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

Chapter 565 You want us to take bullets for you? Dream on!
The weather in Nanxin isn't very good today.

Just two days ago, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel that spring had arrived early. Yesterday afternoon, the sky turned gloomy, and this morning a northerly wind was blowing.

Fang Qingye braved the cold wind to go to work at the bank in the morning. After lunch, she did not return to the nursery but rested in the office for a while before continuing to work at the bank in the afternoon.

There's a lot to do at the end of the year.

Although there aren't as many reports and summaries as state-owned banks, and the assessments aren't as tedious, there are still some wrap-up tasks at the end of the year.

The subordinate branches are competing with each other openly and covertly. Zhao Wenjun requires each branch to report on the most basic indicators such as total loan volume, total deposit volume, profit target completion rate, and non-performing loan rate once a week.

Not only is there internal competition within the bank, but Jinghai Bank also has to compete with the four major banks, including credit unions!
Grab deposits, grab customers, grab market share
They usually address each other as brothers, but by the end of the year, they're all bloodthirsty.

As the head of the bank, Fang Qingye still needs to have access to this data.

Fang Qingye sipped her tea while looking at a set of data from the Pingdong branch.

Not bad. Although Pingdong Branch, managed by Zhang Rong, has been established for less than two years, it has become the branch with the highest annual deposit and loan amount among the eight branches (business halls) under Jinghai Bank.

Although Pingdong District is the most economically developed district in Jinghai City, which gives it an inherent advantage, his work ability cannot be denied.

He's a total workaholic.

Putting everything else aside, his wife, Ding Ying, from the finance department of Changle branch, came to Fang Qingye to complain that Zhang Rong was always socializing and getting drunk. The doctor said that after they got married and wanted to have children, he had to quit smoking and drinking. What if the next generation was born to be an idiot?
The requester, Aoba, should take care of him.

How could Fang Qingye ignore someone else's wife coming to him crying and sobbing?
He immediately picked up the phone and scolded Zhang Rong in front of Ding Ying: "You kid, take it easy. You need to take care of your health. Don't end up like that time when you went to Northwest Shandong and got a stomach hemorrhage and had to be hospitalized. Your wife is complaining to me in my office right now."

Zhang Rong readily agreed, but Fang Qingye had no idea how he would actually do it.

He was looking at it carefully when his phone suddenly rang. He saw it was Fang Fei from Miaopu calling and answered it casually: "Fang Fei, what happened to Miaopu?"

"Uncle, come back for a visit. Several people from Shanghai have come looking for you. They say they are your friends. One of them used to come often. His name is Shi Guangrong. Xiao Rui is receiving him right now."

"Shi Guangrong?! Why didn't this guy say hello before coming? And he brought several others with him. What's he up to?" Fang Qingye was somewhat surprised.

"Boss Shi didn't say, but there were three men and one woman. The woman was called Zhu Yi by them."

Zhu Yi?!

There are three men too?

Fang Qingye realized who it was.

Why did they come together?

"Okay, I understand. I'll go back later," Fang Qingye said.

After hanging up Fang Fei's call, Fang Qingye originally wanted to call Shi Guangrong to ask what was going on, but then she thought better of it.

We'll meet soon anyway, so let's talk about it when we meet.

After reviewing the reports from the Pingdong branch, Fang Qingye told Hu Lingling, then went out and asked Yue Kai to take her back to the nursery.

Upon arriving at the nursery, Fang Qingye got out of the car, and Zhang Xiaorui hurriedly came out to greet him, leading him into the reception room on the first floor. Inside, several people were drinking tea, just as she had guessed—Lin Guangmao and his group.

"Qingye, we're sorry, we came without telling you." It was Zhu Yi who spoke: "Don't blame us."

Sitting next to him, Shi Guangrong quickly gave him a look, as if to say, "I don't want to do this, but I have no choice." Although Fang Qingye disliked this way of visiting, he had to put on a show. After shaking hands with Lin Guangmao and the others, he said with a smile, "Let's go upstairs to my office."

Everyone followed Fang Qingye up to his office on the second floor. After settling down in the sofa area, Fang Qingye asked, "Everyone, what brings you all to Nanxin on such a cold day?"

"We've run into trouble in the futures market, please help us." It was Zhu Yi who spoke again.

Perhaps because her personal relationship with Fang Qingye was better than that of Lin Guangmao and the others, Zhu Yi did most of the talking this time.

"You guys working together, you still run into trouble?" Fang Qingye said with a smile, but still listened to Zhu Yi recount the whole story in detail.

"Guangmao and I have come here. Please think of a solution, otherwise we'll all be liquidated. Of course, it would be best if you could short sell. You're rich and powerful, and with your help, we won't be afraid of Jiang Wei!"

Fang Qingye sipped her tea, listening casually, but inwardly she sighed.

Sigh... what can I say about you guys?

You say your birth charts are strong enough?
Or was it just bad luck?
How did we end up with another famous methanol futures squeeze case in the history of China's futures market?

This is the first case of criminal manipulation involving futures trading in my country!

Of course, it wasn't Lin Guangmao and his group, but Jiang Wei, who forced the price up!
Jiang Wei was ultimately sentenced to two years and six months in prison and fined RMB 1 million for embezzlement and manipulation of the securities and futures markets.

This futures battle ended with a victory for the short sellers, but the question is, can you guys hold on until the end?

It's your fault for arriving a little too early.

Too many people die before dawn.

Futures are different from stocks. If you hold onto stocks and don't sell, you'll eventually become a shareholder with no one to care. But with futures, if the margin you pay is insufficient, the futures company will force you to liquidate your position!

You don't trade? If the futures company trades for you, you might end up with a negative return, losing all your capital and even owing the futures company money!

But... should I make a move now?

According to Zhu Yi, the bulls led by Jiang Wei still have momentum, and they want us to take the bullets for them?

Think beautiful!
It should be about the same in a while.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingye slowly said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I have several companies on hand right now, and there are a lot of things to do at the end of the year. I simply don't have the time or energy to trade futures. When Guangrong called me just now, I was attending a meeting of the presidents of Jinghai Bank. Tomorrow I'm going to Shanghai to attend a board meeting at Ele.me."

"You've all heard about the current food delivery war between Ele.me and Meituan, right?"

"Also, I have to go to Hong Kong. My Hong Kong subsidiary has run into some problems with its investment in the Japanese stock market, and I need to go and take a look. I'm really busy."

Fang Qingye rambled on and on, basically saying that she didn't have time and wouldn't get involved in the matter!

The group was immediately filled with extreme disappointment.

But if they don't want to get involved, you can't force them, can you?
Seeing that they had not achieved their goal, the group was about to leave when Fang Qingye suddenly said, "However, I do have a solution."

"What method?" Lin Guangmao asked hurriedly.

(End of this chapter)