Simulation: Great Power Technology

Wall Street, the headquarters of Blackstone Capital.

In the spacious conference room, several white men were gathering together to discuss several Chinese news on the big screen.

"So, are the Chinese officials really planning to use financial funds to subsidize their Chinese-funded enterprises? Are they planning to be tough with us to the end?"

"It looks like this...Robert, your previous contact in Huaxia, he was also arrested, right?"

"I don't know, but I did lose contact with him today. But it's not important anymore. Since Huaxia officials have released the news, his intelligence is no longer important."

The man leaning on the chair called Robert said arrogantly.

"Are you sure this is his message?"

The man opposite asked suspiciously.

"Only this one. Probably the news of his leak was discovered by the Chinese officials, so he was arrested and the information was disclosed in advance."

"You don't know China's stock market, so you don't know how much impact such policy news has on the market. You know, the market there is not a completely free market, and they don't even allow t0 trading!"

"So, the biggest disturbance to the market is not the operating conditions of the company, let alone the sentiments of traders, but the official policy."

Having said that, he sighed.

"Unfortunately, this is indeed an excellent opportunity. If that stupid Liu Xiao can give us the information ahead of time, we can definitely make a lot of money."

"After reading this news, I have just checked those related stocks, do you know what I found? That son of a bitch Liu Xiao has already done it himself! He shorted Huaxin Group's stock! "

"It's so stupid and hopeless, how could the official not find out such an obvious low-sucking action..."

Everyone in the conference room nodded in unison, and one of the men said with emotion:

"Looks like we're just brushing past billions in earnings..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Robert immediately interrupted:

"On the contrary, we now have a better opportunity ahead of us: going short."

"Short?"

the man asked in surprise.

"However, you just said that this policy will make the stock market soar..."

"That's right, but the stock market will eventually return to normal logic. Once Huaxin International really buys Yinglong eda, then our rejection list will immediately put them in a situation of doom."

"Is there anyone in this world that can fight against our country?"

"Whether economically or militarily, is there any?"

"The Chinese officials are very resolute this time, but their resoluteness is limited... In the face of huge economic losses, they can't have any chance. It won't be long before the policy's initial dividend period has passed. After that, Huaxin International's share price will plummet, and even the entire stock market will fall."

"This time, it's time for us to pick up the money... Believe me, believe in our free country, God will let us make money."

Hearing Robert's words, everyone in the conference room cheered up.

However, they are also facing a problem, that is, Huaxia's stock market does not have a short-selling mechanism, and they cannot make profits by short-selling.

"What to do? Looking for a private agency?"

Robert smiled confidently and replied:

"China's official government does not have a short-selling mechanism, but I know that some of their institutions are not so conscientious... They will sell the chips in their hands to us, which is no different from short-selling, or in other words, It's a gamble."

"It's just that the bet this time is our country and their country. As for who wins and who loses, don't you have an answer in your heart?"

The crowd laughed, and they seemed to see money beckoning to them.

yes.

The mighty ugly country, in this world, who can be its rival?

However, what they don't know is that in the face of absolute technical strength, all their plans will come to nothing.

However, at this moment, those who want to cut the leeks of Huaxia investors have not realized that they are actually the leeks...

......

In a small building in the imperial capital, a secretary in a tunic suit brought a document into a small conference room.

"Leader, the latest note from the ugly country, they sent us an invitation to negotiate on the issue of the previous rejection list."

The man whose hair had turned white, but was still strong, sat down on the rattan chair and asked curiously:

"Oh? They want to let go? Are there any prerequisites?"

"Conditional. The first is to lift the restrictions on importing soybeans and corn from them; the second is to reduce import tariffs on technology products, automobiles, and large machinery; the third is to let go of foreign investment I have ever had Access restrictions."

"One is more arrogant than the other... But what they really want to achieve should only be the first condition, right? The latter is just a bargaining chip thrown out."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Leader, I also think so. But I think that there is no possibility of giving in even to the first one. The issue of food security is related to the livelihood of the Chinese people, and we must not compromise."

The man nodded and pointed to the empty tea cup. The secretary immediately took the cup to the drinking fountain and connected him with boiling water.

After taking a sip, the man said:

"You're right, none of these three conditions have to be discussed -- and there's no need to talk about them. It's ridiculous, they think he has the advantage, but we have already buried thousands of soldiers in ambushes, and so on. When the self-produced lithography machine comes out, it's time for them to bow their heads."

The secretary also smiled in agreement, and then asked:

"Leader, according to your intention, we will directly reject this note and not talk to them?"

The man shook his head.

"Talk! Why don't you talk about it! Beating the children in rainy days means being idle. Now the comrades below are very nervous at work and are under a lot of pressure. From us, if we can share a little with them, we will share a little more."

"As long as we hold the enemy up in the negotiation, the enemy won't be so quick to doubt our purpose."

"In this way, it can not only buy time for the comrades, but also pave the way for subsequent negotiations."

"Understood."

After the secretary handed over the document and asked the man to sign it, he continued:

"I will arrange the work immediately. I will discuss the follow-up negotiation schedule with you again."

"Okay, let's go."

The man lay back on the rattan chair. At this time, the sun just came in through the window and quietly fell on him.

Looking out the window, the palace stood silently in the evening light of the setting sun, just like the past few hundred years.

It was like the afterglow of an empire.

However, before the man was sad, a sharp whistle sounded.

He stood up, not far away, a group of tall and straight guards were walking by with solid footsteps.

With a touch of red draped over their shoulders, these people resolutely walked towards the fading night.

The man knew that in the early morning soon after, they would reappear, and then splash that smear of red into the scorching sun.