontrollably.

"Are you sick?" Wu Dao looked at him worriedly, "I'll take you to the hospital."

While coughing, Chang Yue took his hand out of his busy schedule and waved it, meaning no need.Just as Wu Dao was about to say something, someone rang the doorbell at this moment.

"I, I'll just open it." Chang Yue reluctantly stood up and went to open the door.

"Happy Chinese New Year!" The air-conditioning outside the house poured in, and Chang Yue started coughing again. The people outside the house really rushed into the house happily, holding a bunch of big firecrackers in their arms.

Ye Zhizhe's face was pale from the cold, and he was wearing a thick cotton coat. He looked like a round ball: "Let's go to set off cannons together...shall we?"

Wu Dao's appearance caused his voice to stumble obviously.

He still remembered Chang Yue's fierce appearance when he was kidnapped, he was instinctively afraid, and even took a step back involuntarily.

Turning around, Chang Yue tilted his head towards Wu Dao: "Together?"

"You guys go, I still have documents to sort out." Wu Dao said expressionlessly.

"Then let's go."

Then, Chang Yue put his shoulders on Ye Zhizhe's shoulders as if nothing had happened, and the two of them wandered out to set off cannons.

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The seventh day of the new year.

Although there is no special value, every fund manager or trader is looking forward to the first trading day of the year to close up and make a good start.

However, most of the retail investors have not recovered from the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, visiting and taking a break, the futures companies are sparsely populated, and only a few are gathering together to eat melon seeds and chat, "Come and see! Come on!" Come here! Stop chatting!" A person glanced at the computer, and suddenly stamped his feet and waved to his friends, wishing to drag them over, "317 has an accident!"

The few people greeted by him are old Jianghu, who think that Mount Tai collapsed in front of them without changing their faces, and the three of them are dawdling. They slowly patted the melon seed shells on their hands, straightened their clothes, and left. Past: "What's the fuss about 317?"

On the computer screen, the price of 317 treasury bonds suddenly changed from the previous oscillating trend, and there was a fierce competition around 148.3.

Those old Jianghu have never seen such a situation, everyone was shocked, one by one looked at each other, what is the situation?

Who is doing more?Who is shorting?

What happened to the value preservation subsidy rate?

What exactly do they want?

"Quick! Call Zheng Bohou!" Someone suddenly woke up and called for Zheng Bohou.

A few minutes later, the old man who had appeared in the Chengnan sales department of AsiaXinfeng Town came out, holding a water glass in his hand, and was attracted by the national debt 317 on the computer with just one glance.

He looked at it carefully, and then sighed softly: "Oh..."

"Old Zheng, look at this..." Someone asked in a low voice.

The reason why they were so surprised by the movement of Treasury 317 was not so much because it was a war, but rather as the prelude to a war.

Such a heavy order, a huge bet that is determined to win, and a fight with all your strength... No matter who loses, there will be no possibility of recovery from now on. At the same time, no matter who wins, it will become a well-deserved leader in the domestic market in the next ten years overlord!

And this is just the prelude!

"The sky is about to change." Zheng Bohou said in a low voice.

And that young man named Chang Yue chose this path after all.

After all, there is no shortage of careerists among ordinary retail investors. Some people see that the competition between long and short sides for 317 is so obvious, and they can't help but be eager to try.

The gods in the sky fight, and if the mortals on the ground stand in the right team, they can ascend to the sky in one step.

Someone tentatively asked Zheng Bohou: "Look, the bulls and the bears...Which side has the greatest chance of winning?"

They all have the same strong financial strength, and they all have the same desperate bet. Either they have reliable inside information, or they are fully sure of their own judgments.

The man originally thought that with Zheng Bohou's contacts, it would be useful to probe his mouth, but he didn't expect Zheng Bohou to hear the words, and put down the water glass heavily, scaring the people around him for a moment.

"Do it if you are not afraid of death! I will make you regret it forever!"

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Chang Yue was sitting in Zhao Sixian's office, he was rarely in a stable state of mind, with a pen twirling on his finger, jingling on the table.

"There are rumors in the market that the country is going to raise the 317 interest rate. How likely do you think it is?"

"Zero." Zhao Sixian answered without thinking with a very confident expression.

On the wall opposite him, the price of 317 treasury bonds is still in fierce competition. From the opening on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year to the present, the price trend of 317 is a continuous small yin and small yang line every day. Win or lose.

The current rumor in the market is beneficial to many parties. Both Zhao Sixian and Chang Yue felt this, but both Zhao Sixian and Chang Yue mobilized a group of funds to enter the market to short, so the market will not collapse.

Chang Yue saw that he looked confident, and suddenly became furious. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Sixian by his collar: "Do you know who passed it on?!"

Zhao Sixian, a skinny little old man, had no strength to restrain a chicken, so he was picked up easily, but he didn't care at all, and he didn't care at all that in his secret office, Chang Yue could kill him silently I, and even my bodyguards couldn't find it.

His eyes remained feverishly fixed on the screen: National Bond 317.

He had waited for decades, and finally got this opportunity. He could become famous in one battle, or he could be infamous forever!

ah!How wonderful!

The red, green and green graphics in front of him are like the most beautiful picture he has ever seen since he was born. If his soul has an end, it must be it. It should be the origin of his life and the habitat of his soul. ...

"National Finance Office! Someone heard it and told me that it was passed on by someone from the National Finance Office!"

Chang Yue really wanted to kill the person in front of him.

He has many methods. Although Zhao Sixian's body is tightly protected, it is not foolproof. These days, money can turn ghosts around. Buying-killing-killing-people at most is only a few hundred thousand, and the old man in front of him can be completely wiped out. Completely erase it from this country.

The source of the rumor was that Feng He told Chang Yue 10 minutes ago.

The source of his news is very clear: the country wants to raise the 317 interest rate of the national debt.

Zhao Sixian didn't care about his words at all, and after a while, he said casually: "You should have a lot of experience, and you should know that the big taboo in the market is to listen to inside information and rumors."

Chang Yue slammed the pen on the screen: "What you told me about the IFC is a rumor?! Now the IFC is fighting against you! Now the country is betting against you!"

The background of the State Finance Office is the Ministry of Finance. This is a half-open secret in the market, and it is also the reason why Chang Yue attaches so much importance to this rumor.

Everyone knows that in this market, the first thing to do is to follow the policy, which is an unshakeable rule of heaven.

"Macro-control is also a policy, so why don't you listen?" Zhao Sixian got a little impatient.

Although the biggest reason he invited Chang Yue to work with him was to find out the background of his Chang family, but he did think that Chang Yue was rare in terms of strategy and courage, so he made up his mind.

But now Chang Yue is tired of looking crooked, and I almost want him to kick him away.

Zhao Sixian believes that under the background of macro-control, it is impossible for the state to spend another 317 billion to subsidize the 317 national debt.And if the country does not subsidize 317, then 132 will be cashed at a price of 148 yuan. Compared with the current price of [-], the profit of short selling is not insignificant.

Seeing that Chang Yue couldn't convince him at all, in desperation, he was about to leave the office when he heard Zhao Sixian say, "I don't care what you think, but you know what to do.

Oh, do you remember, your concubine, his investment is still in my hands, you'd better be obedient and don't spoil my good deeds. "

Chang Yue obviously didn't expect him to act so lowly, his whole face was shocked, and then his face was full of anger, and he slammed the door and left.

Afterwards, everyone in the building saw a young man angrily coming out of that strange company, his steps hurried and messy, as if he was experiencing oppression that made him extremely angry, but he was powerless to fight back.

However, when Chang Yue got into the car downstairs, his whole face seemed to change, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared.

He dialed the company's phone expressionlessly: "Hey, Jian Liangdong, you go to Beijing with Rong Fan now, buy the nearest air ticket, and find Fenghe, the sooner the better. The people in the company told me that they were going on a business trip. , Just find any reason, don't tell others that I arranged it."

"Zhao Sixian? He wants to use martial arts to dominate me, he is dreaming."