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

Chapter 253, Section 252: "A big forest has all kinds of birds."

Fang Qingye frowned and looked at him.

She's a bit older than me, around thirty, which is considered relatively young.

"Lin Guangmao." The man extended his right hand.

Ha. The guy known as "Western Madman," judging from his somewhat unruly appearance, does indeed give off a wild vibe.

Fang Qingye remained calm and shook hands with him.

"Mr. Fang, what are your plans for cotton futures in the second half of the year?" Lin Guangmao suddenly asked.

"I'll rest for a while," Fang Qingye said with a faint smile.

Lin Guangmao smiled and suddenly addressed the crowd: "Everyone here today is a futures trader, and most of you are trading expired cotton. I, Lin Guangmao, want to tell you all: I will continue to go long in the second half of the year!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

It wasn't about whether his bullish stance was correct—everyone present had their own agenda—but rather that he had actually revealed his strategy in public!
Shi Guangrong, who was not far from Fang Qingye, stared at him as if he were a fool.
Fang Qingye wasn't too surprised. After having a drink with the other person, she stood quietly to the side. At this moment, Shi Guangrong walked over and whispered:
"I never expected Lin Guangmao to be so arrogant."

"A big forest has all kinds of birds," Fang Qingye replied casually.

Lin Guangmao was indeed very arrogant, and historically he was known as the "Madman of the West" in the futures industry.

But his reputation was well-deserved; he made a fortune during the cotton market boom of 2010 and later fought a major battle with Ye Qingjun, emerging victorious.

At this point, he became even more arrogant. He not only said this in this setting, but also publicly disclosed his trading strategy on his blog, and even revealed his holdings and costs!
As a result, Ye Qingjun seized the opportunity and mobilized funds to strangle Lin Guangmao, which led to his failure in cotton futures in the first half of 2011, ultimately resulting in a huge loss of 7 million yuan and his exit from the market.

However, it is still the first half of 2010, so it seems that the two have a good relationship.

None of this mattered to Fang Qingye; she was just accompanying Shi Guangrong to watch the excitement.

Shi Guangrong knew many people in Shanghai and often chatted and laughed with them.

Fang Qingye wasn't a very sociable person, so she sat on the sofa to rest and slowly savored her wine.

Anyway, a cocktail can last half a day, so there's no worry about getting drunk in a few bites.

Feeling a bit bored, he suddenly noticed a woman.

She looked to be in her early thirties, with short hair, wearing a knitted sweater and a white long skirt. She was holding a wine glass and chatting animatedly with Ge Weidong, her every smile and gesture exuding charm.

The woman seemed to notice Fang Qingye looking at her, whispered a few words to Ge Weidong, then walked over to him with her wine glass and sat on the sofa next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, my name is Zhu Yi."

Zhu Yi?!

Fang Qing had also heard of this person's name.

Of course, not this life, but before my rebirth.

Known as the "goddess" of the futures industry, she entered the futures market in 2007 and grew her initial capital of 5 yuan to 8 million yuan in just over two years! She also made a fortune in this year's cotton futures war.

Fang Qingye had only heard of this woman's name, but had never met her in person.

He looks younger than I expected.

"Hello, Ms. Zhu," Fang Qingye replied politely.

"I've heard your name before, but I've never met you in person. I'm so glad to finally meet you today." Zhu Yi spoke quickly and then looked at Fang Qingye: "You're younger and more handsome than I imagined."

"Thank you," Fang Qingye said with a smile. "Miss Zhu, you are younger and more beautiful than I imagined."

"What, you've heard of me too?"

"Yes, to go from a cost of 50,000 to 80 million in one go, I admire you."

"Huh? I didn't expect you to know me so well?" Zhu Yi's expression turned to surprise, but she quickly regained her initial smile: "Then we're friends. Come on, let's celebrate." She then raised her glass.

The two touched lips, took a small sip, and Zhu Yi asked again, "Mr. Fang, I heard you're not in Shanghai?"

“Yes, I’m from my hometown, Nanxin, which belongs to Jinghai City,” Fang Qingye answered truthfully.

"I've climbed Langshan Mountain in Jinghai City. Is it far from your Nanxin?" Zhu Yi asked. "Not far, less than an hour's drive."

"Oh, then Nanxin isn't that far from Shanghai."

"Yes, it took more than two hours."

"That's pretty close."

After chatting for a while, Zhu Yi suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Fang, did you know Ye Qingjun and the others before?"

Fang Qingye smiled and said, "I really don't know him. Shi Guangrong brought me here today."

“I rarely attend gatherings like this,” Zhu Yi said.

"Really? You're in Shanghai, so it should be very convenient for you," Fang Qingye said.

Zhu Yi glanced at the guests chatting and laughing at the party and said, "Most of the guests are men. Men like to get together, drink, and brag."

Ah.
Fang Qingye was amused by Zhu Yi's words.

That seems quite direct.

"That Lin Guangmao from earlier, hmph."

Zhu Yi looked disdainful but didn't finish her sentence. Fang Qingye naturally didn't press the matter, as the two weren't familiar with each other.

“I really admire Brother Ge here, that is, Ge Weidong,” Zhu Yi added.

"why?"

“Because their focus isn’t just on this small piece of land in China, where they fight amongst themselves,” Zhu Yi said. “I just chatted with him for a while, and he’s planning to go abroad to trade futures and make money off foreigners.”

Zhu Yi is right.

Ge Weidong was relatively low-key among these people, but he was very bold in his work style. He made a fortune trading copper futures and options on the New York Mercantile Exchange.

Of course, this will happen in a few years.

"Mr. Fang, are you planning to go abroad to trade futures?" Zhu Yi suddenly asked again.

"Me? I haven't made much money yet. Maybe I'll go when I have enough capital." Fang Qingye's words were ambiguous.

“Great! If we’re going to trade futures abroad, let’s do it together,” Zhu Yi invited.

“Sure,” Fang Qingye replied casually.

Anyway, it was just a casual remark, and nobody will take it seriously.

Zhu Yi then asked for his phone number and QQ number, and after clinking glasses, she left.

Not long after Zhu Yi left, Shi Guangrong came over with a wine glass and plopped down next to Fang Qingye, a knowing look on his face.

"Qingye, you were chatting quite happily with the beautiful Zhu just now. She's known as the goddess of the futures market, and it's rare to see her chatting like that with a young man."

goddess?

She's passable, but with the halo of futures trading and being a moderately wealthy woman, calling her a goddess isn't too outrageous.

"Is Zhu Yi single?" Fang Qingye was unaware of this, and there was no mention of Zhu Yi's private life online.

"Young man, who's still unmarried?"

“Okay, okay, you go if you want to,” Fang Qingye said.

"Sigh, if I didn't already have Yiling, I really would have thought that way," Shi Guangrong said, watching Zhu Yi's retreating figure.

"Heh, if Sister Yiling hears this, she'll make you kneel on a washboard!"

"Haha, just kidding." Shi Guangrong chuckled, then suddenly changed the subject: "Qingye, after hearing so much today, what are your thoughts on cotton futures for the second half of the year?"

(End of this chapter)