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

Chapter 462 461 Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.

Ye Qingjun and the others remained silent, but a fat man next to them snorted coldly in a sarcastic tone.

"Fang Qingye said to take profits while he's ahead? He's just a big player; anyone who doesn't know him would think he's from the China Securities Regulatory Commission giving some kind of window guidance."

The speaker was Zhu Dahu, a big player who also speculated on soybean meal futures. He had been getting close to Tian Hao and Lin Guangmao this time, and of course, he made a lot of money.

He was the one who initiated the dinner party today.

“Exactly.” Another man, as thin as a stick and wearing glasses, named Zhang Guangyao, chimed in, “I heard you guys say Fang Qingye didn’t fry soybean meal, right? He’s just jealous because he sees Guangmao making money! He’s green with envy!”

Tian Hao, who was sitting at the head of the table, put down his wine glass and smiled slightly: "Actually, I know what Fang Qingye is worried about?"

"worry about what?"

"Isn't it just that someone jumped off a building and committed suicide today because they were shorting soybean meal? Seriously, with this year's big market movements in soybean meal futures, when has it ever been without someone dying? Take your last speculation on Shanghai copper and Zixin Pharmaceutical, for example. That Baoying Fund manager, Li Wei, went insane after his company went bankrupt. What's the difference between that and death?!"

"Are they crazy?" Lin Guangmao and the others were taken aback.

“Yes, he went mad! I heard it from a friend, saying that Li Wei went back to his hometown and eventually went insane,” Tian Hao replied.

"Exactly! Wasn't it Fang Qingye who drove us crazy?!" Zhu Dahu seized the opportunity to say, "And today you're standing on the moral high ground, pretending to criticize us? Bah!"

Lin Guangmao paused for a moment, then smiled broadly: "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore, let's continue drinking! Mr. Tian, ​​another toast to you!"

The private room became lively once again.

After the banquet, everyone went home in their own cars. Lin Guangmao sat in his Mercedes-Benz, the smile on his face gone, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the bustling traffic outside.

Back at his villa, Lin Guangmao was restless, thinking about the message Fang Qingye had asked Shi Guangrong to convey to him.

He picked up his phone, intending to call Fang Qingye back, but then put it down after thinking about it.

Since Fang Qingye didn't call him proactively but instead asked Shi Guangrong, he wouldn't get any answers by calling her now.

The question now is whether or not to listen to his advice?

He was certain that Fang Qingye's words were not unfounded, and the jealousy that Zhu Dahu and others spoke of was utter nonsense. Fang Qingye's wealth was now far greater than his own, and it was said that he controlled several companies. Why would Fang Qingye be jealous of him?!
I'm more likely to be jealous of others.

Lin Guangmao was well aware of this.

Did he know some important news in advance?
Thinking of this, Lin Guangmao took out his phone, but instead of calling Fang Qingye, he called Fu Haitang.

Of the so-called "Four Heavenly Kings," Ge Weidong did not participate in the soybean meal futures speculation this time. Ye Qingjun was older than them, and their relationship was distant. Only Fu Haitang, who was about the same age as him, had a better relationship.

The call connected, and Rin Mitsushige went straight to the point: "Kaidou, are you planning to come out or not?"

On the other end of the phone, Fu Haitang didn't answer directly but instead asked, "What? You want to close your position?"

"Yes, we've made six or seven hundred million this time, which is about right. Besides, we should take Fang Qingye's words very seriously."

"Do you think he knew some important information in advance?" Fu Haitang immediately understood Lin Guangmao's idea.

"Yes, it could also be intuition. I think Fang Qingye has an extraordinary intuition, which makes him invincible in the stock market and never loses."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Fu Haitang said, "Alright, we'll listen to him this time. Should we tell others about our decision?"

“Ye Qingjun wants to say this: we’ve basically stood together through thick and thin. If we don’t say it, it’ll seem like we’re being unethical. Whether he listens or not is another matter. As for others, let’s just leave it at that. If we tell anyone, they’ll just laugh at us for being cowards,” Lin Guangmao said.

"Okay, we'll start closing out the positions tomorrow!"

The exit of several major traders at Linguangmao who closed out their positions and made profits did not change the trend of the main soybean meal futures contract. In the following days, soybean meal futures continued their upward surge, with news constantly emerging that short sellers were going bankrupt and leaving, causing widespread distress in the commodity market.

After the market closed that day, a well-known forum influencer also committed suicide by poisoning himself after his account was wiped out, leaving behind a mountain of debt.

Wang Decai and his wife divorced. When his wife found out that he had secretly mortgaged the property and was about to face liquidation, she decisively filed for divorce.

Forced liquidation means bankruptcy, turning you into a penniless pauper!
Wang Decai agreed.

In the afternoon, the two silently walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Wang Decai utterly despondent.

The wife glanced at her down-on-his-luck ex-husband, wanting to offer a word of comfort but not knowing how to say it, and quietly drove away in Wang Decai's Mercedes.

The two parties agreed to divorce, with the child, car, and other family assets all going to the wife.

Wang Decai stared blankly at the departing car, and suddenly remembered an old saying.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.

That statement is absolutely true.

However, he doesn't resent his wife; he brought it all on himself!
In a daze, Wang Decai boarded the subway, intending to go to the Futures Building, close his studio, and send Wang Ru home.

everything is over.

Perhaps tomorrow I will jump out of the window on the 12th floor with that entrepreneur from Henan Province.

Wang Decai looked up at the towering building.

As he entered the elevator, he unexpectedly ran into Mr. Zhang, whom he often greeted, and found that he also looked haggard and dazed.

The two exchanged a glance and both realized each other's predicament.

"Mr. Wang, what's going on?" Mr. Zhang finally asked.

"Sigh," Wang Decai sighed, "We've lost money."

"Trading futures, soybean meal?"

Hearing Mr. Zhang's words, Wang Decai was somewhat surprised: "What, you too?"

"Yeah, we lost money, we lost a lot! Damn it!"

"How could this happen to me too?!" The two became more and more agitated as they talked.

"Come on, let's go for a drink!" Boss Zhang grabbed Wang Decai's arm.

Wang Decai had long had the urge to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but he had no one to confide in. Now that he had met someone who was going through the same thing, he suddenly felt a sense of kinship, like "we are both wanderers in the same boat, why should we need to have known each other before?"

“Okay, I’ll pay!” Wang Decai replied immediately.

"I'll buy it! Even though I'm broke, I still have enough for this bit of alcohol."

The two went downstairs again and found a small tavern on a nearby street. They found a private room, ordered a few dishes and a bottle of wine, and started drinking and chatting.

The three sentences naturally revolve around soybean meal futures.

"The futures company called me. If I can't replenish the margin by the day after tomorrow at the latest, they will force me to liquidate my position." Wang Decai picked up a peanut and said with a bitter expression, "But I have no money. I sold my house, my wife divorced me, and I'm still drowning in debt."

"I'm in a worse situation than you," Mr. Zhang said with a bitter smile. "I've been forced to liquidate my positions, and I don't even have a chance to recover my losses!"

Just then, a news report suddenly came on the television set on the counter of the small shop: "Breaking news: Liao, the deputy general manager of Wanda Futures, died in his office today. Police investigation at the scene confirmed it was suicide. It is said to be related to Wanda Futures' recent massive loss of 26 billion yuan in soybean meal futures trading."

President Liao also committed suicide?!

The two looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)