"Please wait a moment."
Thirteen minutes later.
An old voice came from the other side, saying, "My dear prince, I heard that you have something urgent to ask me. What is it that requires waking me up in the middle of the night?"
Prince Surtan excitedly replied, "Brother, I found it."
"What did you find?" Helide yawned, and sleepiness came over him again.
Prince Surtan quickly said, "Brother, it's the stealth bomber from the Miracle Group that just appeared at the Paris Air Show airport."
“And, it has already entered the Paris Air Show booth.”
He Lide immediately woke up and said in shock: "What?!"
"Is Bao Junyi really not afraid of the Iranians finding out? What is he thinking?"
Prince Surtan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know. Maybe he's not afraid of Iran's retaliation, or maybe he has some way to contain them."
"Besides, the fact that Bao Junyi dared to take out the stealth bomber shows that he is not afraid of anyone openly coveting him."
"After all, he is now well-known internationally for his retaliation, never letting things take their toll."
“So, ordinary people also have to think about it.”
He Lide nodded and said, "I must sign a military purchase order with that guy tomorrow, and I want the goods as soon as possible."
"After all, with the current situation in the Middle East, we must have a deterrent card in our hands, do you understand?"
Prince Surtan made a bitter face and said helplessly, "My brother, do you know how much that guy plans to sell that bomber for?"
"He wants $380 million per plane. I wonder how many barrels of oil he'd have to mine to satisfy that."
He Lide was shocked: "What?!"
"How much? 380 million US dollars?"
"Why doesn't he rob a bank, damn it!"
Prince Surtan's face was gloomy, and he sighed, "My brother, that guy makes money faster than robbing a bank!"
"He even treated us as a money-printing machine."
Helid cursed loudly: "Fuck, damn this guy, God will definitely judge him."
"Although we at Saudi Arabia have money, we don't spend it this way. If we were to buy a fleet of bombers, that would cost over $4 billion."
"If we add in various types of maintenance equipment and spare parts procurement, given Bao Junyi's personality, it will definitely add hundreds of millions of dollars."
Prince Surtan said helplessly, "Brother, should we continue to purchase?"
"purchase!"
"The current situation forces us to purchase, no matter how expensive it is."
"Brother Wang, I understand."
Prince Surtan spoke to Helide on the phone for almost fifty minutes before hanging up.
At the same time, Miracle Group’s new aircraft landed, and many surrounding forces also received the news. They were all curious about what kind of aircraft it was.
......
The other side.
Located in the Miracle Building in Central, Hong Kong, the morning light shines into the spacious trading room through the glass curtain wall.
It was morning, and the streets of Hong Kong were already crowded with traffic, with citizens hurriedly rushing to their respective workplaces.
Inside the building, Yuan Tianfan's financial department was also extremely busy. The traders were on high alert, staring at the numbers and curves constantly jumping on the screen, preparing to liquidate the remaining crude oil futures.
"Aqiang, place a sell order for 1,000 lots at $39.88 per barrel to absorb those small buy orders."
"Ah He, place a buy order for 300 lots at $39.76 per barrel to slow the decline."
"A-Ming, you should also place a small sell order in the $39.76 to $39.88 range, pretending to be a retail investor, and slowly sell your shares."
"Alin, you are also..."
Yuan Tianfan looked at the trading manager and kept issuing instructions. The traders cooperated in an orderly manner and the positions of crude oil futures continued to decrease.
At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and focused atmosphere, and the sound of keyboard tapping and telephone ringing were intertwined, as if playing a symphony of the financial market.
Yuan Tianfan looked at the trading room through the glass curtain wall and said, "How many long positions in crude oil futures do we have left?"
The secretary standing nearby said, "Mr. Yuan, there are still 48% of long positions that have not been closed."
"However, through resale trading, we can control the fluctuation of crude oil futures prices within a certain range."
Yuan Tianfan shook his head and said, "This method won't last long. Those vampires on Wall Street will easily find clues about crude oil futures."
"Besides, they might come in and fleece us."
The secretary asked worriedly, "Mr. Yuan, what should we do then?"
Yuan Tianfan hesitated for a moment before asking, "How much money do we have in our account now?"
"Mr. Yuan, there's still 14.468 billion US dollars."
Yuan Tianfan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good, that's enough."
"Then what shall we do next..."
Ah He's face changed drastically, and he said, "Oh no, someone is dumping the market, and my order has been eaten up."
"Oh no, it's the same here. Crude oil futures prices are still plummeting and there's no stopping them. They're heading straight for the 39.00 mark."
The trading manager hurriedly checked the market, not even bothering to wipe the sweat off his face, and said, "Oh no! A large fund has entered the market and is trading against us."
Yuan Tianfan was discussing the next plan with his secretary.
"Boom...boom."
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the office door.
Yuan Tianfan asked doubtfully, "Please come in, what happened?"
"Mr. Yuan, this is bad. A large fund has entered the market and is trading against us."
"Moreover, as soon as the other party arrived, they directly crashed the market, and the crude oil futures price had an unstoppable downward trend, heading straight for the 39.00 mark."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
