In such a tense moment, it's normal for a erroneous order to occur, but for the equally tense people on Wall Street, it's more like a mockery.
In this situation, whether or not to retaliate has become the biggest question.
Everyone was hesitant. When they lost the courage to trade, their first thought was that if they retaliated, they would face an even fiercer attack.
"Let's hold off for now. They're showing signs of fatigue, so there's no need for us to press them too hard." Robertson gave himself an out, telling the traders to maintain the market order while the group went out for a quick meeting.
After leaving the trading center, Robertson strode into the restroom, splashed cold water on his face at the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and took a few deep breaths.
The remaining few also lit cigarettes and cigars, smoking them rather quickly. At this moment, everyone's hearts were as restless as if they were being cooked in oil.
Robertson walked out and looked at the group, saying, "Where did he get so much money? Where does he get his confidence? Who makes him so arrogant?"
Everyone present wanted to know the answers to these questions, but no one knew what was happening on the other side of the world. They couldn't see the face on the other end of the computer screen, or what kind of expression it held.
"What do we do now?" Robertson lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked anxious.
"In my opinion, Lu Feng is also nearing the end of his rope, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped. He's just playing psychological warfare now," Soros analyzed.
“That’s absolutely possible. He doesn’t have that much money on hand. Now that things have come to this, there’s no possibility of him backing down.” The Goldman Sachs president took a puff of his cigar and said, “In my opinion, we should send out the remaining 10 billion today and see their reaction. If their reaction isn’t strong enough, we can raise some more funds after the market closes!”
These words boosted everyone's confidence. As long as they spent the remaining billions of dollars, and Lu Feng started giving them away, they would face a fatal blow tomorrow.
These people would still go to great lengths to buy houses and cars, even if it meant incurring high-interest loans.
After encouraging each other and gaining confidence, the group returned to the trading center and asked a trader, who said that there had been no activity on the opposing side for more than an hour.
"Looks like they're not as tough as I thought!" Robertson said with a hint of smugness on his face.
In Hong Kong, Lu Feng left the trading hall an hour ago and talked with a group of leaders for an hour, mainly about Lu Feng's methods. The leaders said their hearts couldn't take it, and if Lu Feng did two more transactions of this scale, he would run out of money.
But what will we use to withstand the impact if it falls?
Should we use the borrowed money? How are we going to redeem it tomorrow? Wouldn't that just show them our weakness?
After half a day of negotiations, the result was a two-pronged approach: if funds exceeded the limit, the maximum amount that could be covered would be 10%, which is no more than two billion US dollars. If the amount exceeded this limit, the network cable would be cut off.
Furthermore, this period must not be too short; trading should be suspended for at least a week to raise funds. If the situation cannot be contained in a short period of time, then whether to continue maintaining the peg of the Hong Kong dollar to the US dollar will require a decision from higher authorities.
After the conversation, Lu Feng understood that if things didn't go smoothly tonight, the Hong Kong dollar might be in danger. Even though he knew the historical outcome, he was still very nervous about this issue. After all, things had changed a lot compared to his previous life. He was no longer facing Soros, but Robertson.
If the Hong Kong dollar is forced to decouple from the US dollar, Lu Feng will be a sinner in history.
With less than ten minutes left before the morning close, Lu Feng entered the exchange. The traders who had seemed a bit tense earlier had been replaced. Lu Feng asked about the situation briefly, and there wasn't much fluctuation in the market.
The two sides immediately clashed head-on for a few rounds, and everyone felt the pain!
As the last minute ticked away, the morning session officially closed, and both sides couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Lu Feng dared not stop and immediately summoned everyone to review the situation. At the same time, he was on high alert to prevent any "fat finger" errors and divided the funds among different entities. If someone were to make a "fat finger" error and throw away hundreds of billions of dollars, then there would be no one left to cry about.
At the meeting, Lu Feng made arrangements for the afternoon session, saying that they should observe the situation of the other party. If the amount involved was within 10 billion yuan, they should assess the strength of the other party. They should not be afraid in the afternoon session; the stronger the other party is, the more they should be suppressed.
"Within a hundred billion yuan, we have nothing to fear. Don't think about what to do tomorrow. If you can't survive tonight, you won't understand the morning sun." Lu Feng said to everyone, "Don't be afraid when trading, especially on a one-minute candlestick chart. Don't trade intermittently, like someone who can't urinate properly, dribbling and leaking!"
"Trading is all about acting like you're naive and rich, otherwise they'll think you're easy to bully. If you're not strong when you should be, then you're weak. Don't have any psychological burden. If your hand is shaking when you place an order, do you think you're spending your own money?"
"Why are you all so concerned about spending the country's money? If something really goes wrong, I'll be the one who takes responsibility. You'll be fine. Just get your minds in order and don't try to pull things up. The line is just there, it'll be fixed as soon as the funds come out. That's the anchor, you know?"
The leaders standing nearby looked at Lu Feng. It wasn't his money at all; he didn't care at all. But at this time, whatever Lu Feng said went, and they couldn't interrupt.
"When the afternoon session begins, we'll find three people to form a team, mainly to manage another 20 billion yuan. This money will serve as a safety net, and we need to act quickly. It's not like this money will just sit there untouched. Those people are very shrewd; they'll be able to see through it easily!"
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