"Understood, Manager."
However.
Yuan Tianfan looked at the K-line trend of crude oil futures and frowned, saying, "Since the other party has launched an attack, then we must also fight back."
"Group A, at 38.50, place a long order of 5,000 lots. Then, at 38.55, place another long order of 5,000 lots. At 38.60, place another long order of 5,000 lots. And so on..."
"Team B, your primary goal is to use small orders to attract retail investors or institutional speculators to the market and drive up crude oil futures prices."
"Team C, you'll be the flanks for Teams A and B. If any of them needs support, come and help."
"Also, once the price has risen above $39.00 per barrel, we will begin to gradually reduce our positions, lowering costs and recovering our funds. Otherwise, even more funds won't be able to withstand such a consumption."
Everyone at the scene said in unison: "Mr. Yuan, we understand!"
In the trading room, the sound of keyboard tapping intertwined into a dense and passionate melody, "da da da, da da da", echoing continuously.
Their fingers nimbly jumped on the keyboard, accurately inputting various instructions, buying, selling, stop loss, closing positions...?
at the same time.
Located at Quantum Fund, Wall Street.
George Soros frowned, his eyes fixed on the fluctuating stock price graph on the screen.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he cursed, "No, damn it! Fuck!"
"Large funds are entering the market, hold on! At $38.50 per barrel, place a short order to hold on!"
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