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- Delia's eyes lit up as she listened to the conversation between Kang Le and Xiaopang, and she asked, "There's no problem with taking you with me. Are you familiar with Dong Su?"
"Of course, I'm quite familiar with him. He's still my master." Xiaopang looked at his close-fitting professional attire and the light golden hair. He felt as if his little heart was being scratched and couldn't help but talk more. .
Delia was secretly happy. Whether it was print media or TV media, they all like to know the stories behind the characters. She immediately said affectionately: "That's great, let's go there now. Can I ask you questions on the way?"
"No problem." Xiaopang smiled so hard that his double chin trembled.
"What's the problem?" Another door in the corridor opened, but Qin Yun came out wearing glasses.
Xiaopang's face suddenly changed, and he showed a look of justice in an instant. He said in Chinese: "It's not like a foreign reporter asked about Dong Su and then wanted to see our photos together. I said it's okay. We are not You can¡¯t meet people, just look at photos.¡±
Qin Yun glanced at Delia and found that she was a beautiful young female reporter. Without hesitation, she grabbed Xiao Pang's face and said, "Do you have to be so enthusiastic? Ask an old man, will you show him the photos?"
"I'm not obsessed for a momentit hurts, it hurts" The little fat girl was grabbed by Qin Yun's shrew's hand and jumped up and down, and kept saying: "If you don't want to look at it, let's just pretend we've never seen her."
Qin Yun let out a "hum", released his ears and said, "You can't be rude."
After saying that, she turned around and started talking to Delia.
Xiaopang was secretly worried. He stood behind Qin Yun and looked at Delia with an unreadable expression.
The female reporter from the Times laughed secretly and thought: There is no difference between Asian men and European men.
However, she was not here to help people create conflicts today, nor did she continue talking about the photos. As soon as the conversation changed, she started to inquire about Su Cheng.
Qin Yun looked at Xiaopang suspiciously, but the topic was still diverted by the female reporter.
A few hours later, two cars with large letters "FT" on them met Sioux City on a small road in the Financial City.
"Grilled ribs, do you want to eat?" Su Cheng grabbed a pork rib in one hand and chewed it with his mouth full of oil.
The female reporter thought it was good. Even a serious financial newspaper should have some serious jokes, so she called a photographer to take pictures. Unexpectedly, two people in the shape of bodyguards appeared at the door, blocking the space without any space.
¡°I am a reporter from the Financial Times.¡± Delia immediately identified herself.
The two Azerbaijani bodyguards waved their hands to the photographer and signaled that Delia could enter.
The photographer frowned and said in a stereotypical London accent: "I have the right to take pictures."
Seeing this, Kang Le retorted: "The other party also has the right not to accept your filming. Reporter Delia, if you want to continue the interview, please comply with the wishes of the interviewee."
Of course he wanted to speak from Su City¡¯s standpoint.
The photographer stared, frightened by the bodyguard's thick body, and was at a loss.
Su Cheng ignored them and shouted: "Let Huang Ping come in first."
The little fat man smiled "hehe" and squeezed into the small shop. While wiping his hands with the square towel on the table, he stared at the ribs and said: "I thought you have run so far, master. You are so close. Just say hello. I Just come over."
"Didn't you just come here? How did you find me?" Su Chenghun continued to bite indifferently. Shulan sat opposite him, slicing the ribs gracefully with a knife and fork at a speed not slower than Su Chenghun. .
"Master, you've got a good appetite. I'll get you a drink." The chubby little boy ran forward and added wine to Shu Lan's glass. Then he turned to Su Cheng and smiled: "Your trip will be scheduled in a while. If not, please report it to the office, otherwise I won¡¯t be able to find you even if I look for you"
Su Cheng said "Oh" and nodded: "Okay, sit down and eat. Boss, another plate of meat."
The owner of the shop, an Irishman, responded loudly and started cutting the steaks in the kitchen.
Delia appeased the cameraman, walked into the store, smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, Chairman Su Cheng, I am Delia, a reporter from the Financial Times. I want to interview you, is that okay?"
"What do you want to interview?" Su Cheng didn't wipe his greasy hands.
¡°I think many readers are interested in knowing about Pan-Asia Fund¡¯s short-selling behavior in the crude oil market.¡±
"News about the Pan-Asia Fund?" Su Cheng raised his head with a half-smile, and the corners of his mouth were covered with black pepper.
Delia is a woman with a slight mysophobia, but she can only pretend not to see this matter, lowered her head and said: "Yes, what does Mr. Su think of the trend of the oil market? The short positions held by the heavy positions, what will be done next? "
Su Cheng finished the ribs on his hands, wiped his mouth with his own square towel, and said: "We can either wait for the price of crude oil to fall and then close the position, or we will send the crude oil to the delivery warehouse."
"But the short orders you hold seem to exceed the crude oil production of Dahua Industrial. In other words, Dahua Industrial must close part of the position. Am I right to understand this?" Delia is not only beautiful, she also The biggest reliance is the understanding of the financial industry. After a little calculation, she went on to say: "For a short order of US$1 billion, all delivery requires 50 million barrels of crude oil to be transported to the delivery warehouse, whether it is the Setan Oilfield or the developing Al Qijiu Oilfield probably cannot provide such a large amount of crude oil in the short term. Therefore, closing at least part of the position is a choice that Pan Asia Fund must make."
50 million barrels of crude oil is a quarter of the production capacity of Shengli Oilfield. If delivery is to be carried out, the ships must be prepared. It is indeed not an easy goal to achieve.
Kang Le also looked at Su Cheng.
He calmly picked up a chop and said: "Deliver or close the position, Pan Asia will be free to choose."
"Could it be that Dahua Industrial Well, Pan Asia Fund still controls part of China's crude oil production capacity?" The female reporter instantly thought of a better news topic.
Su Cheng smiled noncommittally and continued eating the ribs.
According to the agreement, the oil storage equipment of the China-Kazakhstan oil pipeline does belong to Sioux City. If coupled with the control of part of the pipeline, it can indeed obtain crude oil production capacity from China.
However, this part of crude oil cannot simply be used for futures delivery. In fact, due to the increasing demand for crude oil in China, China itself is a pure crude oil importer. It is not economical to export crude oil again. It is better to force Close position.
Deliya started to make rich associations, and seeing that Su Cheng was only moderately interested in being interviewed, she simply turned her target to Shu Lan.
She is a very talkative woman, and she has studied Shulan¡¯s information, which quickly made the atmosphere in the small store become lively.
Su Cheng and Huang Ping ate meat indifferently. Only President Kangle sat nervously next to them, fearing that Shu Lan would reveal some secrets.
While chatting, the cameraman began to sneak into the small shop again, and shouted between the two bodyguards: "The newspaper office's phone number, the market has changed."
"What's going on?" Delia ran over at once.
The cameraman whispered: "Pan Asia Fund once again purchased a short crude oil order of US$100 million."
"Buy again?" Delia was startled. After asking clearly, she turned to look at Su Cheng and asked, "Are you really the chairman of Su Cheng?"
"certainly."
"Then why did Pan Asia Fund just purchase a $100 million crude oil short order? Without your permission?"
Su Cheng curled his lips and said: "So, I am not in charge of the Pan-Asia Fund. I am just an investor."
"Then who decides."
Su Cheng smiled and said nothing. He is naturally in charge of the Pan-Asia Fund. However, continuing to sell short is an established decision, but there is no need for him to do everything personally.
Delia thought about it, Kang Le frowned, and asked softly: "Really shorted another 100 million US dollars?"
"Yes." Delia said first, and Su Cheng nodded slowly.
Kang Le coughed twice and hesitated: "This is indeed the decision made by Director Su, right?"
Su Cheng nodded again.
He said softly: "I don't seem to have received the message either."
"Didn't the decision to open a position pass?" The seven-member committee must at least inform other people of the decision.
Kang Le shook his head and said: "I thought US$1 billion was the preparation for building a position."
"Then what do we prepare so much money for?" Su Cheng asked back.
Kang Le was speechless, and after a moment he said: "No, I don't agree with large-scale position building before the general trend you explained appears."
"This is a decision that has been passed."
Kang Le thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I request to reconvene the committee."
"Call people from several countries to London?"
"It can also be held in other cities. In any case, under the current situation, it is already a lot to continue to build a position to 1.1 billion US dollars. I request to postpone the investment in this area." Kangle has always been cautious, and he and Su Cheng are cautious. Different, he is more withdrawn and conservative.
Delia¡¯s eyes were shining with stars, and she secretly shouted: There is going to be internal strife, there is going to be internal strife, great!
She now wants to take out her notebook and start writing a press release.
Su Cheng was also a little surprised by Kang Le¡¯s fierce attitude and put down what he was holding.??, said seriously: "If you don't build a position and the profit is low, there is no need to do this at all. Well, Er, send Miss Delia out."
The last sentence was in his newly learned Russian. His pronunciation was not very clear, but it was enough for the Azerbaijani bodyguard comrades to understand.
Delia, whose ears were pricking up, said "Ah" and was carried out by the rude bodyguard.
In the room, the discussion between Su Cheng and Kang Le became more and more intense.
This is the first conflict that broke out after the establishment of the Pan-Asia Fund.
A month of investment without seeing any gains is a huge psychological pressure on everyone. Sioux City is used to this kind of pressure, and the happiness of the fifth or sixth generation of the rich is not certain.
He would rather make less money and want his funds to be safe, but because he is in the oil industry, he cannot withstand the temptation.
Joining the Pan-Asia Fund is a jump for British Global Oil, which means that they can really go global. And this premise is that you can't find anything that won't make a loss.
It didn¡¯t take long for Sioux City to notice the British persistence and finally agreed: ¡°Then let¡¯s convene a committee.¡±
¡°You¡¯re going to stop taking positions in pre-super fields, right?¡±
"I will explain the situation." Su Cheng would naturally disagree. There is no airtight wall. Once the emergence of a super oil field is proven, even if efforts are made to conceal it, time will not be enough to convert most of the funds into empty orders.
Kang Le left the shop like an old gentleman.
Xiao Pang thought for a long time, and after Qin Yun's explanation, he figured out what was going on. He spat at Kang Le's back and said, "It's okay. At worst, let him quit and I'll make up the money, okay?"
"How many can you have?" Su Cheng waved his hand.
Xiaopang said unconvinced: "Don't tell me, I can't get more than one billion US dollars, it's easier to talk about a dozen RMB."
Qin Yun said doubtfully: "Last time we did an accounting, didn't you have more than 600 million?"
The little fat man's calf trembled: "Haha, haha, is that so? Really"
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