At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

Li Qianqian, the deputy financial director of GG Company of Hanfeng Group, is a woman in her early thirties who is well-dressed and always appears calm and composed.

I didn't have much contact with her, but I remember that she seemed to have good professional skills, was well-liked, and supposedly came from a wealthy family.

A debt crisis? It seems that beneath the glamorous exterior lies a huge hole.

Searching for "parasites"...this term is quite subtle.

It's not about finding "helpers" or "partners," but rather "parasites."

This means that what she needs may not be an equal partner, but a "host" that she can absorb, extract value from, and even take risks for her.

be careful.

The system clearly warned, "Please be careful."

But on the other hand, isn't this also an opportunity?

An opportunity to gain in-depth knowledge of the company's internal financial situation, and perhaps even uncover some incriminating information?

Li Qianqian is the deputy chief financial officer, so she must have handled a lot of accounts and known a great deal of inside information.

If we could turn her crisis into an opportunity...

Chen Geng's eyes gradually brightened, with the gleam of a hunter spotting potential prey.

Crisis, crisis, danger hides opportunity.

The intelligence system gave him the ability to spot dangers, but how to turn those dangers into opportunities, or even weapons, was up to him.

He put away his phone and looked up at the sky. The setting sun had painted the sky golden red; tomorrow would be a new day.

And Chen Geng's new life may officially begin at 9 PM tonight—when the news of the oil spill that is about to ignite the world is released!

8:55 PM.

In Chen Geng's bedroom, the curtains were drawn tightly shut. The light from his laptop screen illuminated his slightly tense face.

On the screen is the interface of the futures trading software. In the position details, six long positions in crude oil lie quietly, with the floating profit and loss still negative.

On the table in front of him was an open can of Red Bull, and several cigarette butts had been stubbed out in the ashtray—although he rarely smoked, tonight he needed these things to calm his racing heart.

His phone was on silent, but the screen kept lighting up with unimportant group messages. He ignored them all.

All attention was focused on the approaching nine o'clock.

The intelligence system said, "International news will be reported at 9 p.m. tonight."

So, how quickly will the market react? How large will the fluctuations be? Will his six orders bring astonishing returns as the intelligence predicted?

Despite having some initial trust in the system, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air, especially with leverage, when betting real money, still makes it hard to breathe.

He opened a live stream page on an international news website and switched the trading software to a minute-by-minute candlestick chart.

Time, ticking away with each second, drew ever closer.

8:59.

Chen Geng involuntarily sat up straight, gripped the mouse tightly, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Nine o'clock sharp!

The news website's live stream switched, and the anchor reported breaking news in a hurried tone:

"...Urgent news alert. According to multiple international news agencies and maritime authorities, the giant oil tanker 'Torch,' belonging to 'Global Energy Transportation Company,' carrying approximately two million barrels of crude oil, was hit by unidentified armed men while passing through the Strait of Holmes. This resulted in multiple oil tanks rupturing and catching fire, causing a large-scale oil spill..."

"The extent of the leak is still being assessed, but the affected sea area has already experienced widespread oil pollution, disrupting shipping and posing an extremely high risk of environmental disaster..."

coming!

Almost at the same time the anchor uttered the word "leak," the originally flat curve on the intraday chart of the main crude oil contract on the futures software suddenly jumped up a little!

Chen Geng's heart skipped a beat.

Immediately afterwards, like a rocket being ignited, prices began to soar!

603.8…605.2…608.7…612.4… The numbers jumped wildly, breaking new highs every second. The trading volume histogram spiked instantly, with a dense barrage of orders flashing across the screen.

"It's gone up! It's really gone up!" Chen Geng roared in a low voice, suppressing his wild joy.

But he forced himself to stay calm and did not act immediately.

He knew that the first wave of shock caused by such breaking news was often the most intense, but it could also be accompanied by violent turbulence.

He stared intently at the market, watching the price break through 620, 625... in just a few minutes, the momentum far exceeding his most optimistic estimate.

Market sentiment was completely ignited. Panic buying surged in, short-selling stop-loss orders were liquidated, and prices were pushed up further. On the candlestick chart, a terrifyingly large bullish candlestick appeared out of nowhere.

At 9:07, the price briefly touched 630 yuan/barrel before falling slightly and fluctuating between 627 and 629.

Chen Geng knew that the first wave of panic buying was likely nearing its end, and the market needed to digest the news and assess its actual impact. This pullback, however, presented him with a good opportunity to lock in some profits!

Without further hesitation, his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Close out the positions! Close out two positions first!

Transaction confirmed: 628.5 yuan/barrel.

Just these two lots yielded a profit of nearly 25 yuan per barrel! One lot contains 1000 barrels, so the profit for one lot is 25,000 yuan! Two lots, 50,000 yuan!

Seeing the sudden increase in available funds in his account, Chen Geng took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement. This was just the beginning.

He left four secondhand orders and continued to observe.

After fluctuating for a few minutes, prices turned upward again as more details emerged (the leak continued, rescue efforts were difficult, and there was a possibility of a long-term blockage in the shipping lanes), breaking through 630 and heading towards 635.

Around 9:20, the price hovered around 634. Chen Geng made another move, closing out two more trades.

Transaction price: 634.2 yuan. These two lots yielded even higher profits, each exceeding 30 yuan, resulting in a net gain of over 60,000 yuan!

He now has over 110,000 in unrealized profits in his account, plus over 110,000 in cash from just closing out his positions. His initial investment was only a little over 500,000. The power of leverage is terrifying!

He had two more orders left. He decided to take a bigger gamble.

Based on his assessment and some rapidly emerging online analysis articles, a leak of this magnitude would have a significant psychological impact on short-term crude oil supply, and prices are unlikely to rise by just a little.

He set a take-profit order at 640 yuan, then closed the trading software and didn't look at it for the time being.

We need to give our eyes and brain a rest; excessive focus can only lead to irrational decisions.

He got up and stretched his stiff body, walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain.

The night was deep outside, and the city lights shone brightly as always.

But under this ordinary night sky, his fate had just undergone a breathtaking leap.

Just then, the phone screen lit up again.

This time it wasn't a group message, but a caller ID message—"Mom".

Chen Geng was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up his phone and answered the call.

"Hello, Mom?" His voice still carried a hint of lingering excitement.

A cautious, apologetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Genggeng, did I disturb you? Are you... busy?"

"No, I'm not busy, Mom, what's wrong?" Chen Geng sensed something was off in his mother's tone, and his heart sank slightly.