In the afternoon, Li Baolong made a special trip to Zheng Zhi's office. As soon as he entered, he told Zheng Zhi that he planned to start trading futures the next day and wanted to ask if Zheng Zhi had any good ideas. Zheng Zhi thought for a moment and suggested he pay close attention to oil futures, saying that the recent situation was unstable and oil prices had already risen somewhat. Li Baolong nodded repeatedly, thanked Zheng Zhi, and left Standard Chartered Bank.
He had 25 million in his account, and with that, the bank arranged a private room for him to trade stocks and futures. Li Baolong stayed in that room for a while, carefully studying the oil futures market and related information. He thought to himself, "If only I could find an insider to spy on things." So, he circled around the trading hall entrance, but unfortunately, he didn't run into anyone.
After the market closed in the afternoon, Li Baolong returned to his hotel. He felt a bit restless lately, and after thinking about it, he figured it was probably because he hadn't practiced Taoist arts for too long. He sat down on the bed and began meditating, hoping to calm his mind and better prepare for the various challenges ahead in the investment market.
Early in the morning, Li Baolong arrived at Standard Chartered's futures trading department. He went into his assigned private room, turned on his computer with practiced ease, and stared intently at the screen, checking the oil futures market. He then realized that domestic futures trading in Hong Kong took place during the day, while futures trading in the US took place in the early morning, and could also be conducted on weekend evenings, with crude oil futures trading almost all day. He'd heard that the trading there was incredibly exciting, with leverage up to fifty times.
Li Baolong quickly calculated in his mind and muttered to himself, "This is something one person can't handle alone." However, he didn't delay. Seeing that the fluctuations in domestic futures weren't too significant, he took out one million Hong Kong dollars to buy in, and even added ten times leverage. After completing these transactions, he got up and left the trading room, feeling both anticipation and a slight worry about the unknown risks.
After finishing his futures trading, Li Baolong kept a close eye on the market. As the afternoon session drew to a close, the oil futures price hadn't risen much. Feeling a bit frustrated, he wandered off to the nearby bar district alone.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the bar street, several scantily clad women surrounded him, shouting, "Handsome, want to drink with me? Only 100 yuan." Li Baolong ignored them and simply walked casually along the street.
As he reached the end of the street, he saw a group of people fighting. Listening closely, he realized they were fighting over territory. Several injured men lay on the ground. Just then, one of the men, who seemed to be the leader, shouted, "From now on, the Dongxing Gang will collect the protection money for this street!" With that, the dozen or so men swaggered away, leaving behind chaos.
Looking at the scene, Li Baolong thought to himself, "In Hong Kong, fighting is commonplace. All the rich people have bodyguards. Should I hire a few too? Otherwise, if I accidentally encounter someone threatening me one day, I can avoid some trouble."
Li Baolong had completely lost his appetite for drinking today. He hastily ate a few bites of food by the roadside and hurried back to rest. He was preoccupied with checking the oil futures market in Europe and America that evening. Oil futures were incredibly lucrative; leverage up to 50 times was allowed, and trading was almost constant, with only an hour's break between trades. He knew perfectly well that the market was rife with opportunities to make money, and one could easily rake in a fortune. He was looking for a chance to make a big profit.
That evening, Li Baolong went to the Standard Chartered Bank Futures Exchange. He first went to the trading floor, which was brightly lit and filled with people trading European and American futures. After all, the European and American markets are enormous, with hundreds of billions of dollars flowing through them every day.
Li Baolong found a slightly secluded spot to sit down, turned on his computer, and quickly checked the board, pondering which futures contracts he might find an opportunity in. A short while later, he overheard a trader in a red vest next to him quietly making a phone call, saying that John Deere, the chief analyst at Hong Kong International Futures Trading, had arrived. It was said that this guy had earned the company a billion US dollars in futures trading just two weeks ago, with a bonus of one hundred million Hong Kong dollars alone. Li Baolong had exceptionally sharp hearing; he could clearly hear even the slightest noise from twenty or thirty meters away. This was good news. He put down his computer and saw a British man gesturing animatedly on the trading center's stage, so he walked over and sat down a dozen meters away from John Deere, observing him closely.
A dozen minutes later, John Deere left the lobby and entered the private elevator, followed by Li Baolong. John Deere glanced at Li Baolong and asked, "Hello, which floor are you going to?" Li Baolong smiled and replied, "I'm going to the top floor to get some fresh air." John Deere chuckled and said, "If you lost money in futures trading, don't be too upset. Just come back tomorrow." Li Baolong thought to himself, "This foreigner probably thinks I'm going to jump off a building."
As the elevator started moving, Li Baolong activated his telepathic abilities and discovered that John Deere's brain aura was exceptionally strong, indicating that the man was extremely intelligent and had a highly developed brain. Li Baolong then marked him, so that he could communicate with him within a 100-meter radius. Through telepathic communication, Li Baolong learned that John Deere worked for the group company and was one of its two top analysts and a leading trader. The company entrusted him with managing billions of dollars in investment funds for some clients. Last month, they made a huge profit from gold futures, approximately one billion US dollars, much to the delight of headquarters and the investment gurus. John Deere had also just been promoted to the company's Director of European and American Futures Trading. Tomorrow morning, they planned to buy London copper futures, investing two hundred million US dollars with twenty times leverage, meaning a purchase of four billion US dollars, and selling for profit three days later. Li Baolong was overjoyed upon receiving this news; it was like a godsend.
Just a few seconds after Li Baolong withdrew his spiritual power, John Deere exclaimed, "How did I end up on the top floor with you?" Li Baolong laughed and said, "If you don't mind, let's enjoy the view together." John Deere, however, wasn't in the mood and hurriedly went downstairs and left.
Li Baolong spent a few minutes alone on the top floor to adjust his mindset before going downstairs to his private VIP trading room. As soon as he entered, he turned on his computer and saw that London copper futures were slightly declining that evening. Li Baolong stared intently at the trend, quickly forming a plan in his mind. He reasoned that this decline might be an opportunity, and he needed to carefully consider how to use this trend to his advantage, perhaps even making a fortune in this market move.
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