When most people still hold a negative attitude towards whether Iraq will invade Kuwait, starting at 6:00 a.m. on August 1, Kuwait time, eight Iraqi combat divisions assembled on the border between Iraq and Kuwait quickly launched an attack formation in just one day. The silent radio communication also began to send encrypted messages.
The U.S. military, which had observed all this through military spy satellites, realized that Saddam seemed to be on the verge of something.
But it was too late. The Pentagon only had time to send a special war warning to the Kuwaiti authorities. At one o’clock in the morning on August 2 local time in Kuwait, following Saddam’s order, 100,000 Iraqi troops crossed the Iraq-Kuwait border like a tide. , rolling to Kuwait, the news of the war spread all over the world in less than an hour, shocking the world.
The moment the war broke out happened to be at 6:00 pm Eastern Time on August 1st.
Before the market closed on this day, well-informed investment institutions seized the last opportunity to enter the market frantically, pouring large sums of money into the crude oil futures market. Just two or two hours before the market closed, the price of crude oil rose by US$0.7 to The price closed at $21.6, up 3%.
However, for the speculators who have invested huge sums of money in the crude oil futures market during this period, this is just the beginning, a big →↙ door is opened, and some people step into heaven, while others step into hell.
When the war broke out, everyone in Eric's team breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had a lot of doubts in their hearts, everyone finally had a good night's sleep for more than a month. Sixty Soho hotel suite. Eric slept very deeply with Xiao Nizi in his arms.
Midnight in New York. It happened to be dawn in the Persian Gulf. It took only eight hours for the Iraqi army to occupy the entire territory of Kuwait. Seventeen hours later, the battle was completely over. Saddam announced to the world that Kuwait was merged into Iraq and became the nineteenth province of Iraq. The emir and his family fled to Saudi Arabia in a panic by helicopter.
New York, Thursday, August 2.
Had a good night's rest. Eric had breakfast with Drew, and met with Chris and the trader team at nine o'clock. At this time, everyone in the team looked at Eric with surprise and doubt, but Eric No intention of explaining to anyone.
In a coffee shop on the side of Sixth Avenue, Eric and Chris were sitting opposite each other, and the little girl wearing a toad mirror behind her was stirring the coffee in front of her boredly. There was still an hour before the opening of crude oil futures trading, and everyone was there Take a short break here.
"Dad is flying back to his farm in Maryland at ten o'clock. Emily has already sent him to the airport. He also said that he doesn't want to see you, the little bastard who has been worrying him for a month." Chris said with a smile Said with a smile, but the doubt in his eyes did not hide at all.
Eric laughed and laughed: "Let's talk about business."
Chris didn't seem to want to get to the bottom of it either. Continued: "Okay, what are your plans for the next step?"
Eric shrugged: "I have done everything I can, and the next step is the stage for you professionals."
Chris nodded. What Eric did was to use all the chips in a month to hit the crude oil futures market under tremendous pressure. This is not an easy task. Chris couldn't figure it out at all. Where did Eric get the premonition? A month ago, the Kuwait war had no clue at all.
Now that Iraq’s invasion of Kuwait has become a reality, the two countries occupy a quarter of the proven oil reserves. Once the two countries merge, with Saddam’s policy of reducing crude oil production and raising prices, international crude oil prices will soar. inevitable.
"Then you should give me a general plan, for example, when will we quit this game?"
Eric looked at the traffic outside the window, pondered for a while, and then said: "Three months, we will clear the warehouse within three months."
Chris showed interest, put his arms on the table and moved closer, and whispered: "Three months? Eric, can you tell me what you felt this time?"
Eric whispered solemnly: "I have a premonition that on the last day of October, many ghosts and ghosts will appear in the streets and alleys of the Federation, and they will snatch countless candies from thousands of families."
Drew, who had pricked up his small ears and listened intently, burst out laughing.
Chris rolled his eyes too.
After making a joke, Eric spread his hands: "Chris, I'm not a magic stick, really. So don't ask me what I have a hunch, luck has a lot to do with being able to bet on the situation this time."
"Okay, then I won't ask, I will leave within three months according to your arrangement," Chris said, and began to concentrate on the snacks and coffee in front of him.
Eric also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know how to explain this to Chris at all, and it seemed that he would never be able to explain it clearly.
Because the electronic disk trading system was only applied to the futures trading market in 1992, the current crude oil futures trading is still dominated by manual operations.
At 10:00 in the morning, after the NYMEX crude oil futures opened, the price began to rise rapidly with a very steep curve.
Eric and Xiao Nizi walked around the crowded trading floor, and soon couldn't take it anymore and left.
As he said in the coffee shop, he can do it in July, and now all things can be handed over to Chris and the trading team.
Back at the hotel with Drew, just as he walked into the lobby, Eric was stopped by the waitress at the front desk: "Mr. Williams, please wait a moment."
Eric looked over suspiciously, and the waitress handed over a post-it note filled with phone numbers: "This is after you went out in the morning, and they called you one after another. They said that your mobile phone and the landline in the room couldn't get through. ?”
"Oh, I turned it off to prevent being disturbed," Eric explained, took the note and thanked him, and went back to the room with Drew.
"Eric, whose phone is it?" In the elevator, Xiao Nizi poked her head to look at the post-it note in Eric's hand.
"Over there in Los Angeles. A group of old men." Eric said lightly.
Drew saw names such as Rupert Murdoch, Michael Eisner, Steve Ross and others. He looked away boredly.
Back in the room, Eric connected the phone line and dialed back the phone number in his hand.
As soon as the other end of the phone was connected, Eric immediately smacked his lips and put on a sad look: "Mr. Murdoch, sorry, I was not in a good mood before, so I unplugged the phone line... No, no, no. It's okay... It's hard to say now... "
A few minutes later, just after Eric hung up the phone, he caught a glimpse of the little girl on the sofa rolling around with a pillow in her arms.
Eric put his hand in front of his mouth and made a movement of zipping, and the girl nodded sensibly immediately.
The trader team hired by Eric has signed a strict non-disclosure contract before, and they will also receive a huge commission from this transaction. As beneficiaries, these people will definitely not disclose the detailed process of this transaction, Jeffrey Not to mention father and son, besides that. Until the detailed process of this transaction, only Drew was alone. Although Eric knew that Xiao Nizi would definitely not betray him, he still explained it at this time, in case the girl accidentally missed something.
With Drew's shrewdness, Eric believes that he just makes one move, and the girl knows what to do.
After explaining, Eric dialed again and called back one by one. Although many people knew that Eric had made a big bet in the futures market, they didn't know whether it was bullish or short. After all, before again, due to the soaring crude oil price in a few months, there are more speculators who choose to short than to do long, because even though Iraq has deployed a large number of troops on the Iraqi-Korean border, most people still do not believe that the Middle East will explode It is a pity that Saddam's behavior this time has exceeded the expectations of a large number of people.
It took some time to answer the calls one by one. Eric returned to the sofa and turned on the TV. He chose the NBC news channel. At this time, the news from the Middle East was rolling live on the TV. Drew got tired of it and said with a smile: " Eric, I think it must be impossible to hide it."
"It's just delaying the news," Eric said with a smile: "Those are old foxes, it's impossible to hide them from them."
The girl made a grimace: "Then you just..."
"What if they are too excited to get the news and have a heart attack? It looks like I'm actually a good person," Eric joked.
The girl laughed a few times and said, "I'm also a good person."
After five and a half hours of trading, at 2:30 in the afternoon, the NYMEX crude oil futures price soared from $21.6 at the opening to $23.5, a crazy 8.8% increase, and Eric’s account had a surplus of $600 million that day .
During dinner, Chris informed Eric of the good news, but Eric saw a touch of sadness on Chris's face. After asking, Chris confided the truth: "I was in a Morgan Stanley office. A good friend called me after the market closed to ask me about the situation here, and I consulted him about relevant information some time ago, and he knew that I was speculating in oil futures during this period.”
"Huh?" Eric asked suspiciously, he knew that Chris just said the beginning.
Chris said in a quiet tone: "A senior executive at Morgan Stanley embezzled 120 million US dollars from the headquarters to short crude oil futures, which was also 10 times leveraged. After the market closed in the afternoon... he jumped off the building."
Eric also fell silent, Chris adjusted his emotions, and said: "Eric, I don't know how you made a judgment this time, let me believe that you did it because you were absolutely sure. But in the future, please don’t play like this again.”
Eric nodded solemnly: "I promise."
Chris got up and patted Eric on the shoulder. Just as he was about to leave, Drew rushed in with a bunch of shopping bags and shouted, "Eric, when I was passing Fifth Avenue, I saw Someone jumped off the building and fell to the ground, so disgusting, I heard that there are already several jumping off the building."
After the little girl Balabala finished speaking, she noticed that the faces of the two men in the room had turned a little ugly, she stuck out her tongue immediately, curled up her neck and slipped into her room.
Chris shook his head and said, "I don't like this girl, she has a surly personality and is too cold."
Eric glanced at Drew's door and said, "If Drew hadn't connected Jeffrey and me, I wouldn't be where I am now, and there wouldn't be Firefly."
Chris obviously knew a lot about what happened back then, and shrugged: "Well, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Well, Chris, she's just a kid."
"It will always grow up," Chris shook his head again, "If you are not 100% sure that you can take care of her, let it go as soon as possible."
"I know," Eric smiled and sent Chris to the elevator door before returning to the room.
Xiao Nizi had already returned to the living room, and sat cross-legged on the sofa angrily: "I heard everything."
Eric stepped forward and pinched the girl's cheek: "Could it be that Chris still wronged you?"
"Huh," the girl turned her head, trying to shake off Eric's hand.
"Chris had a colleague who just jumped off a building this afternoon. You were so happy when you said it just now, do you expect him to say anything nice about you?"
"But I just don't like it when he says that about me. Eric, do you think I... I'm that kind of person?"
Eric put the girl into his arms and hugged her lovingly: "You are you, never care what others say, you will always be my little girl."
"Well," Xiao Nizi rested her chin on Eric's shoulder emotionally: "Eric, I love you."
"I know."
"Then when did you start loving me?"
"This is a bit difficult," Eric squeezed the girl's slender waist, and joked: "Look, you have gained weight recently, and I don't like little fat girls."
"No way," the girl immediately hammered Eric on the back in dissatisfaction: "I weigh myself every week, and I'm not fat at all."
As Drew said, the body straddling Eric's knees leaned back slightly, lifted the hem of the small T-shirt to reveal a flat belly, and twisted showily: "Hey, look."
"Well, little black girl," Eric teased again. It has been a month, and the girl's skin tone on the beach in Hawaii has been much fairer, but the overall color is not as fair as before.
"Don't call me a little black girl," the girl said angrily, hitting Eric's chest with her head.
"Okay, get up, let's finish dinner, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Well, let me see..."
…
Before going to bed at night, Eric had heard no less than ten reports of jumping off a building because of today's surge in crude oil prices and losing everything.
Although it didn't show on his face, he was still joking with Xiao Nizi, but Eric was still quite touched. The futures market is a gambling market, and all contracts are two-way. If you bet up, someone will buy it accordingly. It fell, because the price of crude oil rose sharply today, and Eric earned 600 million US dollars in one day, which means that someone lost 600 million US dollars.
Of course, those who desperately gambled all their worth and lost everything did not deserve much sympathy. (To be continued..)