Chapter 284 Li Ye is an old silver coin

An international long-distance call was made to the office of the Department of Economics at Kyoto University.

"I'm from Hong Kong Island Tallang Literary Publishing House, which is closely related to your school's Lone Army Literary Society. Please ask Li Ye, a student from the Class of 1982 in the Department of Economics, to answer the phone immediately. It's urgent, really urgent."

"Where are you from? What club in Hong Kong Island?"

The sound quality of the international long-distance call in 1983 was somewhat distorted, and the teacher who answered the phone suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Hong Kong Island Tallang Literary Publishing House is the magazine that serialized "Homesick Lonely Soldier"."

"Oh, I know what you mean. You want to find Li Ye, right? What do you want to see him about?"

"Teacher, I have something very important to tell you. Could you please call Li Ye right away?"

"Okay, alright! I'll go get someone for you, and you can call me back later!"

"Don't hang up. It took me ten minutes to get through to you. Please."

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment!"

The teacher who answered the phone put the receiver on the table and hurried out the door.

A colleague next to him laughed and said, "It seems that Li Ye has contacted Hong Kong Island. I don't know if there will be a turnaround for "Homesickness". Alas, a bunch of young people have no experience!"

"That's right! He called out a whopping price of $300,000, which pissed off the foreign guests."

Several teachers had heard about "The Lone Soldier Looking Back at Home", so they couldn't help but chat about it.

Unexpectedly, a cold shout came from the other side of the office: "No matter how inexperienced the students are, they are still generating income for the school, right? The Lone Army Literary Society has contributed tens of thousands of dollars in the past six months, so why is it so unbearable in your mouth?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Zhang, that's not what we meant."

Several teachers quickly lowered their heads and shut up. They were so excited about gossiping that they forgot that Li Ye’s “mentor” was sitting on the other side. Fortunately, they didn’t mention the name, otherwise they would have been scolded.

Ten minutes later, Li Ye ran into the office, greeted a few teachers, then picked up the receiver on the table and spoke in Cantonese.

"Hello, is this Boss Pei? I'm Li Ye."

"I am Luo Runbo, and Acong is right beside me,"

Luo Runbo on the other end of the phone was extremely anxious, and almost shouted: "Mr. Li, the exchange rate of Hong Kong dollars to US dollars has now fallen to 9.58. If it drops another six cents, we will be liquidated."

"Keep your voice down," Li Ye frowned and said in dissatisfaction, "You called the school in a hurry just to tell me this little thing?"

"I am younger than you"

Luo Runbo almost blurted out "I'm younger than your mother".

It's such an urgent matter, and you still say "small"?

Just yesterday, the mainland and Britain concluded the fourth round of talks on the Hong Kong issue. The two sides failed to reach an agreement on any of their huge differences, which led to panic in the Hong Kong market. The Hong Kong dollar exchange rate against the US dollar suddenly fell to 9.6:1 today.

Because he believed in Li Ye's prediction, Luo Runbo, who had ambushed in advance, successfully delivered the bearish short order, and then with amazing courage, he went all in on the bullish Hong Kong dollar.

But after Luo Runbo took long orders at around 9.55, the exchange rate continued to fall. Seeing that his position could be liquidated at any time, Luo Runbo, who had strong professional qualities, became nervous and immediately cut his losses to survive.

However, Pei Wencong severely stopped Luo Runbo and firmly believed in Li Ye even if it meant losing all his seven million US dollars.

In desperation, the two of them made an emergency call to the mainland.

Normally, when they wanted to contact Li Ye, they had to call the Beijing office of Pengcheng No. 7 Factory first and ask Jin Peng to find Li Ye.

But it was too late now, so he just went to Kyoto University and then transferred to the Department of Economics.

But he never expected that after finally transferring the call, he was coldly scolded by Li Ye.

"Mr. Li, I know you are a genius, but this is really too dangerous. I have to be responsible for my clients! Can we wait until the exchange rate turns around before we make a decision?"

Luo Runbo was about to have a heart attack as he watched the exchange rate quotes continue to fall. He could only try to persuade Li Ye earnestly.

"Not good," Li Ye said firmly, "You guys retreat, I won't. I hope you can abide by professional ethics and don't do anything wrong."

"Mr. Li is 9.59!"

"That's it. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Li Ye hung up the phone, and then he saw several teachers around him listening with their ears perked up.

However, Li Ye and Luo Runbo were speaking Cantonese, and the sound from the telephone receiver could not be heard far away, so everyone just listened in vain.

"Li Ye! Are you not optimistic about the discussion?"

Professor Zhang waved his hand, called Li Ye to his side, and said: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, you have done a good job.

Even if the movie doesn't get made, there's still a $1,000 or $2,000 in royalties every month, right? If anyone talks about me in private, let them donate a few thousand dollars to the school first."

During the summer vacation, Professor Zhang took Teacher Lu to live with his son for a while. It was only after they came back that they learned about "Homesickness".

He wanted to go to the school to talk about it, but Li Ye told him that it was okay and to wait and see.

But judging from the tone of Li Ye's phone call just now, the situation is probably not optimistic.

"It's okay, teacher. Hong Kong Island should be able to support us, but we won't know how much support we will get in a few days."

"oh?"

Professor Zhang looked at the calm Li Ye and liked this responsible disciple even more.

But Professor Zhang didn’t know what Li Ye meant by “in a few days”.

. . . . . . .

Hong Kong Island.

Luo Runbo looked at the final exchange rate and finally swallowed his saliva.

1:9.60, the lowest exchange rate in Hong Kong Island’s history.

"Acong, this time, I lost the professional qualities of a professional trader, but believed in you, a charlatan. What if..."

"Nothing will happen."

Pei Wencong, who was sitting next to him, also had a dry mouth. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the whole day and was also so nervous that he was about to collapse.

Li Ye's prediction came true, except for a small accident at the last moment. It wasn't a big deal.

"Let's go! Let's go to my house first. I'll pick a room for you so you don't have to worry."

Pei Wencong picked up the cup, drank all the water in it, and drove Luo Runbo towards his residence in Taiping Mountain.

This is the confidence of having a home. Even if he loses all his cash, doesn’t he still have a little home to shelter from the wind and rain?

After dinner, Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo couldn’t fall asleep, so they simply drove to the top of the mountain and stared at the stars in the sky.

"Acong, you've been so lucky in the past two years, but you'd better not take risks in the future. You know how difficult it is for people like us to climb up. Seven million dollars!"

Luo Runbo and Pei Wencong both graduated from prestigious universities, but both wasted ten years at the bottom and could not climb up. Pei Wencong was lucky enough to make some money in the past two years, but today Luo Runbo always felt that it was too risky.

If he lost, he would feel sorry for Pei Wencong.

This is also one of the reasons why many people say that Luo Runbo is unprofessional. He values ​​friendship too much.

What does it have to do with the trader if he loses the client’s money?

But Pei Wencong drank beer, looked up at the starry sky and said, "Do you think I've just had too much luck in the past two years?"

"Um?"

Luo Runbo looked at Pei Wencong, not knowing what to do.

Pei Wencong smiled and threw the beer can far away.

"Master Huang told me that I have forty years of great luck!"

"Puff~cough cough cough~"

Luo Runbo spat out a mouthful of beer.

"Master Huang is not like that."

That night, Luo Runbo and Pei Wencong sat on the top of Mount Taiping all night without sleeping, and only went home for dinner when the sun was high in the sky.

Then I saw important news on TV. The British Hong Kong government issued a series of control statements, making it clear that it was not allowed to refuse to accept Hong Kong dollars in the market.

“.”

Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo were both stunned for a full twenty seconds, then hurried out and drove straight to the exchange.

"Do you think you can get promoted today?"

"It will definitely increase, but I don't know how much."

"How much do we earn if the price goes up by one cent?"

"One cent increase doubles your profit."

"Fuck, I'm rich!"

After the market opened, the two people with red eyes were dumbfounded again as they watched the exchange rate rising all the way and could not be caught.

In the blink of an eye, the exchange rate rose from 9.6 to 8.9, and countless people who wanted to get the order were unable to do so.

"Acong, what should we do now?"

"You are a trader and you ask me?"

"Then ask Mr. Li?"

"Just wait for your scolding!"

In the afternoon, Li Ye finally called and only said a few words to Pei Wencong.

"On October 1st, come to Beijing to celebrate the National Day."

Which country's National Day?

Is there any need to say this? My fortune lies in the mainland!

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui, pack up and come with me to the mainland."

"Brother, I have to go to school!"

"Let's go, I'll find you a better school."

. . . . . . .

Late September, Beijing.

Wu Jinyuan communicated with everyone for the last time in the activity room of the Peking University Debate Team.

The national debate competition is about to begin, and Wu Jinyuan thinks that she should give the Lone Army Literary Society a chance.

These days, the Lone Army Literary Society has been under a lot of pressure, and Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin have obviously become much more haggard.

But just when Wu Jinyuan wanted to confront Li Ye, she saw Pei Wencong.

"Ms. Wu, why are you at Beijing University? Oh! I didn't expect to see you again."

Pei Wencong "accidentally" met Wu Jinyuan at Peking University. He was surprised and happy at first, then he walked over with a smile and shook Wu Jinyuan's hand vigorously.

Wu Jinyuan knows that "shaking hands vigorously" is the way mainlanders express their enthusiasm, but Pei Wencong is a Hong Kong Islander, why are you so enthusiastic?

"Mr. Pei also asked me why I was at Beijing University. Am I not surprised that you showed up at Beijing University?"

Wu Jinyuan withdrew her hand and smiled, "I heard that the situation in Hong Kong Island has changed a lot recently. Why did Mr. Pei come to the mainland at this time?"

Pei Wencong laughed heartily and said, "I'm not a politician, why should I care about those things? I came to Beijing this time because "Homesickness" has finally come to an end. They made so much money for me, I have to express my gratitude!"

Wu Jinyuan's eyes narrowed, and a sharp look flashed across her face. Then she smiled and said, "Mr. Pei doesn't care about politics, but he should care about life, right? I heard that Hong Kong residents have started to rush to buy supplies these days, and there is a strong sense of panic in the market. Aren't you worried about your family?"

"I care about this a little bit."

Pei Wencong stretched out his palm and used his thumb and index finger to make a gap of several millimeters to express his worry and concern about what happened in Hong Kong Island in recent days.

Wu Jinyuan looked at the gap of a few millimeters and the faint smile on Pei Wencong's face, and always felt that something was wrong.

There is a strong sense of pessimism in the market of Hong Kong Island, but Pei Wencong seems to be very happy.

It would be strange if Pei Wencong was unhappy!

In just a few days, he earned more than 80 million US dollars, equivalent to more than 600 million Hong Kong dollars, and successfully entered the ranks of "billionaires".

"Mr. Pei, how can I express my gratitude this time?" Wu Jinyuan asked the question in her heart.

"Oh, my friend just happened to have some spare money and wanted to look for investment opportunities. I told him, isn't "Hometown Lonely Army" a ready-made opportunity?"

“.”

Wu Jinyuan looked at Li Ye, who was smiling gently not far away, and finally realized that this handsome young man who was five or six years younger than her was actually a scheming old man.

He thought he was in control of the situation, but he ended up being tricked by this kid.

I missed several hundred words today. I will try to make up for it with three updates tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)