American Fortune Life

“Bang-bang--”

“As we all attended last night, individual tasks will no longer be repeated, and... Five minutes into the market, remember, before 11: 30, our mission is to crack down on the gold futures price due next February, this time with £2 billion, 10 times the leverage, the risk is not so great, I'm sure you all know the boss's generosity, if you can go on a warm beach holiday this winter, the beauty surrounds, it's up to you. ”

London at the end of December, despite the festive atmosphere, the cold rain was always so annoying that the doors of the London branch of Free City Investment Corporation in a building on Financial Street were closed, and in a spacious hall, a team of 20 people, urgently redeployed back from Germany and Ireland, were preparing themselves to stare at the computer screen in front of them.

Chelsea Angel, the manager of the London division, looked down and said coldly, “Let's go! ”

“Ha, ha, ha.”

Andy opened some blurry sleeping eyes, struck an arrears, some stared at the ceiling, awoke, and looked at the two people who were strangling themselves tightly on the left and right sides and shrunk into their arms.

Looking at Tory Blake, who was still wearing a Christmas hat, and Lulana, who had a little deer patch on her head, she couldn't help but smile softly, and was extremely satisfied with her little assistant's style.

The Great Demon Wars, the Santa Claus warrior on the moose!

Last night I made black tea and went back to Tory in the office. When I saw that there was no one in the office, I locked the door. After I turned off the main light, I pushed the door into the lounge, put the black tea in, heard the water flow in the bathroom. At first glance at the lounge, there was no shadow of anyone. Naturally, I guessed that in some red-eyed jealous Tory Black, of course I would not let Lulana this little Birch get too tall.

The little assistant who took out the Christmas costumes and headwear became the little moose with the red nose when Lurana protested ineffectively, while Tory was transformed into a Christmas warrior with only a Christmas hat and a red bikini.

Andy is naturally the Great Terror King, and this is also Andy's unchanged image in the little assistant role play game.

Later, to be honest, Andy was also a little upset. After all, he was not Superman, although he was very tall, but he would also be tired, but it was good that after a night of deep sleep, his strength recovered by seven, seven, eight, eight, and at least tonight on Christmas Eve it was no big deal to settle Ivana's return from London. After all, in the face of little Ivana, he had to honestly pay the public grain.

If it turns out that there's no food reserves in the grain bin, Nima, Andy can't cry anywhere. You know, Ivana, the ocean horse, is also a bad enough character to eat.

Andy sat up and smashed his mouth, although he wanted to jump on it again, but watching the clock, it wasn't long before the golden war of America left, and he needed to hurry to sit in town and watch the last half hour of the battlefield of London.

Without hesitation, he stood up from the wound and put the quilt back on the covers of the two fairies, crossed Lulana, landed on the floor, went to the front of the wardrobe, took out a set of new clothes, threw them on the couch next to him, walked straight into the bathroom and began to rinse the marks on his body.

After changing clothes, Andy did not take any longer, walked out of the lounge, closed the door, turned off the lights for the night, unlocked the office door, looked at the time, walked out of the office and saw one of his bodyguards sitting on the couch in the lounge area, slightly tired.

“Thank you for your hard work, Jesse. Get some rest. I'll go downstairs to the conference room. ”

“Nothing, boss. Boss Kenny will come back later to replace me.” Jesse shook his head and immediately stood up from the couch, walking ahead and helping Andy open the door and press the elevator.

Andy said nothing more. After all, his security had his own mission, he would never interfere, and he was reassured to give his safety to the people he was raising.

Pushing through the door of the conference room, there was a bit of smoke, there were many coffee cups on the table, and all kinds of food, and several of my men were watching the London office in real time against the projection screen that was dropping from the podium, listening to all the news coming from London.

Seeing Andy come in, he just turned back and called the boss, and each glanced at the laptop and the big screen in front of him, a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, and a cigarette in his mouth, and graciously sent Andy a cup of coffee, whispering about the situation.

Shortly afterwards, a pair of freshly awake and slightly hasty Budstones pushed the door in, choking on the air in the conference room a few times, Andy said hello, frowned at the window, opened the ventilation window, and a few of the people who were smoking were a little embarrassed to strangle the cigarette.

“Nothing, just open a window.” Andy smiled and waved. After all, they all started working at 2: 00 or 3: 00 in the morning. Besides, if you don't smoke or drink, do you live to get the numbers?

“Boss, Gold futures prices are now down to $810 per ounce next February because of the fall in the dollar exchange rate over the next few days due to Christmas holiday holidays, investor profitability throwback and other factors, coupled with multiple trays, that's all we can do. ”

Andy and Budstone looked at the image of Chelsea, the head of London, on the big screen, and when they heard his report, nodded, Andy was still quite satisfied with the effect of this repression, saying: “In half an hour, then get rid of the blank slip, while opening up two-way options, buying more, controlling the rhythm, making the last strike of the blank, making more dishes! ”

To be honest, this kind of right and left struggle, because there is a delay in trading time, which requires the players to have a lot of skill and experience, throw themselves away to buy, so that the price is not too shocking, in order not to let wind funds form the scale, choosing the half hour before closing the market is also the best time period.

Fortunately, Andy had enough money to swap left and right, leveraging more than £3 billion and ten times more, to stir up the London Gold Futures Market on Christmas Eve, December 24, which had only half a day of trading time, making London traders who thought they would be trading lightly because of the holiday market.

The scene of multiple empty fights was quite harsh, especially in the half-hour leading up to the closing of the market, hundreds of millions of billions of orders were thrown away, the orders were dropped directly in seconds, through various numbers displayed, first-hand experiences, watching the last wild battle of many empty spaces, and all traders in the London Gold Futures Hall watched the constant alternation of trading numbers and jumping price expressions stir and excitement.

Tingling bell--

After the clock in the trading hall skipped 12 o'clock, the bell rang off the market, and everyone looked at the large digital screen rated, inevitably breathing out, protecting the gold futures plate.

But these unknown skinheads also retreated, not just from the whole body...

“Boss, we made around £110 million in profits, but we had to wait until the 27th to get there. We leveraged 10 times, and although we reached £20 billion, we pushed prices to around $5 billion. Buying options sucked up a total of £9 billion, and there was a lot of power in the market, and even with the fastest pace of manoeuvring, we were left with over $10 billion in chips from other forces. ”

Andy had a happy smile on his face and laughed at Chelsea on the big screen and those behind him, clapping at each other from time to time: “I'm satisfied, you guys can pack up for the holidays. Merry Christmas! But your bonus will have to wait until after Christmas... ”

“Long live the boss! ”

“Merry Christmas, boss... ”

“Merry Christmas! ”

The video was interrupted by cheers from those excited and excited people in London, Andy had a cheerful smile on his face, his right hand patted on the table, and he stood up from the boss's chair, looking around the room for a week, and those people who had already begun to see the green light laughed: “The Battle of London is over. Next, it's up to you! ”