Chapter 70 Sir, are you preaching? Daxia is making a profit, a squadron of J-20s is coming first! (Two in one)

(PS, two chapters in one.)
In just a few minutes, global futures on carbon fiber composites faced a sharp drop.

Except for the markets that have already closed, including the New York Stock Exchange, the Chicago Board of Trade, the European Futures Market, etc., all futures related to carbon fiber materials have fallen to the point of triggering the circuit breaker mechanism.

However, even after a fifteen-minute circuit breaker, the futures trading that had just resumed plummeted again to 12%. The futures price of ordinary carbon fiber materials fell to US$75 per kg, triggering the secondary circuit breaker mechanism to directly stop any trading and will reopen on the next trading day.

at this time.

In the southern part of Manhattan, this short street of several hundred meters is the world-famous Wall Street. They control the operating order of this world with the power of financial capital.

On the rooftop of a skyscraper.

This man, who is in his early thirties, is dressed entirely in designer clothes; even his suit and shoes are hand-made high-end luxury goods.

At this moment, he was looking at the bustling crowd below with despair. This could be said to be the busiest street in the world.

"It's a pity that it doesn't belong to me now. Life is always so unpredictable." Lighting the last cigarette, he smiled at himself.

He was a futures trader who, when he saw the surge in carbon fiber materials, chose to go against his trading principles and bet everything he had, embezzled more than 10 million US dollars in funds, and plunged into the carbon fiber futures market with a huge leverage of 20 times.

In the past few days, his highest book profit has exceeded 100 million US dollars, and he has become a successful billionaire.

It is only a matter of time before you reach the peak of your life and marry a beautiful, rich and beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, this illusion did not last long. In the recent round of market turmoil, his carbon fiber futures were directly liquidated.

Even if the carbon fiber material futures rise again later, it has nothing to do with him, because the position has long been forced to close to make up for the loss due to the lack of additional margin.

Whether it was the embezzled 10 million US dollars or the sky-high compensation he had to pay for leverage, they were definitely beyond his ability to afford.

Now, his life should be like the carbon fiber K-line chart, and will fall straight to the floor!

"Are you going to jump or not? There are people waiting in line behind you!" A man standing at the back urged. He was not the only one waiting to jump off the rooftop. Who didn't lose everything but their underwear?

"I was wrong. I should have stopped earlier."

Why did he continue to gamble? He had countless opportunities to leave when he made 10 million or 100 million dollars.

But he continued to gamble stubbornly. He was not satisfied with the small amount of 100 million US dollars. He wanted to try to get a second 100 million US dollars, or even more money. It was like a devil tempting him to go on.

Now, he has lost so much that he can't even save his own life.

"Gambler! You will never have a good death!" The trader shouted out the last words of his life.

Then he jumped with all his strength and made an intimate contact with the concrete floor in a free fall.

Following the trader, another man jumped in the same way, but without even a moment's hesitation.

He did not feel any regret in his heart, as the futures market itself is a huge "casino".

As a gambler, he will never regret it. Even if he loses everything he has, he will continue to gamble without repentance until his family is broken up and he has sucked the blood of all his relatives dry.

But this time, what you lose is your life, so just take it.

Half an hour later, all major exchanges in the United States announced their closure, and global carbon fiber futures prices generally fell by more than 10%.

According to subsequent statistics, within an hour after the closing, at least ten "financial elites" on Wall Street jumped off the roof.

But everyone knows that this matter is far from over, because the real darkness will not arrive until next Monday.

This is also why Zhang Yuli and others chose to crash the market on Friday.

The phrase "closing the door and beating the dog" is vivid and specific.

The plunge in the last hour of Friday, after a two-day weekend break, was enough to allow the news to fully ferment and reach the ears of most people around the world, causing great panic.

Considering the turbulent sentiment of the entire market, their loss seems to be only about 10%, but in fact they have lost a lot.

Because the entire market will continue to fall indefinitely, the circuit breaker will be suspended for one day, and it will continue to fall tomorrow until the futures price drops to around the ex-factory price of Daxia carbon fiber.

After all, the global demand for carbon fiber is only 30,000 to 40,000 tons at present, but Shenying Composites, Guangwei Materials and others will put into production lines with a cumulative capacity of 10,000 tons this year, which already gives them the "bargaining power" in the carbon fiber field.

It was difficult to find anyone to take over the futures contracts in hand. Daxia was like cutting their flesh with a blunt knife, draining the blood of these international capitals drop by drop.

at the same time.

It was three o'clock in the morning in neon Tokyo, and the busy urban area had long since come to an end.

However, the Toray Industries, Inc. headquarters at Muromachi 2-1 was still brightly lit.

Murakami Yukusu, who was sleeping soundly, looked at the futures K-line chart in front of him in disbelief.

"Nani?"

He kept this expression for a while, and asked his subordinates in confusion: "Wasn't the carbon fiber futures price $85 before? How did it drop to $75 so quickly?"

"It's Daxia. Their ordinary carbon fiber material only costs $35 per kg at the factory." The subordinate beside him bowed degrees and explained timidly, "And they sold it an hour before the closing, causing the futures market to plummet."

"Hiss, 35 dollars?"

Murakami Yukusu took a deep breath when he heard the number.

This 12% drop is considered small. The physical delivery price of others is only US$35, while the futures price has reached US$85, which is a difference of nearly twice.

If it weren't for the circuit breaker mechanism, the entire futures market would probably have fallen by more than 50%.

I clearly remember that the situation was going well before I went to bed, so how come it became like this when I woke up?

Could it be that I am still dreaming?

Thinking of this, he slapped himself hard on the face twice, and it actually hurt. Doesn't this mean that I'm not dreaming?
"Then won't we at Dongli..."

Murakami suddenly anticipated a terrible situation: "When the market opens next Monday, how much will our stock price drop? 10%? Or 30%?"

The subordinate standing next to him didn't say anything, and Murakami Yukusu didn't dare to think about it too much.

As the absolute leader in the field of carbon fiber materials, Toray Group was definitely the first company to be hit as public opinion fermented over the weekend.

It is conceivable what kind of huge challenges Toray’s market value will face?

He had already imagined the horrifying scene: the circuit breaker occurred as soon as the market opened, and the market closed as soon as it opened.

A 10% daily plunge is just the beginning. The market value will not return to normal until the financial market has released all the panic.

Before he could digest this information, his secretary knocked on the office door.

He hurried in and said, "President, in just one trading day today, the company's stock was secretly shorted for more than 2 billion US dollars."

After hearing this, Murakami Yukusu felt like his heart was bleeding.

Is there any need to doubt who this 'Big Short' is?

The short selling of a full 2 ​​billion US dollars has forced the Toray Group to lose all the money it earned from the skyrocketing market value, and all this money came from the Japanese public and Wall Street.

"Daxia, you guys are so damn cruel!" Murakami Xiongnan finally understood what the saying 'even a rabbit bites when it's cornered' means. This is more than just biting, it's simply killing people and destroying their hearts.

More importantly, can the market value rise again after it falls?

Despite its leading position in T1000 strength carbon fiber materials, how much money can it make in this ultra-high-end market?
Toray still needs to rely on the mid- and low-end markets to make money, but now it faces comprehensive competition from major carbon fiber chemical manufacturers such as Shenying Composites and Guangwei Materials. Can Toray still use excuses such as "power outages", "fires", and "floods" to raise prices as it did before?
Not to mention price increases, they might even be dragged into an endless price war, and it is known that Daxia's manufacturing, labor, and construction costs are definitely much lower than Toray's.

This is an open conspiracy, a butcher's knife aimed at Dongli.

at this time.

Inside Xia Ke Hospital.

The two looked at the beautiful K-line chart displayed on the screen and smiled at each other.

"Lao Zhang, we have to thank these international investors."

Zheng Lixing smiled widely: "Now we can raise all the money for the development of the H-20 project."

Just in this round of international carbon fiber futures market, Daxia’s profit is more than tens of billions of US dollars.

No matter how much money was spent on the development of the H-20, it should be enough now, right? Shouldn't we be grateful to these international investors?
If we can develop the H-20 in the future, we will drop more of their favorite "little gifts" in the air to repay their "great kindness" to Daxia.

"There are interests of other 'mysterious organizations' involved. Don't forget to take their share into account." Zhang Yuli chuckled.

The carbon fiber composite material technology was given to Daxia by the "mysterious organization", so it was directly used as a technology investment.

Even though this is a financial investment, Daxia will still not give less than a cent. After all, the friendship of the "mysterious organization" cannot be bought with billions of dollars.

Hear this.

Zheng Lixing still nodded and sighed: "That's enough, that's enough."

"Wall Street is really a timely help this time. Do you know that we are short of R&D funds?"

Most of the money earned this time has to be turned over to the national treasury and given to the "mysterious organization". The rest has to be distributed to major chemical plants such as Shenying Composites. Only a small portion can be drawn out as research and development funds, but that is also a huge number in the billions of US dollars.

Before, he and Zhang Yuli were still worried about one thing, that is, the entire H-20 had to carry out two versions of research and development at the same time, and the billion yuan of funds was far from enough.

And now the money has arrived, isn’t this a timely rain sent to them by international capital?
"Lao Zhang, isn't the 611 Institute's J-20 ready for development and about to make its maiden flight?" Zheng Lixing turned his head and asked.

"Soon." Zhang Yuli nodded: "After the improvement of material processing accuracy, the research and development speed has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the first flight will be in the near future."

"What do you ask for this?"

Why are you asking when the J-20 will make its maiden flight?

"Now we have money, right? After the first flight, we can just build one or two prototypes and do experiments slowly."

Zheng Lixing waved his hand and said with great enthusiasm: "Just build a squadron of J-20s for me to enjoy first!"

Although this is just a joke, it is impossible for Daxia to directly produce so many prototypes, which are unfinalized products.

But now, the proposal to build a squadron of J-20 still makes the two of them very excited. How great would it be if this could be realized?

For a moment, the whole office was filled with laughter.

Eagle sauce, the small town of Livermore.

It is still on the Fountain Square in the city center.

"Buler, I guess that man must be a liar."

The fat little white guy Parker said angrily: "It's been so long, why haven't you come to see us yet?"

After saying this, his hands holding the book couldn't help but tremble.

For more than a week, the middle-aged white man didn't come to see them once.

If this isn't a scam, what is it? I've read three or four such 'profound' and 'obscure' books in vain!

"Parker, we need to be more patient."

The skinny little black boy Buller read the book slowly and turned to the next page.
"There's no harm in reading for us, is there?" he said casually.

Suddenly.

His ears moved, and a figure that was very familiar to both of them appeared on the other side of the street.

"Buler, I'm glad you understand this."

Lu Ze, who had transformed into a middle-aged white man, said with a smile: "Reading books will only benefit you, not harm you."

He had been observing secretly before. Parker, a fat white man, was a little restless, while Buller, a black man, was unusually calm.

This pair of 'Crouching Dragon and Phoenix' somewhat overturned his traditional impression of white people and black people.

"Sir, we have finished reading the three or four books you asked us to read." The fat white man Parker immediately jumped up and asked: "When can you give us one thousand dollars?"

"Answer the question first, and I will give it to you." Lu Ze smiled back.

Sure enough, after he read out a few questions about "capital and the mass line", both of them answered them almost fluently.

Even the most careless Parker only needs a brief thought to come up with the correct ideas and answers.

【Capitalist democracy is a kind of incomplete, impoverished, hypocritical democracy. It is a democracy that is only enjoyed by the rich and a minority.】

【The inequality of economic status determines the inequality between the proletariat and the bourgeoisie in status and social life.】

【.】

After asking three or four questions.

"You did read the books as I asked you to."

The middle-aged white uncle version of Lu Ze took out the prepared $1,000 from his pocket and handed it over: "This is your reward, keep it."

Looking at the one thousand US dollars in Lu Ze's hand.

For a moment, neither Parker nor Buller reached out to take it.

"What's wrong? Don't you want this money?" Lu Ze asked curiously.

At this time, Parker, the little white fat boy, frowned and said with a puzzled look on his face:
"Sir, you are not here to preach, are you?"

You get paid just for answering questions. Unless you are here to preach, this explanation is not clear?

More importantly, isn’t this missionary too rich?

A full one thousand US dollars, and he just gave it to me?

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