Chapter 355 He is the Leader
“4035 points, a 5.3% increase.”

The stock market closed at three o'clock in the afternoon. Xu Xiang looked at the market index staying above the 4000-point mark and made a judgment in his mind - the bearish trend was over.

It was reasonable and expected. The shorts failed to drive out the retail investors and defeat the longs in the morning, and the outcome was already doomed.

The 4000-point integer mark was under extremely high pressure. The bulls failed to recover lost ground and defeat the bears in the afternoon. There were several wide fluctuations with huge volume during the session. This was the escape action of the main bears from all parties.

"We have cleared our positions in Qingdao. We are fully prepared today and the profit drawdown can be ignored." The deputy walked into the office to report the situation.

Xu Xiang did not comment. The funds he set up in Qingdao to short the stock index futures have seen their overall returns fall by about 60% in the past two days, with at least 10 billion yuan lost.

The war is over. Next week, the market will enter a situation where bulls will clean up the battlefield and eliminate the remaining small-scale enemies. Therefore, it is natural to clear short positions and revolt on the spot and change the flag.

"Are all the individual stocks ready?" he asked after collecting his thoughts.

The deputy nodded slightly and lowered his voice: "It has been solved. We can move at any time. It depends on how much they want to eat."

"How much they can eat depends on how we do it and the market trend next week!"

Xu Xiang couldn't help but frown, but he calmed down and waved his hand: "Okay, you go and get busy first."

"Don't be too busy. There's a dinner party tonight, so everyone should relax." The deputy hesitated and gave a halfhearted suggestion before leaving the office.

Xu Xiang took off his glasses and rubbed his face, then leaned back in his chair to take a short rest with an empty gaze, then put on his glasses again and busily studied the operation plan for next week.

The investment income of stock index futures has retreated, but from the acceleration of the bull market this year to the end of the stock market crash, the company's total book profit is still 30 billion yuan, with a return on investment of 50%+.

And the investment has not yet ended. In a market where the average return rate of the private equity industry is a net loss, he will continue to lead the industry and his profit curve will soar to the sky.

Even if he does not have the title of the so-called No. 1 in private equity, Xu Xiang is Xu Xiang, and no one can break his investment myth.

When he was driving a taxi to make money by speculating in stocks, Xie Jingxing was still breastfeeding!
The sunlight outside the window gradually faded and the night fell. Xu Xiang put down the half-finished operation plan and shook his neck, causing his muscles and bones to creak.

After seeing the dinner address sent by his deputy on the phone, he changed into a short-sleeved shirt and drove out of the company.

It was rush hour and traffic was congested. It took half an hour of stopping and starting to move three kilometers. Xu Xiang's impatient fingers frequently tapped the steering wheel. It would be better to eat something at the company and study the market instead of wasting time.

【I will take my children back to Ningbo in the afternoon. 】

Xu Xiang was bored and scrolling through his unread messages on WeChat. His wife sent him a message at noon, saying that she should be home by now.

A horn sounded behind the car, urging him to go. He stepped on the accelerator, moved forward along the flow of traffic, turned around at the intersection, and decided to go home instead of going to the dinner party.

The neon lights on both sides of the street were rapidly receding. When we drove out of the city and onto the cross-sea bridge, the lights dimmed and we could clearly see the faint glow surging in the lead-gray night, as if welcoming people home.

There seemed to be two boxes of Cordyceps sinensis given by someone in the trunk, so I didn't go home empty-handed.

“Crunch.”

A Coaster parked diagonally on the empty road ahead interrupted Xu Xiang's thoughts. He slammed the brakes and looked back in the rearview mirror. A black Audi was approaching slowly.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and then loosened it, locked the car door, picked up his cell phone, sent several messages and formatted it.

"What happened?"

Xu Xiang lowered the car window and looked at the man in the executive jacket who was standing quietly outside the window and letting him do everything.

"Get out of the car and follow us." The other party opened the car door with a smile.

The Coaster slowly drove down the cross-sea bridge, not returning to Shanghai or Ningbo, but to a "foreign place".

Xu Xiang finally broke out in a cold sweat and remained silent, shutting his mouth.

"I work overtime all year round and earn just over 30 yuan a year. I have no intuitive understanding of big money. You are a well-known financial entrepreneur. Can you tell me what 3000 billion means?"

Executive Jacket didn't get a response, so he paused and said to himself: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. I'll try to infer a conclusion from our line of work. You can listen to it and see if it's right."

"You are just a rat. The people behind you are our work targets this time."

Behind me, the bustling night scene of Shanghai gradually disappeared from my sight. The extravagance and decadence of the foreign concessions was the most disturbing thing. Now it’s your turn to perform again, and the people in the audience left without seeing the old colors.

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"It turns out that all the beautiful flowers are left to the broken wells and dilapidated walls. What can we do about the beautiful scenery? Who can enjoy the pleasure in the yard..."

"Hehe, it's my turn, it's my turn... Who will I meet and what kind of conversation will I have? How far in the future will the person I'm waiting for be..."

"You are playing tricks. This song is too short. You should sing it longer... You think I am boastful. Is it normal for a normal person to be argumentative like me? You call me boastful. I am not afraid of a few boos... Look at me, don't just look at the ceiling. I will be your cup of tea, so drink as much as you want..."

You finish singing and I take the stage, singing from the humming opera voice to the authentic standard Cantonese, singing intermittently the beautiful, romantic and lingering songs.

Song Anli quietly walked into the living room which was large enough to be heard echoing with laughter. The women, whose clothes were barely visible, all froze in place.

When the woman leaning against the kitchen island finished singing a song intermittently, Xie Jingxing withdrew without any reluctance and concentrated on listening to the sound to identify the location.

The scarf covering her eyes was gently pulled off, and Song Anli said softly in embarrassment: "The reporters are here."

"Please clean it up."

Xie Jingxing immediately turned around and left, walking through the living room and randomly grabbing someone to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Anli held up the checkbook and said, "Come to the study to exchange it."

The mini-games include not only hide-and-seek, but also treasure hunt and grabbing a spot. There are seven safety helmets hidden throughout the villa, and one of them can be exchanged for a check of two million.

The door lock codes for the master bedroom and the second bedroom are exchanged for eight million and five million respectively, and any number of people can collaborate to share the money.

All of these gameplays were planned by Song Anli, and after the afternoon market closed, Xie Jingxing was brought in to play. Up to now, including everyone's basic salary, the total expenditure has reached 3000 million.

The bonuses can be stacked, and I exchanged them for two door lock codes and three safety helmets. The main reason was that there were too many people.

Later, let them make a business interpretation contract and report it to Xiyou’s public account. It can’t offset any tax. The main reason is that the public-to-public contract transaction is clean and efficient.

After the exchange, Song Anli found the woman who exchanged the most and asked, "Are you married?"

"..."

"If you are single, you can transfer the artist management contract to Pei Fei Studio."

"Actually, this is my first time doing this. I was in my rising period and my expenses were too high, so my agent insisted that I do it."

"You can ask for a signing fee, just one chance to make an offer."

Song Anli was calm. She paid more than twice the market price. For this woman, she could earn nearly 10 million yuan by waking up, and she could earn a 10 million yuan job opportunity by doing some extra work. With such a psychological gap, whether it was the first time or not, the road to returning to the shore would be a collapse.

"Xu Xiang was arrested half an hour ago."

It was a hot, quiet and deserted night in midsummer July. Walking in the villa complex, Song Anli took every opportunity to report the situation.

Feeling the waves of heat, Xie Jingxing loosened his collar uncomfortably: "Won't it alert the enemy? Don't affect the market trend."

"There should be a complete plan. It seems that things are not going well at CITIC Securities."

Song Anli felt a little sad. In this round of rescue operation, CITIC fought the hardest and was at the forefront from beginning to end, and objectively made a lot of contributions.

Xie Jingxing shook his head. They were just mice. In his opinion, these things were not as interesting as the names on the tablet computer at noon. He didn't know there were so many before today.

Not only female stars, but also singers and hosts, some are extremely popular, some are tumblers, some are usually aloof and some are beautiful and kind.

"Yu Nian was very prescient in scolding me. I do have the moral values ​​of a wild cat now." Xie Jingxing suddenly complained to himself.

Song Anli held his vest: "You are just tired and need to relax."

“maybe~”

Xie Jing Xing smiled frivolously and said softly: "But I feel more that I am standing on the top of the mountain. I can already make eye contact with the thing in the abyss. I can feel that it wants to eat me."

The ghost of capital worth 200 billion swallowed up Xu Xiang and dragged him into the abyss, while the ghost of capital looking at him was worth 3000 billion or even more, and was far from growing to its strongest state...

Come on, you bastard, let’s see who controls whom. Xie Jingxing walked into the villa with a grin.

"Everyone has worked hard, so please hold on for a while. I've ordered some midnight snacks for you. Eat first and I'll come down after I'm done with my work." He clapped his hands and raised his voice.

A dozen traders who were isolated from the world and had to endure the hardship and anxiety in this villa for one to two weeks had all their sufferings and anxieties soothed by just one sentence.

Excited eyes followed Xie Jingxing's figure upstairs. The day before yesterday, he stood there and led everyone to create a highlight moment.

That will be one of the stories they all tell their grandchildren when they are old. I worked with an unparalleled leader of industry...

"and many more."

Song Anli walked up the stairs quickly and carefully straightened Xie Jingxing's collar: "Come in."

"Sorry, it's been a long wait."

"Mr. Xie, you shoulder heavy responsibilities and are very busy. You have made admirable and outstanding contributions to the development of my country's financial industry. It is our honor to interview you!"

"I think Mr. Xie has realized his ideals, and there must have been many difficulties and setbacks in the process. How do you view these difficulties, or how do you usually relieve work pressure?"

"I think the best way to relieve stress is to exercise more and release negative emotions..."

Watching the man talking seriously, Song Anli smiled brightly silently. Even if he was a beast in human skin, he was the most perfect beast!
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[I respect Warren Buffett's value investment philosophy very much. Grapefruit Capital will not reduce its stock holdings in the short term. The prospects of my country's stock market are promising. - Xie Jingxing. ]

Wall Street, Morgan Stanley headquarters, as soon as the old white man walked into the department president's office, the other party turned the computer screen to face outwards.

"Take a look at this. This is the overseas version of the special report just released by their most authoritative news agency in the country."

The older, bronze-skinned president spoke in a slurred voice, as if there was a dead fly stuck in his throat: "What did this guy say about Buffett in Silicon Valley before? Fuck Buffett, that's the rumor, right?"

"Yep, he has the right to say that." The old white man shrugged.

The president nodded slowly, "Of course, everyone has the right to freedom of speech, but we should distinguish between 'rights' and 'rights qualifications'. Just because a person is naturally talkative and can say this or that doesn't mean that everything he says can be heard by others."

"So?" The old white man raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"So we heard what he said, and he didn't just curse at Buffett's mother."

The president poked the computer screen with his stubby fingers. "He also told us that the disaster is over. The financial crisis died the night before it happened. The mainland stock market is closed and will not accept any troublemakers who short sell!"

"Have you ever seen a stock market crash that only lasted half a month? Damn it, keep an eye on him and don't let him secretly reduce his positions where we can't see. The mainland financial market will still continue to fall!"

The president's tone was clear and fierce, full of solemnity and confidence.

"No, no, no, the decline in mainland financial markets is far from over, but I don't think short selling is the right option. We all know that they have lost too much in this disaster, such as the most important spirit of contract."

The old white man shook his head quickly. On the one hand, he allowed international capital to enter the mainland investment channel business, and on the other hand, he warned that short selling was not allowed.

It seems as if they are capable and willing to seize the channel business and investment capital at any time.

Coupled with the various magical regulatory operations that have opened the eyes of the entire Wall Street, international capital from Europe, the United States, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia will have to re-examine whether the mainland's financial system is really progressing as rapidly as everyone imagines.

We must admit that in the past few years, the financial tsunami and debt crisis in Europe and the United States, while the economic boom in the East was full of gold, have led to unrealistic overestimation in comparison.

It is foreseeable that international capital will withdraw from the mainland market in a big way, and the venture capital industry where Xie Jingxing is mainly engaged will be the first to be affected.

People began to worry about whether Chinese companies they invested in could go public in the United States and whether their funds could be withdrawn safely.

The same logic applies to the secondary market, so next year the mainland financial market will face an overall shortage of funds.

In this case, it is not a lack of liquidity, but a real lack of money. So what can be done even if short selling? There is no trading space at all.

“If I had to choose, I think I should indirectly reduce holdings of some Chinese assets in international markets rather than channeling the money into their country for any investment,” the old white man concluded.

The president's voice became vague again: "What if it's Xie? Grapefruit Capital's US office has started raising funds for the third round of US dollar funds."

"Thank you!"

Without hesitation, the old white man noticed the president's distorted expression: "We used to say he was a genius, but now it's different, he is a leader! If you want to invest in the Chinese market, I am willing to put money in his pocket and let him make any investment he thinks is valuable."

"Well, I declare that the disaster is over as he said. Then you should write a performance report. We didn't gain much from this highly anticipated market. You need to reflect on your own work performance."

"Goldman Sachs may not be doing better than us, it's just that Xie is too good."

"Come on, we all know that the point is that even though their rescue efforts were slow and sluggish, they have an administrative system that is extremely powerful once it is turned on."

The president pondered and said, "There is still hope for their economic development. I will consider your suggestion."

"What advice?"

“‘Thank you for being a funder of this industry leader.’”

(End of this chapter)