Inexactness and Blowing One Up

"Mr. Lin Qi, why..."

Lyme sat in his office, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. He didn't quite understand why Lin Qi would encourage everyone to Short Selling Copper Mine ore while not hiding or deceiving anyone about foreign exchange.

He deceived others first, and then told the truth to others later. This was something Lyme didn't understand. He could have told others about the changes in Copper Mine ore as easily as he would about changes in foreign exchange.

Or he might continue to make statements on foreign exchange issues that contradict his predictions, in order to gain more profit.

Undoubtedly, Lin Qi had already secured four Trading Seat through Mr. Herbert, had begun having Lyme learn from those traders. The operations of the past two days were somewhat confusing for this stockbroker who had always been working at the bottom.

He was very curious, and he felt there was a lot to learn about it. After thinking it over, he finally asked the question.

Lin Qi was sitting behind his desk looking at the newspaper in his hand, put it down. On it was still a photo of him taken by a reporter sometime in the past.

Young and spirited, even though this photo is only printed in black and white on a thin newspaper, it still exudes a powerful aura.

The inevitable defeat of Gefra has become a hot topic in society, but surprisingly, Gefra's Diplomatic Ambassador has not shown any sensitivity to it. In fact, many people know this and are just waiting.

We await a result, and once that result is available, a series of diplomatic maneuvers will follow. During this period, all negotiations between the Federal and Gefra have been suspended, with the reason being that it is summer and the negotiations should be postponed to avoid heatstroke.

Lin Qi's gaze shifted from the newspaper to Lyme, and that single glance put immense pressure on Lyme. He instinctively leaned back, straightened his clothes, buttoned them up, and straightened his spine, focusing his attention on the desk in front of Lin Qi as a sign of submission and humility.

"The reason is simple, Lyme ..." Lin Qi's voice was as relaxed as ever. "Among the various factors that affect commodity prices in the futures market, the power of capital is also a very important reference factor. If too much capital forms a force, a trend, or a flow, we won't make much money."

"In this market, if you want to make money, make a lot of money, you must exploit information asymmetry to target everyone, whether they are your allies or your enemies. At this moment, they will all become nourishment for your growth. Do you understand?"

"Buy high and sell low" is a very practical trading method that has recently been circulating among Bu Peien, and its method is as easy to understand as its literal meaning.

When the stocks, bonds, or futures you hold start to lose money, immediately cutting your losses and closing out your positions to reverse your position is a very limited and basic theory. It can even be said that it is not a valuable, let alone an effective, theory.

However, it is still very feasible in this era.

Many people have made a lot of money in the Financial Market by using this method, which has led more people to follow this approach.

Lin Qi was going to exploit their superstition about buying high and selling low. Once they started to lose money, some of them would immediately close their positions and cut their losses to go long on Copper Mine ore. This force would not compete with Lin Qi for the most lucrative piece of the pie, but would only become a bargaining chip to help him gain more profits.

As more and more people join in, Lin Qi's profits will also increase. You know, if you play leveraged trading well, you can create a legend in just one minute.

"As for the issue of foreign exchange..." he shook his head. "Most of the factors that can truly influence foreign exchange changes are political. So I need people to unite with me. Only in this way can we have the power to shake the price trend of the franc and bring us security in every sense of the word."

Short Selling a country's currency, especially one that is currently considered a powerful nation by the world, carries risks that extend beyond the foreign exchange market and into the real world.

In this seemingly civilized world where barbaric thoughts still exist, physically eliminating enemies may not be the best method, but it is the simplest.

Moreover, if he were the only one Short Selling Fura, his power would not be able to shake the entire trend. Even if the Amelia Region were to become turbulent, the fluctuations in Fura would only be temporary.

Only by getting the majority of capitalists and businessmen in the Federal to stand on their side and form a force, will a large number of accounts follow suit when signs of unrest appear in the Amelia Region, and even international speculative capital will join them in blocking Fura.

After all, no one really wants Gefra to become a powerful nation, so the common idea is to create some artificial problems for them while easing their current hardline stance.

If the previous operations in the futures market were aimed at maximizing capital extraction, then the latter operations in the foreign exchange market are about unity! Capital is never isolated, just like politics! "You may not understand some of the issues involved yet, but you will in the future. You can write down what I'm saying for now!"

Lyme took notes very seriously. Lin Qi's words made him feel like he was looking at flowers through a fog. Even though he had made things very clear and had a vague idea in his mind, he just couldn't get a complete picture.

This is because his vision is too narrow and shallow, but it also made him realize the gap between him and Lin Qi. He will tirelessly learn these things that he has never been exposed to before, so as to make himself stronger.

The South Mechanical Research Institute's sloppy research results have created an astonishing impact. In fact, let alone a 25% increase in output, even a 5% increase would be an invention capable of changing the industry landscape.

More and more foreign mining organizations are sending people to the Federal, gathering near the South Mechanical Research Institute in hopes of obtaining more detailed data.

Little did they know that the institute's director was sweating profusely. He was constantly blaming, cursing, and even swearing at a researcher who had already resigned. It was because of his mistake—misreading a decimal point in the calculation—that the final data had increased many times over.

On that very day, in the Amelia Region, the Resistance Organization led by the young white-skinned dog codenamed Petrel had infiltrated Li Ya's largest Copper Mine area.

They were about to start causing trouble; the robin had provided them with equipment and medicine that were completely untouched, and they also wanted to demonstrate their rebellious spirit.

During this period, some Resistance Organization in the Amelia Region seemed to have received various kinds of assistance, and they became exceptionally active, with assassinations against Patrol Team becoming more frequent after a period of silence.

The young people of the White Dogs heard similar demands from other Resistance Organization: to make a scene, and the bigger the commotion, the more international attention would be drawn to the area, and the more people would support them in liberating themselves and resisting the oppression of imperial hegemony.

In order to quickly establish their organization's image among a group of rising Resistance Organization, the young men of the White Dog organization infiltrated the vicinity of the mining area under their arrangement.

"It's not difficult to blow up this mine. We just need to destroy the supporting structure of the middle and Upper Class mine shafts. The tremors will seal off all the mine shafts, and they won't have a chance to continue mining here for a short period of time!"

The speaker was a resistance fighter contacted by the young white-skinned man, a Foreman who had worked in the mine. He knew exactly how to easily turn this place into ruins. The young white-skinned man agreed to his plan, but he still had some doubts.

"How can we confirm if there are still miners in the mine?" he asked, a worried look on his face. "Will they work at night?"

The miners were silent for a moment, then nodded. "We work at night too. The Gefra are like demons, making us work 24 hours a day until we're exhausted before we can rest for a while. There are definitely people down there, but not many."

The young man with the white skin nodded solemnly. "Could you tell them to leave?"

The miners' protesters shook their heads. "That would definitely alert the Gefra!"

The young man from the white-skinned dog remained silent for a long time, weighing the pros and cons of disturbing the Gefra Gefra. Finally, he made a decision: to recruit more miners to join their cause, as these were the best recruits!

Having made their decision, the Resistance Organization began to take action. While eliminating the Gefra they could, they also secretly began to contact the miners who were at work.

When five Patrol Team from the Gefra mine discovered the soldier lying dead in the guard post, a gunshot rang out, startling the night sky over Li Ya!

In a daze, the governor, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He stared into the darkness, and after a few seconds, he sat up abruptly, put on his slippers, and walked to the window.

The peaceful darkness outside the window brought him a sense of tranquility, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has spent the past year in a state of constant tension, often waking up in the middle of the night like now, frowning as he looks out at the dark and quiet night, feeling uneasy.

He walked to the door, about to open it and call the housekeeper to ask if there was any urgent contact, when the shrill ring of the telephone in the bedroom made him shudder.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but he was genuinely startled and trembled. The tranquility of the night was instantly shattered, and every ring of the phone seemed particularly jarring. He quickly went to the bedside table, answered the phone, and his expression immediately changed.