Inside a luxurious office.
"Suzuki-kun, the market is acting strangely. Someone on the short side has switched sides."
"What's going on?" Suzuki walked quickly to the computer.
The transaction details in the software show the transaction records for Zhengdian.
500 lots!
Seeing this, Suzuki grinned.
"Good, that shows the short sellers' resolve isn't strong."
"But... Suzuki-kun, should we press our advantage and push the Nikkei index up?"
"No need!" Suzuki shook his head.
"Now that we know the short sellers are not united, if we rashly push the index up, I'm afraid they'll back out."
Sasaki nodded in agreement and added.
"If we adopt a roundabout tactic and keep adding orders to the 63-day moving average, the other side will give up."
"And it will also send a signal to the short sellers: the bottom line is our bottom line."
"No matter how many bullets the enemy fires, we'll take them all."
"In this way, those who are opportunistic will turn around and choose to close their positions at the top when there is a profit margin."
Suzuki was very pleased to hear this and praised it.
"Sigh... Sasaki, your plan is excellent, let's proceed with that plan."
"Once we succeed, those Western short sellers will never dream that this is just the beginning."
"Once the news of the cabinet members' interviews is broadcast, that will be the time for us to launch a counterattack."
"I want to make these vampires not only cough up all their profits, but also make them run away with their tails between their legs."
At this point, Suzuki's face contorted with rage, his expression turning fierce.
......
On the other side.
George was a little confused.
He didn't even know what was going on.
What kind of short position is being closed?
Could it be that his words have come true?
Thinking of this, George rushed to the computer, where the screen showed the 500 short positions that had been wiped out.
If it were a large purchase, it would be fine, but the problem is that it's a short position.
In other words, the short covering contracts offset their 500 short positions.
No wonder they suspected that he did it.
A 500-lot contract is already worth over ten million US dollars.
With such a large amount of money involved, it's clear that it couldn't have been done by retail investors.
But George is certain that he absolutely did not have his assistant build a position.
In other words... could it be one of them?
George immediately dismissed the idea.
Not to mention that they are managers of well-known hedge funds, with assets under their custody amounting to tens of billions of dollars.
It's only 500 contracts, there's no need to do that.
Once discovered, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in this industry anymore.
The reason why Western capital can be so invincible is largely due to the overlapping networks of its relationships.
In other words, "We're all water, why pretend to be pure, as if we don't know each other?"
The others didn't say anything explicitly, but judging from George's eyes, they were clearly saying, "It was you who pulled these dirty tricks."
George immediately cried out that he was wronged, feeling that he was more wronged than Dou E, and hurriedly explained.
"Listen to me, since I promised not to reduce my holdings, I won't do anything underhanded again."
“500 hands is nothing to me, George. I don’t need to do something like that.”
Who could it be?
After hearing George's words, everyone realized what was going on.
500 lots is indeed not many.
If it's just speculative capital, that's fine; speculative capital exists in every market.
To some extent, follow-the-trend funds and major funds are complementary.
There's been no movement.
A trader shouted.
Everyone's eyes turned to the screen.
really.
After offsetting 500 short positions, only a few scattered pending orders remained on the trading screen.
Everything that just happened was as if it had never occurred.
"Place another 200 short orders."
One minute.
Three minutes.
The pressure from the 200-lot short order quickly disappeared above the resistance level.
Moreover, scattered short positions pushed the Nikkei 255 index down another 15 points.
at this time.
The Nikkei 255 index is at points.
Upon witnessing this scene.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
Since he's a fence-sitter, he'll regret it someday.
At this point, Robertson spoke to the trader.
"Continue to drive the market down. Before the market closes today, we must push the index below the 63-day moving average."
"clear."
Sell orders flooded the market, with short positions constantly entering at the best bid level, and even small orders actively opening short positions.
200 lots.
400 lots.
800 lots.
A few seconds.
The location of the point has attracted 800 sell orders.
At this point, the buy orders at the bottom had barely reached 50 lots.
Time is passing.
There are 15 minutes left before the market closes.
The Nikkei 255 index has finally reached the first tier.
"Boss, there are more buy orders now. It looks like we've broken through the bulls' defenses. If we can break through this defense, victory will be ours."
These words were spoken.
Several hedge fund managers were breathing rapidly.
It's finally here.
Victory will be theirs once they break through this defense line.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and they all tacitly agreed with the trader's statement.
At this point, Robertson gave the order.
"Let's test their firepower first."
"receive!"
100 hands open.
300 hands open.
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