In the living room of the townhouse in the Upper East Side, Elena's mobile phone screen reflected the green falling chart of Goose Dollar, and she kept saying: "Fall! Fall again! Swallow all the money of that idiot!"
Mark crossed his legs and spitted: "I said it was right to follow Sebastian Bo! Michael, that idiot, went long on Goose Dollar, and now he's probably lost all his underwear!" He seemed to have seen Michael kneeling on the ground after bankruptcy, and his cheeks flushed with excitement, "He must know how powerful this kind of money earned by luck is!"
At the same time, in the president's office of Vogue Advertising, Sophia stared at the curve of Goose Dollar's 15% plunge on the computer, her eyebrows furrowed. Sebastian's judgment was correct, and the short-selling strategy of Tianqiao Fund was profitable-but Michael's determined eyes yesterday flashed in her mind.
"Humph, you deserve it!" She closed the page in anger. Assistant Lily saw the plummeting market outside the door, her palms sweating, but she remembered Michael's previous confidence and finally did not click the sell button.
In the badminton hall of the Manhattan Sports Center, Vivian Song unscrewed the mineral water bottle: "Michael, I listened to you and bought 1 million goose coins, and I lost 200,000 when the market opened this morning. How do you calculate this account?"
Michael wiped his sweat and suddenly smiled: "How about... pledge yourself to me?"
Vivian was stunned for a moment, then laughed. She looked at the man in front of her. There was no frivolity in his joke, only determination: "Seriously, aren't you panicking?"
"What are you panicking about?" Michael's eyes were sharp. "England is a big energy country. In order to stabilize the situation, the president must use oil and natural gas as a weapon. The short-term plunge is just panic selling, which will accumulate power for the rebound." He looked at Vivian, "This is the darkness before dawn."
Vivian was infected by his confidence and picked up the racket again: "I trust you once. If you lose all your money, you have to treat me to Michelin."
The next day at noon, Michael came to Jason's house. Emily brought out a sumptuous lunch, but Jason and Emily's eyes were always on the laptop in the living room - the exchange rate of the goose currency was still fluctuating at a low level.
"Mike, can it rise today?" Jason asked cautiously, and he was still frightened by yesterday's plunge.
Michael picked up the dishes and said calmly: "Almost."
Suddenly, the green curve on the computer screen suddenly looked up! 5%…10%…15%…the red rising column shot up into the sky!
"Holy shit!" Jason jumped up, staring at the skyrocketing profit figures in his account, grabbing Michael's arm and shaking it wildly, "It's up! How much did we earn?!" Emily covered her mouth, tears welling up.
A news push popped up on Michael's phone:
[Breaking: Goose Country announced that natural gas transactions must be settled in Goose Coins! ]
[The Goose Country Central Bank raised interest rates to 20% and implemented capital controls! ]
[International oil prices soared, and the Goose Coin exchange rate soared 30%! ]
Jason and Emily looked at the news, then looked at Michael, their eyes changed from trust to admiration. "Mike! You are my God!" Jason almost knelt down, "This is not foreign exchange trading, it's simply opening the third eye!"
Michael smiled faintly: "Don't get excited, the best is yet to come." He knew that those who "swim naked" on the road of short selling would soon be exposed in the sun - such as Elena and Mark who were still celebrating in the villa at this moment, and their short selling orders with all their assets were about to turn into astronomical losses.