Chapter 74 Christmas Battle (6)

  Using the psychology of the RB consortium eager to get out of positions, gradually throwing out a large number of short orders, and suppressing the Nikkei index step by step, it is Jim's strategy that he has figured out the opponent's psychology.

   When the market has almost absorbed it, then violently throw out large empty orders, destroying the confidence of the bulls in one fell swoop, and then affecting the performance of the RB market, so as to achieve their own goals.

  Jim and his team performed well, fully reflecting the professionalism and timing of an excellent trader. The RB stock market, which was in full swing, was smashed down by them abruptly.

  So far, they have spent about three billion U.S. dollars in funds, and they still have close to more than three billion U.S. dollars in their hands. They plan to continue smashing the market in the next week, thereby creating an inflection point in the RB stock market trend.

  Jim and his team, who had completed the staged goals, couldn't wait to fly back to their respective countries when Christmas came to celebrate with their families.

   It's just that their celebration came a little early.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  The knock on the door kept ringing, disturbing the drowsy Jim. He kicked his feet suddenly and muttered, "Which guy is it, who disturbed people's sleep early in the morning!"

   There was a rumbling sound, followed by a woman's scream, and Jim woke up a little from sleepiness. He looked up and found a RB woman with disheveled hair lying on the ground, staring at him angrily.

   "What's the matter with you?" Jim was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed again. It turned out that his kick just now just kicked the woman under the bed. He was about to stretch out his arm to support him, but he unexpectedly disturbed another woman beside him. The woman who heard him snorted softly, as if dissatisfied with his actions, and then found a more comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep again go.

   "What the **** happened last night?" Jim shook his head, thinking desperately, but couldn't remember. He looked around and saw mahjong tiles all over the floor, random piles of clothes, and a few beer bottles, some of which had been broken into pieces, and there was a rotten smell in the air.

  The knock on the door continued to ring, making Jim's head ache. "Go and open the door." After that, he slammed his head on the pillow again, and the feeling of hangover made him want to die.

  The woman on the ground muttered dissatisfiedly, but didn't know what to say. She got up, and walked reluctantly towards the door, full of resentment for Jim.

  The door opened, and it was an anxious Maxim who was waiting outside. He didn't expect that the person who opened the door turned out to be a beautiful girl. Before he could appreciate it, he rushed into the room with a stride, and shouted loudly: "Jim, it's not good, RB's stock market..."

  The voice stopped abruptly.

   What appeared in front of Maxim was a luxurious big bed, Jim was lying on it, and beside him lay a blonde girl.

  The originally tidy room felt as if it had experienced an earthquake at this time. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Maxim carefully avoided the debris on the ground, for fear of scratching his feet accidentally.

  The scene in front of him surprised Maxim, and then he felt envious. He hadn't played this kind of multiplayer game before. He swallowed subconsciously, his eyes couldn't help scanning the Yanmar's body, and even his breathing became a little short.

  The girl who opened the door closed the door again, no matter who came, just sat down on the sofa calmly, lit a cigarette with a "snap", and began to puff.

  Maxim noticed the black-haired RB woman only now, and saw that she was exhaling smoke rings with an unhappy face. After seeing Maxim's gaze, he deliberately gave him a look.

"Hey, Mark, are you interested in joining our party?" When Jim was half asleep, he saw Maxim rushing in, and he saw everything that followed. He was not at all unhappy, but faintly A little excited for a while, this kind of multiplayer game will only make him feel more exciting.

  Hearing Jim's words, Maxim suddenly calmed down, and then he remembered the purpose of coming here, and he had no intention of taking another look at the beautiful girl. "Jim, it's not good, the RB stock market opened higher today, and the momentum is very strong."

   "What?" Hearing Maxim's words, Jim immediately woke up, no longer sleepy, and immediately jumped down, without the slightest thought of pity. "how can that be!"

   "Yes, what should we do now?" Maxim turned a blind eye to Jim's actions and slightly avoided his eyes.

  Jim on this side has stood up, hurriedly putting clothes on his body.

"What's the situation? Tell me slowly!" Jim stopped, snatched the cigarette case from the RB woman's hand, and smoked one tremblingly. calm down.

"Forty thousand points!" Maxim had only one sentence, and Jim's calm mind immediately plunged into chaos again. As soon as his hand trembled, the cigarette fell to the ground, and burned the gorgeous and exquisite carpet to the size of a fingernail. black hole.

   "Technical rebound revenge?" A thought appeared in the minds of Jim and Maxim at the same time.

  Technical rebound means that when the stock price falls, many people want to buy the bottom and buy frantically, which causes the stock price to rise again. However, this kind of situation happened in the RB stock market with a huge market capitalization. It can only explain one thing, that is, there are a lot of bullish people in the future, and these forces can even leverage the world's largest market capitalization.

"Come back now, no, call everyone back immediately, no, report the news to the US first." Jim panicked for a while, and kept giving orders to Maxim, but his speech was already a bit incoherent, which made Maxim uncomfortable. Know which one to listen to at the moment.

   "Money! money!" Just as Jim was fully dressed and was about to leave quickly with Maxim, the RB woman who had been watching coldly said in broken English.

   "Take it!" Jim took out a dozen thick yen from his wallet, and without counting the amount, he spilled it on the ground, and then slammed the door together with Maxim without looking back.

As Maxim saw it, the Nikkei index pulled out a long green line (yang line, because the color of China is exactly opposite to that of other countries) as soon as it opened on Christmas Day, and then the index rose all the way, showing Showing an unstoppable posture, it once rushed to 38,466 points in the intraday market, and stayed at 38,423 points at the end of the market. On Christmas Day, it skyrocketed by 383 points, or as high as 1.01%.

Don’t underestimate this percentage point, because the RB stock market has a large base, so such an inconspicuous percentage point is an increase of more than 300 points. Putting it in the Singapore futures market, it means that each short contract loses about more than 1,000 US dollars. For the 200,000 contracts held by Jim, the loss is more than 200 million US dollars.

  All the hard work of the previous week was in vain, and all the paper profits were wiped out.

  Jim and Maxim just watched the Nikkei rise so coldly, they were powerless, there was nothing they could do. What made them panic even more was that this momentum showed no sign of stopping at all. Even brokers in brokerage houses were happily discussing whether the Nikkei would break through 40,000 points in the last few days of 1989 historical juncture.

  The two of them were in the cold streets of Tokyo, and they felt waves of despair in their hearts.

  The market in Singapore is closed today, but it is conceivable that when the market opens tomorrow, it will definitely follow the trend of today's Nikkei, and their losses will definitely not exceed this amount.

  The most terrifying thing is not this loss, and their holdings far exceed the scope of being able to turn around flexibly. If an account has only a few thousand lots, it is easy to stop the loss and leave the market under such circumstances, but they have a full 40% of the short positions in the market, and it is absolutely impossible to clear them all at once.

"what?"

  Jim called the United States to ask for instructions on what to do next. It was just past four o'clock in the morning in the United States at this time, and Jim couldn't care less about angering the people on the phone. He wanted a clear operation plan for the current situation.

   Who knew that the first sentence the person on the phone said made him yell out of composure.

   "Add positions, continue to short!"

  A cold voice on the phone instructed, the tone was full of dissatisfaction, and he didn't know whether it was because Jim woke up his dream or dissatisfaction with the rise of the RB market.

   "Is the world crazy?"

  Jim put away the phone and looked helplessly at Maxim who was also stunned beside him, hoping to find an answer from him.

  According to their previous discussions, gradually reduce the amount of positions in their hands, and do more appropriately, so as to reduce the risk. But they can't help it.

  Why are people on the phone so confident that they don't care about losing dollars every moment? they do not know. All they know is that if it was their own money, they would turn around and go long immediately. (I hope that all book friends can continue to support, thank you very much!)

  (end of this chapter)