Chapter 369 We Are All Good People

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When most people still held a negative attitude towards whether Iraq would invade Kuwait, at 6:00 a.m. on August 1, Kuwait time, eight Iraqi combat divisions assembled on the Iraq-Kuwait border quickly launched an attack formation in just one day. Silent radio communications also began to send encrypted messages intensively.

The U.S. side, who watched it all through military spy satellites, realized that Saddam really seemed to have something to do.

But it was too late. The Pentagon only had time to send a special war warning to the Kuwaiti authorities. At one o'clock in the morning on August 2, Kuwait local time, with Saddam's order, the Iraqi army of 100,000 crossed the Iraq-Korea border like a tide. , rolled into Kuwait, and the news of the war spread around the world in less than an hour, shocking the world.

At the moment when the war broke out, it happened to be 6:00 p.m. Eastern Time on August 1st.

Before the close of the day, well-informed investment institutions seized the last opportunity to start frantically entering the market, and large purchase orders hit the crude oil futures market. In just two or two hours before the close, the price of crude oil rose by 0.7 US dollars. Prices closed at $21.6, up 3%.

However, for speculators who have invested huge sums of money in the crude oil futures market during this period, this is just the beginning. A big door has been opened, and some people have stepped into heaven and others into hell.

When the war started, everyone in Eric's team breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were a lot of doubtful thoughts in their hearts, after more than a month, everyone finally slept well. A certain corner of the Persian Gulf was booming. Inside the Sixty Soho hotel suite. Eric also slept deeply with his arms around the little girl.

New York midnight. It happened to be dawn in the Persian Gulf. The Iraqi army took only eight hours to occupy the entire territory of Kuwait. After seventeen hours, the fighting was completely over. Saddam announced to the world that Kuwait was annexed to Iraq, becoming the nineteenth province of Iraq, and the Kuwaiti head of state. Emir and his family fled to Saudi Arabia by helicopter.

New York, Thursday, August 2.

Rest well all night. Eric and Drew had breakfast together, and met Chris and the trading team at nine o'clock. At this time, everyone in the team looked at Eric with surprise and doubts, but Eric did not. Didn't mean to explain it to anyone.

In a cafe on the street of Sixth Avenue, Eric and Chris sat opposite to each other, and the little girl with the toad mirror was boringly stirring the coffee in front of her. There was still an hour before the crude oil futures trading opened, and everyone was there. Take a short break here.

"Dad took the plane back to the farm in Maryland at ten o'clock. Emily had already taken him to the airport. He also said that he didn't want to see you again, the little bastard who made him worry for a month." He said with a smile, but the doubts in his eyes did not hide at all.

Eric smiled and said, "Let's get down to business."

Chris didn't seem to want to get to the bottom of it either. Continue: "Okay, what are your plans for the next step?"

Eric shrugged: "I have done everything I can, and the next step is the stage for you professionals."

Chris nodded. What Eric did was to smash all his chips into the crude oil futures market under enormous pressure for a month. This was not an easy task. Where did Eric get the hunch from. A month ago, the Kuwait war had no clue at all.

Now that Iraq's invasion of Kuwait has become a reality, the two countries account for a quarter of the proven oil reserves. Once the two countries merged, with Saddam's policy of reducing crude oil production and raising prices, international crude oil prices soared in Inevitably.

"Then you should give me a general plan, like, when do we quit this game?"

Eric looked at the traffic outside the window, pondered for a while, and then said, "Three months, we will clear the warehouse within three months."

Chris looked interested, leaned his arms on the table and leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "Three months? Eric, can you tell me what you are feeling this time?"

Eric said in a low voice with a dignified expression: "I have a premonition that on the last day of October, there will be many ghosts and ghosts appearing in the streets and alleys of the Federation, and they will steal countless candy from thousands of households."

Drew, who had pricked up his ears and listened intently, burst out laughing.

Chris also rolled his eyes.

After making a joke, Eric spread his hands: "Chris, I'm not a magician, really. So don't ask me what I have a hunch. This time I can bet against the situation, and luck is a big factor."

"Okay, then I won't ask, I will follow your arrangement and leave within three months," Chris said, and began to concentrate on the snacks and coffee in front of him.

Eric was also secretly relieved. He didn't know how to explain this to Chris at all, and it seemed that he could never explain it.

Because the electronic trading system was only applied to the futures market in 1992, the current crude oil futures trading is still dominated by manual operations.

At 10 a.m., after the New York Mercantile Exchange crude oil futures opened, prices began to rise rapidly in a very steep curve.

Eric and Xiao Nizi walked around the trading floor full of people, and they quickly couldn't stand it and backed out.

As said in the cafe, he can do it in July, and now everything can be left to Chris and the trading team to handle.

Returning to the hotel with Drew, and just walking into the lobby, Eric was stopped by the waitress at the front desk: "Mr. Williams, please wait."

Eric looked at him suspiciously, and the waitress handed over a sticky note full of phone numbers: "This is the number of calls that came to you after you went out in the morning. They said that your mobile phone and the room's landline couldn't get through. ?"

"Oh, I turned it off to prevent being disturbed," Eric explained, took the note and thanked him, and went back to the room with Drew.

"Eric, whose call is it?" In the elevator, the little girl leaned over her head and looked at the post-it note in Eric's hand.

"Over in Los Angeles. A bunch of old men." Eric said lightly.

Drew saw names such as Rupert Murdoch, Michael Eisner, Steve Ross and others. He looked back bored.

Back in the room, Eric connected the phone line and dialed the phone number in his hand.

As soon as the other end of the phone was connected, Eric immediately became famous and made a sad look: "Mr. Murdoch, I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood before and unplugged the phone line... No, no, no. It doesn't matter. ...it's hard to say now..."

A few minutes later, Eric just hung up the phone when he caught a glimpse of the little girl on the sofa rolling around with a pillow in her arms.

Eric put his hand in front of his mouth and made a zipper motion, and the girl nodded sensible immediately.

The trading team hired by Eric has signed a strict confidentiality agreement before, and they will also receive huge commissions from this transaction. As beneficiaries, these people will definitely not disclose the detailed process of this transaction, Jeffrey Not to mention father and son, other than that. Until the detailed process of this transaction, only Drew was alone. Although Eric knew that Xiao Nizi would definitely not betray himself, he still explained it at this time, lest the girl accidentally say something was missed.

With Drew's shrewdness, Eric believed that he was just an action, and the girl knew what to do.

After explaining, Eric dialed one by one again. Although many people knew that Eric had made a heavy bet in the futures market, they were not sure whether it was bullish or short. After all, before again, because of the soaring crude oil prices for several months, more speculators chose to be short than long, because even if Iraq deployed a large number of troops on the Iraqi-Korean border, most people still did not believe that the Middle East would break out The war, unfortunately, this time Saddam's behavior exceeded the expectations of a large number of people.

After spending some time answering the calls one by one, Eric went back to the sofa to turn on the TV and selected the news channel. At this time, the news of the Middle East was being broadcast live on the TV. Drew got tired of it and said with a smile: "Ai Rick, I think there must be no hiding it."

"Just delaying the news," Eric said with a smile, "Those are old foxes, it was impossible to hide them."

The girl made a face: "Then you just..."

"What if they get too excited about the news and have a heart attack, it looks like I'm actually a good guy," Eric joked, in fact

The girl laughed a few times and said, "I'm also a good person."

After five and a half hours of trading, at 2:30 p.m., the price of crude oil futures on the New York Mercantile Exchange soared from $21.6 at the opening to $23.5, an increase of a crazy 8.8%, and Eric's account had a surplus of $600 million that day. .

During dinner, Chris informed Eric the good news, but Eric could see a touch of sadness on Chris’ face, and after asking, Chris confided the truth: “I was in a Morgan Stanley store. A good friend called me after the market closed to ask about the situation on my side. I consulted him some time ago for relevant news, and he knew that I was speculating in oil futures during this time."

"Huh?" Eric asked suspiciously, he knew that Chris only made a beginning.

Chris said in a somber tone: "A senior executive at Morgan Stanley embezzled $120 million from the headquarters to short crude oil futures, which is also ten times leveraged, and after the close of the afternoon... jumped off the building."

Eric also fell silent, and Chris adjusted his emotions and said, "Eric, I don't know how you made your judgment this time, I'll assume you did it because you were absolutely certain. But in the future, please don't play like this again."

Eric nodded solemnly: "I promise."

Chris got up and patted Eric on the shoulder, and was about to leave when Drew burst in with a lot of shopping bags and shouted, "Eric, when I was passing Fifth Avenue, I saw Someone jumped off the building and fell to the ground, so disgusting, I heard that several people have jumped off the building."

After the little girl Barabara finished speaking, she noticed that the faces of the two men in the room became a little unsightly. She stuck out her tongue and shrank her neck and slipped into her room.

Chris shook his head and said, "I don't like this girl, she has a surly personality and is too cool."

Eric glanced at Drew's door and said, "If Drew hadn't linked me and Jeffrey at the beginning, there would be no me and no fireflies."

Chris obviously knew a lot about what happened at the beginning, and shrugged: "Okay, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Okay, Chris, she's just a kid."

"It will always grow up," Chris shook his head again. "If you are not 100% sure that you can manage her, let it go as soon as possible."

"I know," Eric smiled, and kept sending Chris to the elevator door before returning to the room.

The little girl had returned to the living room at this time, sitting cross-legged on the sofa angrily: "I heard it all."

Eric stepped forward and pinched the girl's face: "Did Chris still wrong you?"

"Hmph," the girl turned her head, trying to shake Eric's hand away.

"Chris has a colleague who just jumped off the building in the afternoon. You were so happy just now, do you expect him to say something nice about you?"

"But I just don't like him saying that about me. Eric, don't you think I'm... that kind of person?"

Eric put the girl in his arms and hugged him lovingly: "You are you, never mind what others say, you will always be my little girl."

"Well," the little girl put her chin on Eric's shoulder emotionally: "Eric, I love you."

"I know."

"Then when did you start loving me?"

"This is a bit difficult," Eric jokingly pinched on the girl's slender waist, "Look, you have gained weight recently, and I don't like little fat girls."

"No way," the girl immediately hammered Eric's back in dissatisfaction: "I weigh myself every week, and I'm not fat at all."

Drew said, the body sitting on Eric's knee leaned back slightly, lifted the hem of his small T-shirt to reveal his flat belly, and twisted conspicuously: "Hey, look."

"Well, little black girl," Eric teased again. It's been a month, and the girl's complexion on the beach in Hawaii has turned a lot whiter, but the overall color is not as fair as before.

"Don't call me little black girl," the girl said angrily, bumping her head against Eric's chest.

"Okay, get up, let's finish dinner, what do you want to eat at night?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

...

Before going to bed at night, Eric had heard no less than ten news of jumping off the building because of today's sharp rise in crude oil prices.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he was still laughing with Xiao Nizi, but Eric was still quite touched. The futures market is a gambling market, and all contracts are two-way. If your bet goes up, someone will buy it accordingly. Down, because the price of crude oil rose sharply today, Eric made a profit of 600 million US dollars in one day, which means that someone lost 600 million US dollars.

Of course, those who are desperate to gamble their entire worth in and lose everything are not worthy of sympathy. (To be continued..)

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