Chapter 107: Helping Me Make Money So Enthusiastically—It Must Be Tough for You!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Dragon King Zhao Tian was on the verge of passing out.

The price of soybeans had dropped another 2%, which meant he was now facing an additional loss of two billion!

Twenty billion—that was no small amount. It was equivalent to the fiscal revenue of a small county for several years!

Even for the wealthiest individuals, this was a significant blow.

And yet, it had disappeared in the blink of an eye!

Just a single moment, a mere screen refresh, and the price had plummeted!

Over two billion gone—just like that!

Adding this to his previous losses…

Zhao Tian felt dizzy, too terrified to even look at the computer screen. He was afraid of the horrifyingly large floating losses.

So, all he could do was roar, "Sell! Sell everything right now!"

The man in black beside him smiled bitterly. "Dragon King, everyone is selling—there's no one willing to take our orders!"

Zhao Tian was furious. "I don't care! Sell it at whatever price it takes, but it must be sold today! If we hold on any longer, the losses will only get worse! I only care about the results, not the process!"

"Understood, Dragon King!"

Following their aggressive operations, soybean prices plunged another 2%!

The entire market was in chaos!

Zhao Tian's face turned even darker.

At the same time, Angkor's expression was even grimmer.

Because right before his eyes, his greatest enemy, Lin Beifan, had just made another two billion!

In just a single blink, Lin Beifan had profited two billion!

Who could possibly accept such a thing?!

And judging by the current trend, in the next few days, he might make billions more...

Angkor clutched his chest tightly as a sharp pain shot through his heart.

His expression looked as if he were severely constipated.

Could there be anything more painful than this?!

Lin Beifan sighed exaggeratedly, "Ah! I accidentally made another two billion! It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to react!"

"Congratulations, President Lin! Congratulations!" everyone in the trading room cheered.

"Let's all celebrate together! Haha..."

The room was filled with Lin Beifan's triumphant laughter.

To Angkor, this laughter was like a demonic curse, driving him mad.

"No! I can't let him keep making money! I must find a way to stop him!" Angkor's mind was racing.

After all, he was the protagonist. Despite his shallow understanding of finance, he was still able to come up with a plan.

He suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Lin, I think it's time to close the position!"

His voice was as loud as a thunderclap, instantly shattering the joyful atmosphere.

Everyone turned to him in astonishment.

"Close the position now? Why? Things are looking great!"

"Based on my experience, this downtrend will last for at least a few more days. It should only stop when it falls by 20%! During this time, we can continue to rake in profits steadily. Why would we close now?"

"Closing the position now would mean losing out on so much money!"

"You're such a rookie!"

"You've only been learning for two days, and now you think you're an expert?"

Angkor felt humiliated under everyone's scornful gazes.

He himself knew how foolish his suggestion sounded, but he had no choice but to try.

He fixed his eyes on Lin Beifan, waiting for his response.

Lin Beifan's eyes flickered as he asked, "Tell me your reasoning."

Angkor took a deep breath and said firmly, "Because I believe it is absolutely impossible for our country to sign such a soybean trade contract with the United States!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Why not? American soybeans are cheap and high-quality. Why wouldn't we buy them?"

"If it were up to me, I'd definitely choose soybeans that are both affordable and of good quality!"

"Besides, it's already been officially announced. How could it be fake?"

"The information is coming straight from the government's website. There's no way it's false!"

Everyone argued back.

Angkor braced himself and explained, "What you're saying makes sense, but trade agreements between nations aren't just about economics. There are deeper considerations at play!"

"Think about it—what impact would a flood of cheap, high-quality soybeans have on the domestic market?"

"The first industry to suffer would be our own soybean market!"

"Prices would crash! And soybeans are a fundamental agricultural product."

"If soybean prices collapse, do you think other agricultural products would be unaffected? Of course not! They'd also be impacted!"

"This would trigger a chain reaction, causing widespread price reductions across the agricultural sector!"

"And who suffers the most when agricultural prices drop?"

"It's the farmers!"

"Our nation has a rural population of over 900 million!"

"If their incomes shrink, their lives will become incredibly difficult. Some might even fall back into poverty! Our country has always prioritized agricultural stability. Do you really think they'd allow such an agreement?"

Angkor's voice was full of conviction.

The room fell into silence as people mulled over his words.

The voices of opposition gradually died down.

"What he's saying does make some sense, but the contract was already announced. Could it really be false?"

"Yeah, they wouldn't joke about something like this."

"Besides, the deal was just announced, and many details haven't been disclosed yet. Maybe the government has protective measures in place."

"Right now, the market is overreacting, which is why prices are dropping so fast!"

"So there's no reason to close our position yet!"

Angkor grew increasingly anxious as he saw that people were still resisting his argument.

He turned his desperate gaze toward Lin Beifan.

Lin Beifan remained expressionless, but internally, his mind was racing.

He had just made a wish to double his income.

And according to the protagonist's usual pattern, that wish would definitely come true.

Even if soybeans hit their limit today, his earnings would only double. But where would the extra profits come from?

Thinking of this, Lin Beifan glanced at Angkor approvingly.

"I think Brother Wu has a point. I also believe the country won't sign this contract! So... let's close the position! And not just that—place additional buy orders on soybeans!"

Everyone was shocked.

"President Lin, we can't! We'll lose so much profit!"

"It's one thing to close the position, but why go long on soybeans?"

"You're just throwing away money!"

"President Lin, please reconsider!"

Lin Beifan waved his hand. "No more discussion, this is my decision!"

Angkor was overjoyed. Lin Beifan had actually agreed with him!

"Mr. Lin, I'll help you with the trades!" he said enthusiastically.

Lin Beifan grinned. "Brother Wu, you're working so hard to help me make money—it must be tough for you!"

"Not at all, not at all!" Angkor forced a smile.

At this point, soybean prices had already fallen 9% and were on the verge of hitting their limit.

The market was in turmoil. Everyone was desperate to cut their losses.

Although Lin Beifan's position was enormous, it was liquidated swiftly.

Longya Capital Headquarters

A man in black reported excitedly, "Dragon King! We've closed all our positions, and the losses have stopped!"

"We closed everything?" The pale and lifeless Zhao Tian suddenly sprang back to life.

"Hahaha! Excellent! It seems I truly am favored by the heavens!"

"Congratulations, Dragon King!" The men in black cheered in unison.

Zhao Tian swirled his champagne and smirked. "Who was stupid enough to take all our orders?"

The man in black shook his head. "We don't know yet. The other party wiped out our entire position in an instant!"

"A fool took everything off our hands?!" Zhao Tian chuckled. "Find out who it was. Next time I see them, I'll be sure to toast them properly!"

"Yes, Dragon King!"