The next day, Lu Liang, looking haggard, came to the office, occasionally rubbing his waist and yawning.
The trading room was empty because yesterday he had given the six traders a half-day off, letting them go home during the day to rest and gather the clothes they needed, before coming back at five in the afternoon.
No matter whether it was Beijing time or New York time, 24 hours had already passed, but to this day, Tesla had yet to announce the sales volume of Mao Dou X.
The sales should be very impressive, obviously a good thing, yet it was treated with the secrecy of an emperor's death, not announcing the bereavement.
This could also indicate that Lu Liang's judgment was correct, so it was time for him to start taking action.
Time ticked away second by second, and before long, all six traders had returned to their posts, ready to face the battle of the night.
At 9:30 in the evening, the US stocks opened.