Reborn Financial Overlord

"..."

The human brain is flawed.

And this kind of defect, when it falls into the supervisory logic, it is difficult to get rid of this logic.

Who is Shen Jiannan?

god?

For speculators, he is indeed a god.

Although, an atheist will feel that there has never been a god in the world.

But if a person accomplishes what others cannot accomplish, and even fulfills what he says, then he is a god.

The devil who raped Finland, the bastard who sold Italy, the culprit who brought down the Bank of England, made huge profits in the billions while wreaking havoc on Europe.

Such an existence is nothing but a god.

"Vincent, I believe that this is indeed an opportunity to make a fortune, God, that is Shen Jiannan."

"..."

"Montel, I want you to take a £500 million sell position on Sichel Industries as soon as the market opens."

"Sir. Is this too rash?"

"No. That's Shen Jiannan."

"But......"

"Hmm. We can see, and if it does, hopefully it's not too late."

"........"

At nine o'clock in the morning, it was time for the auction of the London stock market.

Shen Jiannan glanced at the time on the computer, lighted a cigar comfortably, and looked expectantly at the Reuters screen not far away.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll know if you walk around today.

If it succeeds, then risking his reputation in Europe will become the biggest bargaining chip he holds.

thump—

The trading software announced the opening time, and William looked at the quotation of Sichel Industrial Group and called out to Shen Jiannan.

"BOSS. Sichel Industries opened three percent lower."

Only three percent?

A look of dissatisfaction appeared on Shen Jiannan's face.

Back then, Jesse Livermore could make the price of any stock drop by 5.00% with one word. It seems that his own name is not enough.

Or are these guys now more cautious and cunning than previous speculators?

Finally, the stock market officially opened.

Without any hesitation, William picked up the one-touch pad and quickly entered a set of codes on it.

With the triggering of the program, a set of numbers was transmitted to the central computer of the exchange within a few tenths of a second and displayed on the Reuters screen.

Sichel Industries, 2.68 sold 6666666

Birmingham, Sichel Industries Building.

David Sichel, who was devoted to work, forgot all distracting thoughts and carefully studied the acquisition of Rolls-Royce Motor Cars. This matter was so important that he had to carefully consider where the bottom line of BMW Group and Volkswagen would be.

If you want to compare an oriental countryman who has never seen the world, giants like the BMW Group and Volkswagen are truly formidable opponents.

But suddenly, David Sichel felt that something was wrong. When he looked towards the place that felt wrong, his brown eyes seemed to be soaked in blood.

red!

The red is dazzling, the red is unbelievable.

Sichel Industries Group.

2.68 sold 6666666

2.67 sold 20

2.67 sold 35

2.65 sold 3000

2.60 sold 666666

2.58 sold 2852

2.5 sold 666666

......

When Sichel Industrial Group gapped and opened [-]% lower, the market immediately burst out with huge sums of selling.

Under the crazily nibbling like marching man-eating ants, the stock price of Sichel Industrial Group fell by 3% in less than 12.00 minutes, and the trend chart also seemed to be like a waterfall falling from the sky, constantly impacting downward.

How could this be?

The information David Sichel was holding dropped onto the table, and the candlestick on the time-sharing chart was like a huge stick, hitting him hard on the head.

As the president of Sichel Industrial Group, he is too aware of how good the company's performance is, and there should be no possibility of a decline in the entire environment.

But now, what is it?

Involuntarily, a whisper of the devil echoed uncontrollably in David Sitchell's ears.

accident!

This must have been an accident.

Like a pheasant falling into the water trying to catch the straw floating in the river, David Sitchell hastily transferred the software to all the stocks in the London stock market.

Green—green and vast, the color of environmental protection makes people feel a kind of refreshing from the heart.

But for David Sitchell, he didn't feel the slightest bit of environmental protection and health. He stared blankly at the constantly flashing numbers on the screen, and his whole body was like a sand sculpture.

Rolls-Royce Plc, 1.73, +13%.

AstraZeneca, 2.25, +9.45%

GlaxoSmithKline, 3.35, +7.25%

BP PLC, 6.15, +5.8%

.....

BATS, 3.56, +5.3%

Sony, 2.76, +4.5%

BP PLC.....

FTSE, 2553, +1.85%

Looking at the quotations in the stock market on the screen, David Siechel was completely at a loss. The FTSE index rose by [-]% at the opening. Whether it was British local stocks or foreign listed companies, the average increase exceeded [-]%. [-]/[-], the power engine machinery industry and the pharmaceutical industry are leading the market.

Among them, Rolls-Royce led the market in the power industry, with an increase of 13.00%; in the pharmaceutical industry, AstraZeneca and GlaxoSmithKline led the market, with an increase of [-]% and [-]% respectively Seven twenty-five.

Of the 740 stocks in the market, the [-] stocks surrounded are red, and Sichel Industrial Group is the reddest one.

bell bell -

The ear-piercing phone rang suddenly, and David Sichel reflexively grabbed the phone.

"Sir. Our stock was hit hard by the market as soon as the market opened today. You better take a look. I don't know what happened, but it looks, very bad."

The call was made by Freddy Bell, the head of the Secretary Department of the Board of Directors. This trader who used to work at Lloyds Bank is now the head of the Securities Affairs Department of Sichel Industrial Group. He has extensive trading experience. At the moment when it was found that the market was not looking right, tens of millions of pounds were mobilized to try to protect the market.

However, the selling pressure in the market was too great, tens of millions of pounds were thrown in without even a splash. Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Bell had to call the president for advice.

By this time, David Sichel still couldn't realize that it was Shen Jiannan's fault. A deep uneasiness and panic emerged from the bottom of his heart, although he was unwilling to admit the fear in his heart.

"I already know, look, Bell, I want you to try to keep the price of the stock up, no matter what you do. This is a nasty conspiracy, and I will call the board of directors immediately to discuss the solution."

"I'll try my best."

Taking a look at the selling orders that are constantly emerging in the market, Freddy Bell said in a deep voice.

"But you need to hurry, the situation is very bad."

"..."

The result is the only criterion for verifying the truth. Seeing the stock price of Sichel Industrial Group plummet by 20.00% in an instant, Steck quickly drew a cross on his chest excitedly.

"Henry, thank you so much, if you hadn't reminded me, my friend and I would have faced a huge loss. God, if it hadn't happened, I can't imagine it, Sichel Industrial Group's The stock will plummet by more than 10% in 20.00 minutes."

"Scott. Now you can take my word for it. Listen, this is an opportunity to make a fortune. Why don't you take it short and make a fortune."

"Oh. That's a great idea."

"......"

"God. Is the Sichel Industrial Group really going bankrupt, or why did it fall like this?"

In an ordinary villa, a middle-aged man looked at the falling stock price on the computer, and his intestines turned green with regret.

Last night, he received a message from a friend saying that Sichel Industrial Group owed a large sum of money to Barings Bank and might face prosecution.

But he didn't believe such absurd words at all.

What a joke, Sichel Industrial Group has a good cooperative relationship with Barings Bank, how could it face debt and be sued.

But now, the market has proved this point.

The truth in the stock market is never broken - the market's reaction is always faster than the confirmation of the news.

Perhaps, it is too late to stop the loss now.

Despite regret and heartache in his heart, as if a piece of flesh had been cut by a knife, the middle-aged man still made a choice.

He quickly typed a few numbers on the keyboard and hit the OK button.

Sichel Industries, 2.4, sold 25894

Fortunately or unfortunately, in the grown-up world process is never important, and between love and bread, time will always favor bread.

The world of capital is even more so.

The causal relationship is not important. Performance, prospects and development, in terms of loud slogans and bright prospects, are not as good as the profit and loss that can be seen in front of you.

In other words, the effect is the cause.

British people have always attached great importance to the concept of time. If it is not working time, they will not go to work if they say they are not going to get off work;

Fortunately, it was working hours.

It took 10 minutes for David Sitchell to invite all the members of the board of directors to the board meeting room. Even if they were not available, they also contacted them by phone.

However, he didn't know that during this period of time, the market value of Sichel Industrial Group had evaporated by 100 billion pounds, a drop of almost 50.00%.

"Gentlemen. I am sorry to call you here urgently, but now, we are faced with a small problem that requires you to make a decision."

"David, we believe in your ability. If you have any questions, please speak up."

"That's right. Our company was attacked by international speculators. The stock price fell by [-]% when the market opened in the morning. I think this may have a little impact on our acquisition of Rolls-Royce Motor Company."

"What good advice do you have?"

"My suggestion is to disclose our acquisition plan to the market at noon today, and give those damn speculators a hard lesson."

"..."

at the same time.

At the headquarters of Barings Bank, the head of the risk control department rushed into the president's office in a panic and knocked on the closed door.

Sam Redmelin was a little dissatisfied with his subordinate's flustered attitude, so he couldn't help reminding him.

"Seth. It's work time, shouldn't you pay attention to your image?"

It's a pity that Seth Bacon didn't have the time to pay attention to his own image at all. He was panting, his mouth was dry and he pulled off the tie around his neck.

"Sam, it's not good."