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

Chapter 360, 359: "Now that Fang Qingye has come to Huijing, I'm going to meet him."

"This is a common trick used by market manipulators and speculators. They pay so-called star experts to publish articles and opinions. At first glance, they seem to be supported by data and are very rigorous, but in reality, they selectively quote data. Their purpose is to make small investors chase the high prices so that they can make them retreat!"

"This method may not be very clever, but there are always people who believe in it, and I guess it will be the same this time."

After hearing Fang Qingye's words, Shi Guangrong paused for a few seconds on the other end of the phone before replying: "Then do you think I need to have someone check their position changes again?"

"No need, let's retreat too. They might have already started running!" Fang Qingye pondered for a moment before replying.
"Of course, we can't rush this time. We need to take it slow so they won't say we're unethical."

"Okay. Should we short them at the same time?"

"Of course!"

After finishing the call with Shi Guangrong, Fang Qingye didn't rush to leave. Instead, she opened the futures market and carefully checked today's RU1107 contract. Sure enough, today's trading volume was much larger than the previous two days, but the contract price did not rise very quickly.

It's obvious that someone is taking this opportunity to unload their shares!

Fang Qingye watched as large sell orders appeared on the trading screen from time to time, and sneered inwardly.

Unlike last time, when I dumped 10,000 lots at once and caused a sudden drop to the daily limit, I would place orders in hundreds of lots at a time.

Instead of rushing, Fang Qingye parked the car and went into the restaurant in the service area, where they sold coffee—the instant kind.

He ordered a drink, found a quiet corner to sit down, and started monitoring the stock market on his phone.

This time, we can't rush things; we need to be meticulous. Fang Qingye watched the market while drinking coffee. Around noon, she got hungry and ordered a boxed lunch. She originally wanted to continue her journey, but perhaps because she had been watching the market all morning, Fang Qingye felt dizzy and a little sleepy, so she went back to the car and dozed off for a while.

When I woke up, I saw that it was 1 p.m., and there was still half an hour before the afternoon opening time. I couldn't get to Huijing, so I continued to rest in the service area until 2:40 p.m. before I sold all 10,000 shares.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, I didn't forget to short sell. I used Xu Yunyun's account to sell 5000 lots of RU1107 contracts at a price of 43000 yuan/ton. I would buy them back to close the position when the price dropped to my target price, and that would be the end of the transaction.

OK!

Keep going!

After doing all this, Fang Qingye felt refreshed and started humming along to the CD while driving.

This time it's Phoenix Legend's "Lotus Pond Moonlight".

Cut a piece of time and let it flow slowly

It flowed into the moonlight and rippled gently.
Fang Qingye felt that it wasn't as catchy as the song "The Wind Comes from the Grassland" that they had just heard.

Just then, the phone rang again. Fang Qingye thought it was Shi Guangrong calling, but when she saw it was Xia He, she answered it.

"Qingye, are you home? I'll be right back." Xiahe's sweet voice came through the earphone.

Fang Qingye knew that the home Xia He mentioned was her house in the Huijing Golden Finished Products Community.

So he smiled and replied, "I'm still on my way; I haven't arrived in Huijing yet."

"Huh? You've been walking since morning until 3 pm and you still haven't reached Huijing?!" Xia He was very surprised.

"I found a service area and operated my futures account."

Xia He knew, of course, that he was hyping up Shanghai rubber futures, so she said, "Okay, I'll wait until you get back so we can have dinner. This time I'll make your favorite stir-fried pork with ginger!"

"Okay, make a lot." Fang Qingye thought of the boxed lunches she ate at the service area, which were both unpalatable and expensive, and couldn't help but swallow.

When Fang Qingye drove to Xia He's house in Huijing, it was already 4:30 pm. As expected, Xia He was home, wearing pajamas and an apron, cooking in the kitchen.

"Making food so early?"

"Let's finish eating quickly so we can go play badminton," Xia He said.

Yeah.

Since Xia He was transferred from Nanxin, Fang Qingye has played badminton much less often. She hasn't touched a racket in almost a month, so it's good for her to get some exercise.

"I'll help." Fang Qingye washed her hands and was about to pick vegetables, but Xia He refused.

"No need, don't cause trouble! Go watch TV or go online!"

Fang Qingye didn't start working, but she didn't leave the kitchen either, watching Xia He work and chatting with her. "Qingye, is the Shanghai rubber futures clearance sale over?" Xia He asked casually.

"Yes, I made about 13 billion," Fang Qingye replied.

Xia He was used to hearing about people making hundreds of millions or billions so easily, and it didn't surprise her anymore.

"Have you found the mastermind behind this?" Xia He suddenly asked, as if something had occurred to her.

Xia He had heard Fang Qingye talk about his experiences with Shanghai rubber futures trading, but she wasn't familiar with the futures trading market and couldn't offer much help.

"No, but as long as you play in the futures market, you'll find him sooner or later. Lin Guangmao and the others hate him even more than I do," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

Lin Guangmao and his team suffered huge losses in Zhengzhou cotton futures. They originally wanted to make a comeback in Shanghai rubber futures, but this guy almost ruined their plans. How could they not be angry?
Dinner was served around 5:30 p.m.: stir-fried pork with ginger, catfish in white sauce, stir-fried vegetables, soup, and a bowl of white rice. The two of them ate with great relish.

Xia He's phone rang as she was eating. She glanced at it and said, "It's Tian Qian calling." She then picked up the phone and answered.

"Going shopping tonight? No way, I want to play badminton."

"He Fang Qingye."

"okay bye!"

"Tian Qian asked you to go shopping with her?" Fang Qingye asked after Xia He hung up the phone.
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"Yes, but I don't want to go. Shopping is nothing compared to playing badminton with you," Xia He said with a smile.

In Qiao Yongfeng's villa in the Huijing Yiyunxi Valley villa area, Tian Qian tossed her phone aside and muttered to herself, somewhat bored.

"Oh, Ya Jing is busy, and Xia He is playing badminton with Fang Qingye. No one will go shopping with me tonight. I'm so depressed. Oh well, I'll go see Hao Hao instead."

Hao Hao is the son of Qiao Yongfeng and Tian Qian, and his name is Qiao Haoyu.

Qiao Yongfeng got married late, and now he is in his early forties with a four-year-old child who is in kindergarten. Since starting kindergarten, he has been living with his child's grandparents.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao doted on their grandson so much that Tian Qian didn't need to take care of him at all, which allowed Tian Qian to have a lot of free time.

Qiao Yongfeng was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone while waiting for the nanny to cook. Hearing his wife's words, he looked up and asked, "Fang Qingye has come to Huijing?"

"Xia He said they just arrived."

"This guy was in Shanghai for a while, speculating on rubber futures and ran into some trouble. He was invited in for tea by the China Securities Regulatory Commission," Qiao Yongfeng said with a smile.

"Huh? What happened? I didn't hear Xia He mention it?" Tian Qian was surprised.

"It's nothing serious. I heard someone stabbed me in the back."

"Who is it that dares to oppose Fang Qingye?" Tian Qian asked.

Qiao Yongfeng laughed.

"Look at what you're saying. Very few people know about Fang Qingye's background. In other people's eyes, he's just a nouveau riche. Besides, the futures market is a bloodbath, full of underhanded tricks."

"What exactly happened?" Tian Qian asked curiously.

Qiao Yongfeng briefly told his wife about the series of troubles caused by the article published on Sina Finance Channel.

Tian Qian knew that although her husband was in the international trade business, he sometimes needed to use the futures market for hedging, so she was very interested in news in this area.

After hearing his words, Tian Qian asked again, "Then who did it? Have Fang Qingye and the others found out?"

"It seems like there isn't one."

"This person is amazing. No matter how much the big shots in the futures market investigate, they can't find him," Tian Qian exclaimed.

"They didn't have any clever tricks. They couldn't find that reporter surnamed Ding, so they could only secretly investigate the changes in the positions of some major players and institutions in the Shanghai rubber market, which is no easy task."

“Shanghai rubber is not like Zhengzhou cotton; it has a much larger market capitalization and involves more institutions and large investors who participate in speculation. These are distributed across dozens of futures companies nationwide, and changes in their positions are strictly confidential. Even if you have someone inside, you can't have one at every futures company, right? So it's very time-consuming and labor-intensive.”

Hearing her husband say that, Tian Qian nodded.

“Now that Fang Qingye has come to Huijing, I’m going to meet him,” Qiao Yongfeng suddenly said.

(End of this chapter)