Chapter 108: Brother, Please Start Your Show!
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However, when Zhao Tian thought about the money he had lost, his heart ached.
A full 8 billion! That's an astronomical sum!
With that money, he could buy a large plot of land in any city and build multiple high-rise buildings!
Even though the Zhao family was wealthy and powerful, losing over 8 billion was no small matter.
And yet, just like that, it was gone!
What made it worse was knowing that Lin Beifan hadn't just avoided losses—he had made a fortune instead.
1.2 million contracts, nearly 7 billion in capital, and his profits had almost doubled!
One side had lost over 8 billion, while the other had gained nearly 7 billion!
It felt as if his own money had been funneled straight into his enemy's pocket!
And in the coming days, Lin Beifan might make even more billions!
The more Zhao Tian thought about it, the angrier he became!
He could only comfort himself: "Lin Beifan, it's not that I was incapable—it's just that fate wasn't on my side this time! But next time, I won't give you another chance!"
After stewing over his defeat, he called out, "Someone, come in!"
A man dressed in black stepped forward respectfully. "Dragon King, what are your orders?"
"Find out from Angkor how much Lin Beifan has made."
Though Zhao Tian didn't want to hear about Lin Beifan's success, the man was still his greatest rival—he needed to stay informed.
"Yes, Dragon King!" the man in black replied.
Not long after, he returned with an update.
"Lin Beifan has been convinced by Angkor to close all his short positions and has instead gone long on soybean futures."
"What? He actually closed all his short positions and switched to going long? Haha! Did this guy let his recent winnings go to his head? Does he think he's invincible now?" Zhao Tian burst into laughter.
In his view, Lin Beifan had made a fatal mistake.
In a bear market, the correct move was to ride the downward trend and continue shorting soybeans. That way, he could maximize his profits.
But Lin Beifan had done the exact opposite—he had gone long!
This was nothing short of suicide.
Then, Zhao Tian recalled how his own massive sell order had been instantly absorbed.
Could it be that Lin Beifan was the one who took my orders?
"He's actually buying in at a time like this? Hmph!" Zhao Tian's eyes gleamed with renewed determination.
Now that the soybean trade agreement had been exposed, prices would only continue to plummet.
It could take several more days, but the price would likely be cut in half before stabilizing. There was still plenty of room for profit.
This was his chance to recoup his losses—and crush Lin Beifan in the process.
"Come here!"
"Dragon King, what are your orders?"
"Short soybean futures for me!" Zhao Tian declared.
"Yes, Dragon King!"
Thus, Zhao Tian's funds re-entered the market.
Right away, he shorted 400,000 contracts, driving soybean prices further down.
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Inside Lin Beifan's Trading Room
Lin Beifan looked at Angkor, who had just returned, and smiled. "Brother Wu, where did you go just now?"
Angkor's expression remained neutral. "Cough… I was feeling a little nervous, so I went to the restroom."
He sat down in front of the computer and asked, "Mr. Lin, are we really going to continue going long on soybeans?"
"Of course!" Lin Beifan grinned. "After hearing your analysis earlier, I think it makes perfect sense! Now is the time to buy at a low price, so let's buy as much as we can!"
Angkor's eyes lit up. "Mr. Lin, I'll handle it for you!"
"Brother Wu, you're so eager! I knew I liked you for a reason!" Lin Beifan patted him on the shoulder and made him sit in front of the computer. "Come on, brother, show me what you've got!"
"Mr. Lin, just watch—I won't let you down!" Angkor rubbed his hands together excitedly, eager to take action.
What followed was truly Angkor's moment to shine.
Like a master pianist, his hands moved fluidly over the keyboard and mouse, executing trades with incredible speed and precision.
No matter how many sell orders the market threw at him, he caught them all without hesitation, refusing to let prices drop further.
He was a one-man army, holding back the tide of short-sellers.
His skills were nothing short of extraordinary!
Lin Beifan couldn't help but praise him. "Brother Wu, you really have a talent for this! You've only been trading for three days, yet your operations are already this smooth and precise. Even veteran traders can't compare! Truly impressive!"
"It's all thanks to your teachings, Mr. Lin!" Angkor beamed with excitement, his hands never stopping as he continued trading.
Inside his mind, however, his thoughts were entirely different.
"Come on, keep selling!"
"No matter how many orders come, I'll absorb them all!"
"The more I buy now, the more Lin Beifan will lose later!"
"Hahaha!"
Within moments, Lin Beifan's long position had grown to 800,000 contracts.
"Mr. Lin, we're at 800,000 contracts now. Should we keep going?" Angkor asked.
"Of course! Keep going!" Lin Beifan commanded.
A few minutes later…
"Mr. Lin, we're at 1 million contracts now. Should we keep going?"
"Keep going! Don't stop!"
Shortly after…
"Mr. Lin, we've hit 1.2 million!"
"Keep buying!"
By the end, nearly 10 billion had been invested to absorb every short position in the market.
Angkor was ecstatic. "10 billion! He's done for!"
Lin Beifan, however, was equally thrilled. "10 billion! I'm about to make a killing!"
The two men exchanged a look of mutual understanding and burst into laughter.
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Meanwhile, at Longya Capital Headquarters…
Zhao Tian was also laughing.
He had just invested over 3 billion to short 600,000 contracts of soybeans.
He didn't care about making massive profits—he just wanted to put pressure on Lin Beifan.
Holding a glass of champagne, he leisurely took a sip and smirked. "Now that the policy has been announced, soybean prices will definitely continue to fall. And yet, you dare to go against the trend? This time, victory is mine. Hahaha!"
In the world of finance, going against government policies was a death sentence.
No one had ever defied policy and still made money.
Which is why Zhao Tian was convinced—this time, he was guaranteed to win.
"Congratulations, Dragon King!" his subordinates cheered in unison.
Feeling triumphant, Zhao Tian grinned and raised his glass. "Bring out the 1982 champagne I've been saving! Let's celebrate this rare moment of victory!"
"Thank you, Dragon King!" the men in black responded in chorus.
However, just as they were about to toast, a news bulletin suddenly popped up on the large screen.
It was an urgent announcement from the Ministry of Agriculture of the People's Republic of China.
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