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

Chapter 733 Qingye, you're strategizing and winning from afar!
The next morning, Xia He drove Fang Qingye to handle matters related to PTC, leaving Qingqing at home to be taken care of by Maria.

Xia He rented an office specifically for this purpose, located in the Guoco Tower in the Tanjong Pagar district of Singapore, which is also Singapore's financial center, about a 20-minute drive from Sentosa Cove.

It blends historic buildings with modern skyscrapers, boasts numerous top-notch restaurants and cafes, and has a pleasant environment. It is said to be a hub for many family offices and single-family offices.

The two went up to the 24th floor of the Guohao Building and arrived at Xiahe's rented office. It wasn't very big, with a total of four rooms, but it was well-equipped, with a main office, a formal meeting room, a work area, and a lounge area.

"I plan to hire another assistant to help me with my daily affairs." Xia He entered the main office, invited Fang Qingye to sit down, and made him a cup of tea.

"Your favorite drink is Da Hong Pao." Xia He smiled sweetly.

Within minutes, legal counsel, accounting counsel, accounting/tax counsel, investment counsel, and risk management and insurance counsel arrived one after another.

The private trust was discussed and debated in the conference room, and it took three whole days to perfect the entire trust template.

The next steps are opening an account, completing the legal transfer of asset ownership, and so on.

Take your time, don't rush.

Fang Qingye plans to stay in Singapore for ten days. After finishing her business, she intends to spend some quality time with Xia He and her daughter and relax and enjoy life.

Taking his daughter to the park, shopping at the supermarket, playing by the pool, or simply heading straight to the beach to swim in the waves—such a carefree and pleasant life almost made him forget about home.

While Fang Qingye was enjoying a leisurely life in Singapore, the soybean futures market in Chicago was in turmoil.

When news of COFCO increasing its holdings in far-month contracts was vaguely leaked through various channels, the market reacted sharply. Funds from the ADM camp intensified their efforts, leveraging their powerful influence to launch a fierce sell-off.

Yanjing, COFCO Futures Trading Center

The air was filled with the low hum of data terminals and suppressed breathing. On the large electronic screen, the curve representing the price of the far-month contract plummeted like a cliff, heading straight for the psychological barrier of 1000 cents per bushel.

Trader Zhao Ming pursed his lips, his fingers hovering over the shortcut key for forced liquidation, his palms sweating profusely. He could feel the anxious gazes from his team members behind him.

“President Ning,” Yang Fan, president of COFCO Futures, said in a cold voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion. He turned the tablet computer toward President Ning of COFCO Group, who had been standing silently in the center of the room. The blood-red loss figures on the screen were extremely glaring.

"The unrealized loss has exceeded the warning line by 41%. According to Article 7, Section 3 of the risk control manual, we must initiate the forced liquidation procedure within 10 minutes."

Mr. Ning remained silent, his gaze fixed on the constantly fluctuating numbers. Although the trading room was set at a constant temperature of around 22 degrees Celsius, Yang Fan noticed that fine beads of sweat had appeared on his graying temples.

He paused for a few seconds, then took out his phone and dialed Fang Qingye's number.

At this moment, Fang Qingye was at East Coast Park in Singapore, carefully supporting his daughter's sandcastle tower that was about to collapse. Xia He sat barefoot beside him, watching the father and daughter play in the sandcastle, a happy smile on her face.

Fang Qingye's phone vibrated. She took it out and saw that it was President Ning's number. She smiled and then tucked the phone between her shoulder and neck.

"Hello, Mr. Ning." Fang Qingye's tone was relaxed.

On the other end of the phone, President Ning sounded anxious: "Qingye, we're about to break 1000 points."

"Oh," Fang Qingye gently straightened the small shovel in her daughter's hand, her tone calm. "President Ning, could you please put the phone on speakerphone?"

In the COFCO trading room, General Manager Ning pressed the speakerphone button heavily. Fang Qingye's steady voice instantly filled every corner:
"Tell me the details."

"The price is testing 1000 points, and trading volume is surging!" Yang Fan answered hastily, his voice trembling slightly. "All technical indicators show a breakout is imminent!"

Fang Qingye listened to the noise on the other end of the phone, but her gaze followed him as he watched his daughter's small figure diligently digging the "moat".

Seeing that Fang Qingye was busy, Xia He quickly went over and pulled her daughter aside, looking at Fang Qingye with some nervousness.

Fang Qingye patted the sand off her hands, stood up, took a few steps, and asked while holding her phone:

"How many times higher was the trading volume when the price broke through the resistance level compared to normal levels?"

"At least 180%! This means—" "This means panic selling has begun." Fang Qingye interrupted him, her voice still calm, "ADM's ammunition is exhausted."

"Oh, right, Mr. Yang, you mentioned trends. The real trend isn't about looking at one or two candlesticks on the chart. It's about seeing who gives up first. Have your people check if there are many active sell orders from ADM's own trading seats below 1000 points in the past ten minutes," Fang Qingye explained patiently.

After a brief silence, Yang Fan's voice carried a hint of surprise: "They...they've almost stopped actively selling."

“Hmm,” Fang Qingye seemed unsurprised. He watched his daughter’s small figure diligently digging the “moat” and said calmly, “He’s waiting for us to cut our losses. If we don’t act now and instead slowly absorb the panic selling orders from retail investors… guess who will have more sleepless nights tonight?”

There was some silence on the other end.

"Let's get straight to the point," Fang Qingye said, sounding somewhat impatient.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry about placing limit orders at 998 points. Take your time with small orders." Fang Qingye paused and emphasized, "I'll have Tuofang Fund increase its investment to help you."

"How much can you invest now?" Yang Fan's tone was full of distrust.

"3 billion US dollars."

Yang Fan fell silent on the other end of the phone, but Fang Qingye heard a soft sigh from someone beside her, clearly much more relaxed.

With the current leverage ratio of 13 for soybean futures, $3 million would instantly increase the trading volume in the market by $39 billion!

At the current trading price, you could buy 78000 contracts, which is a very large position. Given the current situation, it's like digging a moat around 1000 points!

"Thank you, Qingye." A slightly aged voice came from the receiver again. Fang Qingye knew that it was President Ning speaking.

"President Ning, don't be so polite. We're on the same side now." Fang Qingye said with a smile, "The key to winning this round still lies with Brazil, and with President Qiao and President Zhang."

"I understand. President Zhang has given me a firm order: he will resign if I fail to achieve the set goals!"

"Okay, contact me if there's any news."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qingye immediately dialed Ouyang Shaoqiang's number in Hong Kong, a simple and decisive move.

"We have prepared 3 million yuan to help COFCO hold the 1000-point mark."

"OK, I'm watching the market right now, waiting for you to say that. ADM is already at its last gasp, I estimate it won't take 3 million."

"Be careful, the crucial moment has arrived."

"Ok."

Hanging up the phone, Fang Qingye put her phone in her pocket, walked back to her daughter and sat down.

"Dad, look! The moat!" The daughter pointed to the shallow ditch in the sand, her face beaming with pride.

Fang Qingye picked up her daughter and lifted her high, making her giggle.

“My darling is so amazing,” he smiled, looking into his daughter’s bright eyes. “You see, as long as we lay a solid foundation and dig a good moat, no matter how strong the opponent is, they can’t break through our castle.”

Xia He also walked over and looked at him, tentatively asking, "Is it Mr. Ning from COFCO on the phone?"

"Yes, they're about to lose their hold," Fang Qingye said with a smile, and then briefly recounted the events.

"Qingye, you're strategizing and winning from afar!" Xia He said with a charming smile.

Fang Qingye laughed after hearing this, "It can't be called strategic planning, but it can be considered winning from afar, because the key to this victory or defeat lies with Brother Qiao and his team from Brazil."

In Brazil, the decisive battle between COFCO, Felgrass, and ADM has also reached a critical moment.

(End of this chapter)