When Jianghua was in full swing and engaged in oil field infrastructure construction, the international crude oil market could be said to be in a state of flux.

Mao Xiong Capital, the hotel where he stayed before.

In a luxurious suite, there were more than a dozen blond foreigners gathered.

"Have any of you seen Emily in the past two days?"

A foreigner with unshaven beard and sunken eyes asked with a tired look.

Just a week ago, he was still full of energy, gathered around Emily, formed a gang, and prepared to divide the state-owned assets of Mao Xiong.

In just a few days, the funds he invested in the international crude oil market to make quick money have already shrunk by one-third.

"I have been looking for her. The crude oil market is getting worse day by day. We can't sit still and wait for death."

The foreigner who spoke was the manager of a major Wall Street investment bank.

This time he made a mistake in his decision-making and caused heavy losses to the investment bank. There was already word there that if he could not recover the losses for the company, he would be prepared to stay in Mao Xiong and drink the cold wind for the rest of his life.

"By the way, do you know how much money she invested in the crude oil market this time?"

A foreigner sitting on the sofa asked thoughtfully.

As soon as he said these words, the people around him were shocked. No one really paid attention to how much money Emily invested in crude oil speculation before.

"She doesn't seem to have invested a penny."

A blond man with hair as messy as a chicken coop was slumped on the ground, holding a wine bottle and drinking away his sorrows.

The room fell into silence again.

"Do you think all of us were deceived by Emily?"

Someone asked in a faint tone.

"Those of us represent almost half of the institutions on Wall Street. If anyone knows her true background, don't hide it, tell it."

The foreigner who spoke first looked at his companions with bright eyes.

There was another embarrassing silence.

"In other words, no one knows the details of Emily, and all the rumors about her are just hearsay?"

The foreigner who spoke was feeling his heart sinking, and his bad premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

"Who she is is no longer important. What is important is, how can we recover the loss?"

After I asked this question, no one answered.

If they had their way, would they still be sitting here with a gloomy look on their face?

"Yesterday, my staff reported to me a situation. When we were doing long, a large amount of money flowed into the international crude oil market, and someone was secretly shorting."

The man who spoke came from the top investment bank on Wall Street.

"Who is he? How could he have predicted in advance that crude oil prices would be controlled?"

someone exclaimed.

Sam's pre-war preparations have always been top secret. They, the elites of Wall Street, have not received the slightest hint of it. Who is that guy who can't predict?

"The other party's information is hidden. We can only find a code name, called Gardener."

A foreigner from a top investment bank said.

"Gardener, I've never heard of this person in the financial circle. Which institution does he come from, and what country is he from?"

"Only older people like to plant flowers and grass. Think about it, which old man in the circle has this kind of hobby?"

"Who is this mysterious gardener? I really can't figure it out."

Everyone was talking and thinking, but they couldn't figure out which organization or financial giant this mysterious gardener was.

"Obviously, the other party entered the market at the same time as us. We were long, but he was short. This gardener came just for us."

Some people gnashed their teeth.

"I suspect that this was a trap from the beginning. The other party used Emily to trap our funds in the crude oil market."

Now, someone finally came to the realization and analyzed the cause of the whole incident.

"It's so despicable. What's the plot? If he has the ability, he will stand up and we will have an open and fair fight."

A foreigner slapped the table angrily.

Everyone looks at this guy like a fool. The financial market is playing a game of intrigue. Who will play with you openly?

Although everyone was equally angry at the gardener's insidiousness, they had nothing to say about his methods.

"Everyone, at this point, we can only admit defeat, but no matter what, the identity of this gardener must be found out. We can lose, but we can't lose without knowing it."

The foreigner from a top investment bank looked around the living room at his companions and said.

"I agree, we must find this cunning enemy."

"This person caused me such a big setback, and I must take revenge on him."

"We lost tens of billions this time, and all the money was taken away by him. I'm so unwilling."

After venting their emotions, this group of foreigners, who were like defeated dogs, got together and mobilized their own network of contacts to find the mysterious gardener.

They didn't know that in their room downstairs, He Zhanbo, with a smile on his face and a satellite phone, was reporting the results to Jiang Hua: "Mr. Jiang, just now, we have completed profit-taking. This time we shorted International

In the crude oil market, we made $12.4 billion."

He and the team around him had a glow of glory on their faces. They had become famous in one battle this time.

To be able to earn so much money in the international crude oil market, even the big money tycoon Lao Suo may not be able to achieve this result.

"Well done, don't forget to give bonuses to the brothers, everyone will get a big red envelope."

Jiang Hua faced the wind and snow and stood next to the oil construction site. Hearing that he had made so much money, he high-fived excitedly.

"Mr. Jiang, you asked us to hide our identities and gave us the code name of the gardener. Now many people are asking who the gardener is."

He Zhanbo talked about the latest news in the financial circle.

"Let them guess. Even if they want to break their heads, they won't guess that the gardener will be me."

Jiang Hua smiled happily.

"Mr. Jiang, the gold futures market is doing very well right now. How about we strike while the iron is hot and go in and make a fortune?"

He Zhanbo was now a little dazzled by the victory.

In his eyes, Jiang Hua is the stock god, even more powerful than Lao Suo, and has no disadvantages in the financial market.

"Be a man with contentment. We have offended the whole Wall Street now, so we will keep a low profile for now. You can divide the bonuses, and then everyone can go back and celebrate the New Year."

Jiang Hua is not a greedy person.

Every time he takes action, it is supported by information, and foresight is his invincible magic weapon.

He didn't pay attention to the gold futures at this point in time. He couldn't see clearly whether it would rise or fall later, so he wouldn't touch it.

"Mr. Jiang, we fought such a beautiful battle, but we can't make it public. This feeling of walking in brocade clothes at night is really unpleasant."

He Zhanbo said in a regretful tone.

It's like a person who won a 10 million grand prize, but can't show off in front of relatives and friends, and has to keep a low profile and hide it. It feels good, but in the end it feels like a near miss.

"There will be times when you feel proud. Our battle with Wall Street has just begun."

Jiang Hua narrowed his eyes. In the next few years, there would be several international financial events waiting for him to participate.
Chapter completed!