Iron Bull Legend

"Yes, we are really doing well." Sinai had not spoken for a long time. This was one of the few times that day that he participated in their conversation. However, at this moment, his face revealed a gratified smile, which made his face look much brighter.

"Yes, Sinai is right. We should be satisfied today. Compared with those who did not make any money in the market fluctuations today, we are the ones who are well fed and well-drinking. I just don't know who is the biggest beneficiary today. They should have made more money than us." Tie Niu laughed.

"Forget about making money. Even if we hit the right node, it would be good if we don't lose money, because today's volatility is really weird. It rose wildly as soon as it opened in the morning. Many people did not dare to follow suit. Then, after we closed our positions, the price of the entire crude oil futures price fell all the way. The speed of the fall was simply suicidal. Also, no one expected the subsequent decline," Natasha talked to herself about today's trading.

"Well, I don't quite understand why the price has dropped again from $125 per barrel. I really don't understand why it can drop below $65 per barrel. This must be something big that we don't know about. Natasha, can you ask around when it goes down?"

"Sir, I guess everyone is definitely not in the mood to talk about this. Isn't this like stabbing everyone in the heart? I believe that those little Karas below are the ones who were hurt the most today. Let's not add insult to injury. Let's ask them tomorrow?" Natasha advised very sympathetically, because, at this time, many people are feeling very uncomfortable.

This kind of thing has happened before, but the fluctuations in the past were not as big as today's. At most, the fluctuations were only 20 or 30 US dollars. There was no such fluctuation as today, and the final plunge. This is simply murder and is pushing people to death.

Natasha, who had been working downstairs, understood their feelings very well. No one would talk about anything that happened today at a time like this. She would just go back to an empty corner and lick her wounds, like a lonely old dog.

Only when they have figured it out and healed their wounds and have rested for a night and are refreshed, will they gather in groups of three or five tomorrow to talk about the past and talk about who they know will suffer the heaviest losses and be the most hurt in this battle. Anyway, they will not talk about themselves.

Even if they have suffered losses, they will not speak out about it. They will definitely say that they closed their positions and left at a certain moment, as if they were so wise and decisive. This is human nature. If they have suffered losses, they can only swallow them down with tears and blood.

This is the nature of people fighting in the financial market. Even if someone makes a few thousand from a one million investment today, they will still brag that they made thirty or fifty thousand to prove their own wisdom and power. This is a kind of self-anesthetized mentality of investors.

Natasha is a trader in this group, and has been hanging out among small and medium-sized investors for many years. She knows their psychology very well. Even if he loses money, you should not say it blatantly when you know he has lost money. You must say that someone has made an unexpected fortune today and has become the one who makes the most money today, because this is a matter of face.

This is also the common mentality of investors in this industry. No one wants to say that they have suffered losses.

The current American garrison was blocked as soon as it landed in Upper Mesopotamia. Every kilometer forward was extremely difficult. Every step forward would result in the death of eight people, which made the remaining troops advancing forward feel terrified and rushed to the crisis of this overseas trip.

When these American overseas troops landed on this desert land, they felt it was quite new at first. But when they saw the ragged locals and their skinny and weak bodies, they began to laugh at them.

In their perception, the people here are completely different from the people of their beautiful country. Although some people of the beautiful country are poor, they are only a part of the people. Many people live a wealthy life and have no worries about food and clothing every day.

They have cars and houses, and their homes are fully stocked with the necessities of life. They have enough food to eat and drink some red wine from time to time, which shows their wealthy life. Therefore, many people who know about the situation in the Beautiful Country will try their best to find ways to get there, even if it means using dangerous means such as smuggling.

To make the first pot of gold in their land or to get the money and materials to satisfy their lives, that is why many countries, when they learned about the life in the beautiful country, all rushed to the moon of the beautiful country hanging in the sky. It seemed that the air there was so sweet, and the land there grew countless gold and diamonds, which could make people rich overnight and become billionaires.

Look at the people in Upper Mesopotamia. They are all ragged and pale. They are obviously so poor that they have no roof over their heads or land to farm. Even the food they need to survive on a daily basis is not enough to fill their stomachs, let alone have a full meal.

Looking at the hungry people with dull eyes and listless looks, watching them listlessly rummaging in the sand for food they didn't know what it was, watching them lazily lying in the sand or on the roadside basking in the sun, not knowing whether they had eaten enough and were resting, or were so hungry that they were exhausted and waiting for Allah to take them away early.

This is the real situation in this sea of ​​sand. The low mud house with a few scattered blades of grass on it shows that it is a house. Even the ruins around the house give people the feeling that this place is really poor and dilapidated. One glance at it makes people feel the sadness in their hearts. If, accompanied by the sad sound of Uncle A Bing's piano, everyone who comes here will burst into tears.

This is the true portrayal of Upper Mesopotamia. Even the llamas carrying firewood on the street do not show any hostility and only roar a few melodious songs when they are happy. They can only lower their heads, droop their weak ears, and follow their owners with their hooves on the ground to prove that they are still alive and have the strength to take a few steps, proving that they are the working capacity of this family.

Occasionally, an old dog wandering out from the ruins would see these tall two-legged beasts, which were different from the local natives, holding black sticks in their hands. It would have to tuck its tail between its legs, cautiously glance at the tall white-skinned two-legged beasts with its vigilant eyes, and then flee.

Because they are really ferocious, and a few roars make these weak old dogs feel much more terrifying than their natives, because the sound of the roar is so terrifying that it makes people tremble, let alone these weak old dogs.

The old dogs ran away wailing and using a language that only their own family or aunts and uncles could understand to tell them to stay away from danger, away from these tall two-legged beasts, which was really scary for the dogs.

They were running away. Behind them came the unbridled laughter and taunting sounds of the tall and mighty two-legged beasts. Although the old dogs could not understand what they were saying, they could hear the ridicule in the sounds. The ridicule was completely different from their native sounds, let alone the same tune.

Even the chicks that had just laid eggs in the chicken coop were watching these tall and mighty two-legged beasts with vigilant eyes, fearing that they would steal their eggs when they were not paying attention, because these eggs were food for their owners.

Once these chicks fail to complete their production tasks, they will have no food, and their owners will scold them with curses that make them tremble, leaving them without food, and they can only run to the distant sand sea to find some food to fill their stomachs.

The children hid under the arms or behind the adults, with their eyes wide open in fear, secretly watching these people in the distance who were the same kind as them, but taller and bigger than their parents and uncles. Although they knew they were the same kind, they were familiar with the things in their hands, which could kill people from a distance... guns.

Only the local armed personnel, and those high-ranking people who even their parents were afraid of, and these tall and big men holding the same guns made them instinctively feel the coming of danger. In the next second, the gun could be pointed at them and they would lose their lives.

The children were trembling with fear, because in their eyes these tall and big people were demons, a group of people who were just as rude and unreasonable as those bullies on their side. Therefore, they had been branded with a very serious phobia in their minds.

This is the true inner thought of the children, and it is also what they fear. Tears flow slowly from their eyes on their huge heads which are larger than normal people's. They dare not cry out loud, they dare not cry loudly in grievance like they do at home when their parents scold them. That is because of fear.

Those frightened little eyes looked in horror at the steel behemoths lying on the ground, and the rumbling sounds intensified their cowardice and made them even more afraid. This was not an innate fear, but the horror that they knew from the suffering and dangers they had experienced since birth.

Even the parents standing in front of them are not good at all, it's just that they are parents, they are the sky for their children, they are the wall that protects their children from wind and rain psychologically and helps them resist all dangers, they are the pillars of their family, and they can only stand there and welcome the arrival of danger.

They have experienced such things countless times over the years, and each time they pretended to be kind and strong in front of their families. Although there were times when God was unfair, some of them had already lost their lives. Although there was no wormwood at the burial site in the wilderness, the graves piled up by the natural blowing of sand were already very high.

Only these tall sandbags can prove that they have been to this world and left their marks in this world. Once upon a time, here were their families and people who missed them. The tears of those who miss their loved ones have dried up, their eyes have dried up and there are no tears left.