After dinner, Jiang Xiaoli and Zong Jia went to Financial Street.
Many new office buildings have been built here in the past two years. It's already 10:30 pm, but many of the buildings still have lights on on all floors.
They arrived at Heaven Capital, where an assistant led them to a large office. "Ms. Li, Mr. Zong, the US stock market is fluctuating wildly tonight. President Jiang is personally overseeing the situation. You two can observe for a moment."
Jiang Xiaoli saw Jiang Ruilin staring intently at the computer screen, occasionally issuing some operation commands.
After about ten minutes, he gave the order, "Close all positions!"
More than twenty traders in the office started working simultaneously. In less than three minutes, Jiang Ruilin's screen showed that all the futures contracts he had bought had been sold, and they had won a great victory in this transaction.
Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoli couldn't help but sigh, "Every fluctuation is a huge number; people with poor mental fortitude really can't do this job."
Zong Jia chuckled and said, "Yes, Uncle has had a tough time."
As they were chatting, Jiang Ruilin stood up and walked over. "Xiao Li, A Yu, you're here."
Jiang Xiaoli pointed to the food placed to the side, "Uncle, the late-night snack is getting cold. Do you have time to eat?"
He nodded. "Okay, let's talk back in the office."
Back in the office, Jiang Xiaoli brought out the food and set it out. "Uncle, do you still need to personally oversee things here? Won't this working day and night be too tiring?"
Jiang Ruilin smiled and said, "Normally we don't need to, but we're in a special period right now. The US stock market triggered its first circuit breaker at the end of last month, and the futures market is experiencing a lot of volatility."
She suddenly remembered her account, "Uncle, I haven't been paying attention to it while Ah Yu and I were out, what happened to my little stash?"
Jiang Ruilin pointed to the office computer, "Why don't you log in and see for yourself?"
She didn't stand on ceremony and immediately turned on her computer and logged into her account.
Zong Jia and the other woman standing behind her stared wide-eyed. They both rubbed their eyes in unison, hardly believing the account balance they were seeing.
Yes, it's the account balance, not unrealized profit.
All her Dow Jones futures contracts have been liquidated; now her account shows the principal plus any profits.
$9,63,793,624.00, a full nine hundred and sixty-three million US dollars!
After deducting the initial investment of 200 million yuan, they made a profit of over 700 million yuan in just three months, which is equivalent to 5.6 billion yuan in RMB.
When the group held its meeting that morning, "Jiang's Investment" was the only company in the entire group that had not yet made a profit. Now, in just 12 hours, Jiang Ruilin has given her a big surprise.
"Uncle, is this really my account?"
Jiang Ruilin put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said, "Of course, Little Pear, don't forget to pay the account management fee."
Jiang Xiaoli slapped her forehead, "Uncle, 20% is really too little. With your profits, countless people would be scrambling to throw money at you!"
Jiang Ruilin waved his hand, "Heaven Capital, apart from a few funds from the Jiang family, does not accept external funds. The 20% management fee was set by your grandfather, so that's settled."
She chuckled and pulled Zong Jia along, counting the account balance on the screen over and over again.
Seeing her happy expression, Jiang Ruilin couldn't help but smile. "Xiao Li, the reason I called you here today is to ask what your plans are for this money. Will you continue to invest it with 'Heaven Capital,' or will you withdraw it?"
Jiang Xiaoli thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle, what's your opinion on the situation in Hong Kong?"
On October 12th, before the wedding, she received news that Gu Qingdai's company had lost more than 3 million yuan on the Hong Kong stock market.
At that time, the Hang Seng Index was still at 100 points, but by the end of last month, on October 28, the Hang Seng Index plummeted to 9060 points.
She saw a newspaper from a while ago in her office today, which had a small news item on it.
A Hong Kong resident returned to Hong Kong after a six-day trip to the mainland, only to find that his stock holdings, which were worth more than 300,000 yuan, had dwindled to less than 40,000 yuan.
This clearly shows that the port city is currently in the midst of a turbulent storm.
Simply put, this is a grand scheme orchestrated by Socrates, with international speculators led by him buying Hang Seng Index futures contracts that were bearish in advance.
They first launched a feigned attack on the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate. In response to the exchange rate crisis, the Hong Kong government raised borrowing interest rates, pushing the costs for international speculators to their highest level.
However, this step also deterred normal borrowing needs, significantly reducing the amount of liquid funds in the market.
Coupled with media hype and the wavering of investor confidence, the immense pressure led to a massive panic spreading through the stock market, resulting in a sharp drop in Hong Kong stocks.
But all of this is just an appetizer. The ultimate goal of international speculators is to suppress the stock market and ultimately profit from the Hang Seng Index futures contracts they bought in advance.
It must be said that foreigners have mastered the Chinese proverb "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" to perfection.
Jiang Ruilin didn't expect her to ask this question. "Xiao Li, you still have ideas about Hong Kong stocks? Then I still advise you to take your profits and run. People in Hong Kong are too busy selling to get rid of their shares. Nobody will willingly jump in. You can't be bearish on them too, can you?"
There are indeed quite a few people who are not optimistic about Hong Kong stocks, and speculators have started to short them.
If Hong Kong stocks fall, most of the city's wealth will evaporate, countless companies will go bankrupt, the entire market will enter a death spiral of decline-sell-decline, and the entire financial system of Hong Kong will suffer a fatal blow.
The port city only returned to the embrace of the motherland in July this year, and this situation is something that no Chinese person wants to see.
Jiang Ruilin did not believe that his niece would think like those opportunists.
Jiang Xiaoli said, "Of course I'm not bearish on Hong Kong stocks. I believe there will be a solution."
Jiang Ruilin raised an eyebrow. "Xiao Li, are you determined to take this gamble?"
She smiled slightly, "Uncle, I've always been very lucky."
"It seems I can't persuade you. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Jiang Xiaoli said, "Now is not a good time. Let's wait and see. There are still 9 months until the settlement date of Hang Seng Index futures. The most important thing is to prepare enough ammunition. I will have to trouble Uncle."
Jiang Ruilin understood what she meant. "Okay, I will continue to manage your account for you without charging you any management fees."
"Haha," she said with a laugh, "then thank you, Uncle."
"You're welcome. I understand your intentions today, Little Pear. To be honest, I admire your approach. It's bold, but very satisfying."
Jiang Xiaoli waved her hand, "Uncle, the most important thing is still you. If it weren't for you, how would I dare to think about these things?"
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