My 1999

Dong Dong…….

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A secretary wearing a black OL lady's suit with long wavy hair opened the door and walked in.

"Sir, Mr. Bevin's phone number."

After Gray Godwin slapped the pretty secretary on her plump butt, he took the phone from her hand.

"Hi, dear John, how's everything going?"

"Gray, come to Iris tonight."

The slightly solemn tone immediately made Gray Godwin notice something unusual.

"What happened?"

"It's not convenient on the phone."

Gray responded, "I'll be there at seven in the evening."

"Um."

The two briefly chatted and hung up the phone.

Gray Godwin put down the documents in his hand, turned on his computer, and logged into Yahoo's official website.

A prominent headline hung on the front page.

“The Ministry of Agriculture warns that North American soybean harvest will fail due to extreme weather!”

After browsing through the subsequent news, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I opened the Yahoo Finance section again and frowned after clicking on the futures information list.

"Huh? Or $425?!"

Since last week, the futures price of soybeans has climbed to US$420/bushel, and now a week has passed, and it has barely risen to US$425/bushel.

Far from meeting original expectations.

"Is someone placing a plate?"

Gray Godwin frowned.

Subconsciously, I wanted to call and ask, but thought of the party at night and stopped.

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There are many large and small clubs in the United States, some are formed by people, and some are formed by industries.

The Iris Club hardly appears in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is the haunt of the top grain merchants in the United States.

With the arrival of luxury cars, this baroque building on the Upper East Side of the United States became lively.

As soon as Gray Godwin got out of the car, he saw a fat middle-aged man waving to him not far away.

Go up to him with a smile.

"Dear Suresh, you have lost a lot of weight lately."

"Dear Grey, my doctor tells me it's healthier to be thinner."

After the two smiled and hugged each other, they walked towards the hall together.

"Gray, why did John summon us here tonight?"

Glancing at the fat man next to him, Gray Godwin knew very well what kind of cunning was hidden under the simple and honest appearance of the guy who controlled Cargill.

The nickname ‘Black Pidge’ is not for nothing.

Therefore, he did not believe that this guy did not know the changes in the soybean market.

"Dear Suresh, like you, I don't know what happened. But since Bell called us here, he will definitely tell us the reason."

"I think so too. In addition, I want to emphasize that the interests of Cargill and ADM are consistent, and we should adhere to the same stance on some matters."

Gray Godwin looked at the pair of honest and cunning eyes opposite him, and smiled in his heart, this guy was really cautious.

Before he even entered, he had already attracted himself.

"ADM just wants to make money, and we support anything that makes money."

"What a coincidence. Cargill's purpose is also to make money."

While talking, the two walked into the hall.

A middle-aged man in a black suit walked up to him quickly.

"Mr. Godwin, Mr. Mac."

"Are Elgin, Bell and Cooney here?" Suresh Mike asked carelessly.

"The two gentlemen have arrived."

"Who else is in the Rose Hall besides them?" asked Gray Godwin.

"there is none left."

"Where's Blankfein? He's not here?"

"Mr. Bell did not notify anyone at Goldman Sachs."

After thinking about it, Gray stepped inside without asking any more questions.

"Bell actually excluded those bastards on Wall Street?" Suresh said with surprise.

"There's nothing surprising. They only provided some financial help for this operation. The four of us are the ones who make the real decision."

Suresh nodded in agreement.

When you come to the end of the hall, turn to the left, walk through the corridor with exquisite oil paintings on both sides, and come to the end. A double-open thick wooden door appears in front of you.

There are exquisite carvings on the door. Judging from the patina, it is obviously quite old.

Seeing the two of them, the tall and strong bodyguard standing in front of the door quickly opened the door.

The two of them stepped inside.

The floor of the room, which is about fifty square meters, is covered with thick handmade Turkish carpets.

Valuable oil paintings hang on the walls on both sides, and several bronze sculptures of different sizes and shapes are placed in the corners.

Paired with exquisite and simple crystal chandeliers, the whole room is filled with a retro style.

On the left side of the room is a small solid wood bar, and the wine cabinet behind it contains a variety of expensive drinks that are difficult to find outside.

There are several sets of sofas in the center of the room.

To the east sat a middle-aged blond man wearing a dark red suit with a high nose and deep eyes; opposite him was a thin old man wearing a brown suit.

Seeing the two people coming in, they also stood up.

"Haha, dear Bell, it's such an honor to see you again."

Suresh walked over carelessly and gave the old man a hug.

John Bell frowned and resisted the urge to push the other person away.

"Suresh, you have gained a lot of weight."

"Haha, obesity is a symbol of wealth. It seems that I will make a lot of money soon."

Gray, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. This was not what this guy said when he was outside just now.

"Nashat, thank you for the red wine you gave me last time. It tastes great."

"I still have some there. Since you like it, I'll ask Claire to send it to you when you get back." Nashat Kunni smiled.

"Nashat, you can't favor one over another."

"Suresh, you have a close relationship with the Menzero family. Are you afraid that there will be no red wine?"

“Although Chateau Margaux’s red wine is left for me every year, you can see from my body shape that anything less is simply not enough.”

Everyone sat down while they were joking.

The bunny girl, who was wearing scantily clad clothes, plump and slim, brought a wine glass to the two of them.

Amidst the screams, Suresh grabbed the slender waist of the bunny girl next to him and pulled her into his arms. His fat and generous palms roughly tore open the thin lace sling, ravaging the plumpness, with a wanton look on his face. smile.

The girl frowned but did not dare to resist.

The three people around them saw it but didn't say anything.

Apparently he has long been accustomed to his behavior.

"John, everyone is here. Is there anything you need to say now?"

Gray said directly.

"You all go out," said John Bell.

The bunny girls serving drinks and the bodyguards responsible for security all left after hearing this.

Suresh also let go of the bunny girl in his arms.

Soon there were only four of them left in the room.

After taking a sip of the red wine in his glass, John Bell said calmly: "I think you all have noticed that the rise in soybean prices has slowed down this week."

The other three people exchanged looks.

"John, I want to know who is doing this?" Suresh asked.

"You are no strangers either."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Gray Godwin's mind, "Xu Liang from Hanhua Capital?"

"Yes. Through the investigation during this period, it can be basically confirmed that Hanhua Capital has purchased at least 20 million tons of soybeans from the international market from May this year to now." John Bell said.

The three of them looked startled.

“If you add in the more than 60 million acres of soybeans they contracted in China, Hanhua Capital will have more than 30 million tons of soybeans, which is almost one-tenth of the world’s annual soybean production.

This has already affected the rules of the game! "

After John Bell finished speaking, the three fell silent.

In fact, they have long known that Hanhua has a lot of physical reserves of soybeans.

But due to time constraints, and the fact that many soybean purchasers are layer-by-layer, it’s impossible to figure out whose hands they are.

Of course, if you follow a line, you can still find out some based on the capabilities of the four major grain merchants.

"John, where did you get this information?" asked Gray Godwin.

Although Bunge is a world-class grain giant, it is only one of the top 500 companies in the global business world. It is very difficult to cross dozens of countries in a short period of time and investigate the ownership of 20 million tons of soybeans. .

"Oracle, Quantum Fund, and Elliott Management Company provided most of the information. They and Hanhua Capital suffered big losses in the last oil futures opponent's trading, and they have been watching Hanhua's actions." John Bell said.

Gray and Nashat were convinced.

Some time ago, Hanhua Capital made tens of billions of dollars from long oil. There was a lot of noise. You can say anything.

This incident also enabled Xu Liang to emerge and become a private equity giant in the global financial field.

The busybodies on Wall Street also gave him the title of 'Caesar'.

"Bell, what are you going to do?" Nashat asked.

"We have paid too much for shorting China, and we will never allow failure!" John Bell's eyes showed determination, "If Hanhua wants to hinder us, then get rid of him."

No one was surprised by his words.

"Hanhua and Xu Liang are not small players. In the last oil market, the combined strength of Goldman Sachs, Oracle, Quantum Fund, Elliott Fund Management Company, and Bank of Washington was still better than ours, but they still ended up colliding in front of Xu Liang and Hanhua. Got a bloody head.

Although Han Hua and Xu Liang did not know the exact amount of money they made by doing long oil, it was certainly no less than 10 billion U.S. dollars. Coupled with the Pacific No. 1 and No. 2 funds, the money in his hands must have exceeded 20 billion U.S. dollars, or even It's $30 billion.

If leverage is used again, this amount will expand to 100 billion US dollars or even more.

Facing him, even if the four of us join forces, we may not have a chance of winning. " Nashat Kunni said calmly.

No matter where you are, strength will always speak for itself.

The strength in Hanhua and Xu Liang's hands is too strong.

"Nashat, you think too highly of Hanhua. I admit that Xu Liang and Hanhua have ample funds, but half of the global soybean market is in our hands. As long as we speculate on soybean prices, the soybean prices will be certain." will rise.

The pricing power is in our hands.

No matter how much money he has in his hands, it will be useless without soybeans. "Suresh Mike said carelessly.

After looking at him, Nashat Kunni said calmly: "We have a lot of soybeans in hand, but if we want to play its role, we can only sell them.

Once sold, all our investment some time ago will be in vain. "

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

They all know that the soybean production in North America has not decreased much this year. The news of production reduction in the market was concocted by them, artificially raising the price of soybeans.