I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 226 Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge; let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines over the great river.

In another villa in Shanghai, a middle-aged man stared at his cell phone lying on the coffee table, lost in thought.

He was Ye Qingjun, and sitting next to him was a man of similar age, his confidant Chen Jiahe.

Chen Jiahe is a disabled person who has been working with Ye Qingjun. He has gained some fame in the futures trading world, possessing a broad perspective and relatively accurate predictions. He is known as the "Little Zhuge Liang" of today.

Ye Qingjun's strategist chose the timing for every major battle in the futures market.

Seeing Ye Qingjun hang up the phone, Chen Jiahe asked, "Qingjun, is Zhao Yanjing going to short Zhengzhou Cotton?"

"Yes, actually I don't care who Fang Qingye is, I care about Zhao Yanjing's attitude. Although he didn't say it on the phone, I felt that he was going to short cotton futures!"

"Then what do we do? Our original plan was to do more," Chen Jiahe asked.

Ye Qingjun did not answer, but instead asked, "What do you mean?"

Chen Jiahe didn't hesitate: "From a technical and timing perspective, I stick to my own opinion and go long."

“But there’s more to it than just these things when it comes to futures trading.” Ye Qingjun lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and fell into deep thought.

"I know you're considering Zhao Yanjing's attitude. Doing more would be tantamount to going against him, and you're afraid of offending him," Chen Jiahe replied calmly.

"Can't you be a little less direct? If word gets out, people will think that I, Ye the tycoon, am so cowardly and afraid of trouble." Ye Qingjun said with a wry smile.

“People who are timid can live a long life, and the same is true in the futures market,” Chen Jiahe said with a smile.

"Haha." Ye Qingjun laughed.

"Then let's not make that money, let's just watch the show."

Fang Qingye returned to Nanxin in the afternoon.

Fang Qingye wasn't too worried about the information Zhao Yanjing had given him or his intention to short the stock, because there were some things he hadn't told Shi Guangrong.

In 2010, the domestic economic environment was overheated, and terms like "garlic you're ruthless," "soybean you're playing," and "ginger you're a general" were invented at this time. The cotton market was no exception.

Of the four basic necessities of life—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—clothing comes first. Furthermore, cotton is a strategic resource, and in the military field, it's a fundamental raw material for gunpowder. If cotton prices fluctuate, the cost of living for the entire nation will rise, leading to widespread inflation.

At the time, it was rumored that this force mainly consisted of private capital from Wenzhou, but those who truly understood the situation did not believe so.

The domestic cotton market produces at least 6 million tons annually and consumes tens of millions of tons. Ten years ago, the price of each ton of cotton was roughly 14,000-17,000 RMB. How could Wenzhou speculative capital, known for its real estate speculation, coordinate so effectively to attack such a large market? How could they gather such a massive amount of capital and use various means to simultaneously attack both the spot and futures markets?
Moreover, judging from the operation methods: at the beginning, there was no disturbance, and they quietly accumulated goods. Then they made small, slow advances, created hot topics to manipulate public expectations, and then suddenly exploded and became uncontrollable. There is definitely international capital involved in the speculation.

Therefore, Zhao Yanjing's funds entering the market may affect cotton futures prices for a certain period, but they cannot change the overall upward trend of cotton futures prices.

just wait.

Upon returning to Nanxin, Fang Qingye began to gradually build positions. He chose the Zhengzhou Cotton futures contracts CF1005 and CF1007, which are currently the main contracts with very active trading and prices fluctuating within a range of 16000 to 16500 yuan.

Fang Qingye was well aware that both the bulls and bears were accumulating positions and stock, and a major battle was imminent.

Today is January 22nd, which is the Laba Festival in the lunar calendar. On this day, many families in Nanxin eat Laba porridge, and Fang Qingye's family is no exception. However, her parents don't have time to make it, so her grandmother makes it. Fang Qingye takes some back in a thermos for her family to try.

Grandma's Laba porridge contains a variety of ingredients such as glutinous rice, dates, lotus seeds, sorghum rice, raisins, sunflower seeds, and wheat grains. It is simmered over low heat, and the aroma is irresistible when it comes out of the pot.

Fang Qingye loved to eat. She scooped up a big bowl and sat down at the small table in the makeshift house to eat with relish when her phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw that it was Shi Guangrong calling, so she answered it without thinking.

"Glory, happy Laba porridge!" Fang Qingye said to her phone while eating.

"Sigh, I'm not happy at all." Shi Guangrong sighed on the other end of the phone: "Have you checked the major financial websites today?"

"No, I'm busy at the nursery. Any news?"

"Okay, I'll read it to you."

“The Securities Times’ article, ‘my country’s cotton reserves are sufficient, and enterprises need not worry,’ the 21st Century Business Herald’s article, ‘my country plans to import 50 tons of cotton,’ and the Economic Observer’s article, ‘Although our cotton planting area has decreased, the international cotton planting area is on the rise.’” “Huh? They’re all bearish?” Fang Qingye said.

"Yes, the wind has changed."

"What's there to worry about? Media hype has always been a tacitly understood trick. If someone wants to short the market, how can we silence them?"

"I estimate that cotton futures will plummet after the market opens this afternoon."

"Let them fall, let them fall." In Jin Yong's "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", there is a unique skill called the Nine Yang Manual. The mantra is: "Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain; let him be fierce, the bright moon still shines on the great river."

"You still have the leisure to joke around?"

"Don't worry, the sky won't fall. Okay, I'm going to stop chatting now. I'm eating, and after I finish, I'm going to bring my parents some Laba porridge while it's still hot. Bye-bye."

Fang Qingye hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

"What did Fang Qingye say on the phone?" Jiang Yiling asked the other party at Shen Shiguangrong's home.

"What did you say? He said he's eating Laba porridge, don't disturb him!" Shi Guangrong replied irritably.

"Hehe. This Fang Qingye is quite interesting." Jiang Yiling laughed; "Guangrong, don't even think about it, try my Laba porridge too!"

After saying that, Jiang Yiling happily brought a bowl of steaming hot porridge from the kitchen.

Shi Guangrong shook his head, banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and picked up the small spoon.

"Hmm, it tastes good. Where did you learn to make it?"

"Online, there are people on Weibo teaching how to cook porridge now."

"Huh? Someone has nothing better to do than write this?" Shi Guangrong scoffed.

"You don't understand, this is what life is all about. This blogger has a lot of clicks."

The futures market opened on time at 2 p.m., and as Shi Guangrong had predicted, it plummeted as soon as it opened, breaking through the bottom of the 16000-16500 range that had been in place for almost two months, with the transaction price dropping to 15950 yuan!
"It's disfigured." Shi Guangrong sighed as he looked at the intraday candlestick chart.

It's like a beautiful young woman who suddenly gets a cut on her face.

"Should I call Fang Qingye or send her a QQ message?" Shi Guangrong pondered, looking at the computer screen, but ultimately suppressed his impulse.

Jiang Yiling stood next to him, watching him take out his phone, open his contacts, and then silently put it back in his pocket.

"Yi Ling".

"Ok?"

"I've found myself becoming increasingly impatient. I get extremely nervous at the slightest thing, completely unlike the calm and composed I was when I was trading orchids or futures a couple of years ago."

In front of his girlfriend, Shi Guangrong did not hide his inner secrets.

"That's because Wang Hong's betrayal had a great impact on you, and also because of Fang Qingye; his appearance shook your confidence," Jiang Yiling said gently.

"Yes." Shi Guangrong sighed softly.

"Okay, stop thinking about it. Anyway, I think you're the best." Jiang Yiling said, gently hugging him from behind.

"How about I go fishing with you?"

"Let's go fishing! I'm not even going to watch the stock market anymore!" Shi Guangrong said, closing his laptop and suddenly standing up.

(End of this chapter)