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

Chapter 229 A fire in winter
What news will we have tomorrow? An alien invasion of Earth?

Fang Qingye couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

"Hey Peach, what's going on in your head? Okay, I'm done chatting, I'm busy, bye-bye."

What are you busy with?

"Be a gardener and clean the nursery."

"Wow, those magic scissors in your hand have cut out a lush green world. Every leaf tells a story of the power of life. Burn, Pikachu!"

Whoops.

It's been a long time since I've heard this pretty girl say those cringeworthy lines.

But why does it sound so natural?
The weekend passed by leisurely, and on Monday morning, Fang Qingye was still half asleep in bed when she was suddenly woken up by her phone ringing.

He initially didn't want to answer, but the phone kept ringing, so he had no choice but to reach for his phone and weakly reply, "Who is it?"

"I am glorious. Aoba, have you seen the news? Something terrible has happened!"

"What big event? Aliens invading Earth?"

"Haha." Shi Guangrong laughed on the phone: "Qingye, you're so funny, you're like a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur). Let me tell you! Last night, a fire broke out in the Qingdao Free Trade Zone, and the news is going viral in the market!"

"Oh, I see." Fang Qingye turned over and prepared to go back to sleep.

"Hey, why aren't you excited at all?"

"What's there to be excited about? This isn't a good thing. I just hope no one dies." Fang Qingye muttered, hung up the phone, and went back to sleep.

"Holy crap! This guy actually hung up the phone!" On the other end of the line in Shanghai, Shi Guangrong was stunned.

"He's probably still sleeping. You disturbed his sweet dreams," Jiang Yiling said with a coquettish smile.

"Sleep? How can you sleep after hearing this news? Really." Shi Guangrong muttered.

"Hey, Glory, you said a few days ago that Fang Qingye told you there would be explosive news? Is this the news you're talking about?" Jiang Yiling suddenly remembered something and quickly asked.

"It's possible," Shi Guangrong thought for a moment, but quickly dismissed the idea:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could Fang Qingye have predicted what happened in Qingdao, thousands of miles away? He's not Zhuge Liang, and even Zhuge Liang wouldn't have that ability!"

"Then why wasn't Fang Qingye surprised at all?" Jiang Yiling asked.

"Forget it, I need to open the market now. Cotton futures prices are definitely going to skyrocket today! Haha, I've finally been waiting for this!"

"I've been waiting for so long, today has finally come!"

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, and now my dream has finally come true."

Shi Guangrong danced with joy and couldn't help but sing Andy Lau's songs.

Fang Qingye woke up around 10 a.m., slowly got up, washed up, and went downstairs to eat, while browsing the news on her phone.

Sure enough, the entire cotton futures market was filled with this news.

Fire broke out in Qingdao Free Trade Zone!

Fang Qingye smiled as she read the message.

History continues to move forward along its original trajectory.

Of course, there are all sorts of reasons, but Fang Qingye knows them very well.

When this news broke, an investigation was conducted and the authorities provided an explanation that greatly surprised people.

It turns out he was a complete idiot, but after being caught arson, he turned out to be a psychopath who had nothing to do with anyone!
This explanation is simply unbelievable because it's so unscientific!
Even a layman like Fang Qingye knows that professional warehouses place great emphasis on fire safety. They use explosion-proof lights, have automatic sprinklers, and security guards on duty 24 hours a day. Furthermore, the cotton stored in the warehouse is bundled into very thick bales; it's not something that can be easily lit with a match. How could some lunatic have just burned it down?

The official response to the online criticism has not been provided.

What Fang Qingye didn't expect was that four months later, in May, another fire broke out in the same place, burning tens of thousands of tons of cotton!
That's really too weird.

But this has already put everyone on edge, greatly affecting market expectations!

Fang Qingye opened the futures trading screen and, sure enough, the two main Zhengzhou cotton contracts surged today, hitting the daily limit within just one hour of opening!
OK.

Let's go visit Grandpa's nursery.

Fang Qingye went downstairs and started humming a song.

"I've been waiting for so long, today has finally come!"

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, and now my dream has finally come true."

A fire in the Qingdao bonded zone dealt a heavy blow to the short sellers in the cotton futures market. The long sellers seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. In the ten days before the Spring Festival holiday, they not only recovered all the ground, but the price surged and completely broke through the upper limit of the price range that had been fluctuating for a quarter, reaching 16660 yuan!
Just as people were preparing to celebrate the Spring Festival, a piece of news, though not insignificant, came from the futures market: Guotou Xin'an's investments in the two main Zhengzhou cotton contracts were all wiped out, with 2 billion yuan vanishing into thin air.

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. Zhao Yanjing and his wife Zhang Lan are preparing to return to Yanjing to celebrate the Spring Festival, but neither of them feels any joy in the holiday.

Zhang Lan silently packed her luggage, while Zhao Yanjing sat motionless on the sofa, no longer the spirited man he had been a while ago, looking several years older in an instant.

"Yanjing, let's go, or we'll miss our flight."

Hearing his wife urging him, Zhao Yanjing got up from the sofa, picked up his suitcase, and went downstairs, where a black car was already waiting.

Before getting into the car, Zhao Yanjing looked back at the luxury apartment building where she lived, with a hint of reluctance.

The headquarters in Yanjing has relieved him of his position as deputy general manager of the Shanghai branch and sent him back to Yanjing for leave. His specific work assignment is yet to be determined.

But he knew he could never return to Shanghai.

When the two arrived at Hongqiao Airport and were about to check in with their suitcases, Zhao Yanjing suddenly saw a man in a trench coat walking towards him.

It turned out to be his classmate, Shi Guangrong.

"I heard from Zhang Lan that you are returning to Yanjing today, so I came here specifically to see you off," Shi Guangrong said with a slight smile.

Zhao Yanjing coldly replied, "You're here to laugh at me, aren't you?"

"Yanjing, I absolutely did not mean that. We are old classmates and have known each other for many years. How could I make fun of you? Besides, victory and defeat are common in war. Go back and rest for a while. You will definitely make a comeback."

Hearing Shi Guangrong's words, Zhao Yanjing felt a little better, and his expression softened considerably. He then said, "Oh, I guess I'm just unlucky. Why do you think the bonded zone was set on fire? Without that fire, things definitely wouldn't be like this today!"

What the hell!

Do you really think it was caused by a big fire?

Look at all the money you've invested, yet you still can't completely suppress the bulls. As for the underhanded tactics you've used behind the scenes, do you think others don't know about them?
They actually openly and covertly threatened Lin Guangmao, Ge Weidong, Fu Haitang, and other folk experts to withdraw from their bullish positions!
Are these people afraid of you? Or are they afraid of Guotou Xin'an, the company behind you?
neither!
It's just that your family background is too strong, and people are unwilling to offend you easily.

But will there be a next time?

Shi Guangrong had a complete realization: even without the bonded zone, cotton futures prices would still rise!

It's just a matter of a few days earlier or later.

Zhao Yanjing, if you don't learn from your mistakes, you'll stumble again in the future!
However, since we're here to say goodbye, we can't talk about things that might upset people.

"Hey, Glory, is your friend Fang Qingye still holding positions?" Zhao Yanjing asked, as if he had just thought of something.

(End of this chapter)