"Assam?" Little Swift blinked, then realized and said, "Shouldn't be. I've never heard of such a thing. I should know about such a big event, and the whole world should know!"
"Is that so?" Huang He nodded and began to desperately recall his past life memories.
"How do I remember that Assam was captured in the same year the war broke out? But it's already 2004 now, a year after the war broke out. Why haven't I heard any news about Assam being captured?"
"There are two possibilities. One is that I misremembered the time, and the other is that my appearance has changed the world, fanning the wings of a butterfly, allowing Assam to hide for a few more months and still not be captured."
"So, if Assam was captured two days ago, then..." Huang He's eyes lit up. He vaguely had an idea.
However, this was just speculation without concrete evidence, so it couldn't be relied upon unless Huang He could find evidence.
"Right, I remember that the news of the death of the all-scum Zha Zha Fei wasn't immediately released. They tried to delay the announcement of his death, but they didn't expect the locals to shoot a mobile phone video and upload it to the internet, causing the news to be announced to the whole world immediately."
"It seems that when Assam was captured, there were also reports that Assam had been captured long ago, and the United States was just releasing the news at a required time."
"So, can anything be found on the internet at all?"
Thinking of this, Huang He immediately made a secret call. After waiting for more than three minutes, the call began to echo.
It wasn't that the signal was poor here, but the call had to go through layers of encryption. First, it used the mobile signal to connect to the network service, then it transferred through the network to another network server, and finally, it was converted into a phone signal to make the call. It went through more than 10 procedures and transfers, so it naturally took a considerable amount of time.
And with such layers of encryption, very few people in the world could figure out who was behind these two phone calls.
"Hello, this is Versailles. I haven't heard your voice for a long time, my master!" Versailles's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"We'll have the chance to meet soon. I've arrived in the United States!" Huang He said with a slight smile.
"I'm really looking forward to meeting you!" Versailles said.
"Okay, but before we meet, I have one more thing for you to do. I need you to immediately query all of Weibo's databases, focusing on various online messages posted in overseas regions in the past week, especially in the YLK region, and see if you can find any online messages about a big figure being captured!" Huang He said.
"Oh!" Versailles sounded a little surprised, which made Huang He curious and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Master, what a coincidence! Actually, just two days ago, an organization gave us an order to delete several Facebook posts posted in that region. Among them, we could vaguely see a photo of a very disheveled man with a beard being captured!"
"I've secretly saved these photos. If you need them, I can send them to you!" Versailles said.
"No, you don't need to. It's better to keep these photos hidden, otherwise, you'll get into trouble if you connect to the network!" Huang He said immediately. After asking a few questions about the detailed appearance of the people in the photos, he could basically confirm the news.
Assam was indeed captured, and he was captured two days ago, which was exactly when international oil prices began to plummet. Then everything made sense.
The main reason for the continuous rise in international oil prices before was the impact of the war, which led to a complete cut-off of oil supply in the warring countries. The market's oil supply was tightened, but OPEC refused to increase oil supply and even announced a reduction in oil production not long ago, which led to the continuous rise of international oil prices.
Now, with Assam captured, it meant that the last uncertainty of the war had been removed. These countries would completely return to normal, and production capacity could be restored.
One could even imagine that when these war-torn countries needed to rebuild, they would lack a large amount of funds. The best source of these funds would be selling oil, so the oil output of these countries would definitely surge in the future. Then the market's prediction of a fall in international oil prices would be understandable.
After learning this important news, large capital institutions immediately began to sell their oil futures, which led to a collapse in oil prices.
After understanding this, Huang He had a plan. He immediately said to Little Swift, "Sell it. Sell your oil futures at a price of $28. Sell as much as you can, and then sell it all, otherwise, we won't have much time."
"Are you sure you want to sell, boss?" Little Swift seemed somewhat unable to accept it, because if he sold, it would mean that the Western Mustang Fund had accepted defeat and admitted this loss, and his reputation would be further damaged.
"Why are you panicking?" Huang He said calmly, "Our fund doesn't have to settle until tomorrow. The settlement time is in August, which is still five months away. Everything is full of variables. You've just temporarily sold your oil futures. Who knows if this money won't be earned back in the future?"
"Yes! I was a bit impatient. In fact, as long as I follow your operations, boss, there's no reason why we wouldn't make our money back. We might even earn more than before!" Little Swift said with a smile, and then he didn't go back to the company. He directly ordered his subordinates by phone to sell the futures oil they held.
The talented graduates of Western Mustang Fund Company couldn't understand why Little Swift was selling at this time, because according to their experience. When a wave of decline slightly stopped, there would generally be a small buffer period, and the price would even rise slightly.
This was because in actual trading experience, declines were full of panic. When people sold stocks, they would lose their minds, which would cause the stock price to fall below its actual value in a sudden drop.
And when they calmed down, smart investors would buy back some stocks at the low point, so the stock price would slowly rise, which was the legendary bottom fishing.
The price of oil futures had dropped by $8 in the past two days, and just a few hours ago, the price of oil futures finally entered a slow recovery channel and rose by $0.24.
Although the number didn't seem high, precisely because it wasn't high, these talented graduates believed there was still considerable room for growth, and it was normal for the price to rise back by at least two dollars.
So, if the company wanted to sell, they should at least wait until the international oil price rose back to $29 and the company's investment losses were fully recovered.
They should never force a liquidation when the stock capital was still at a 3% loss. This would be a huge loss!
However, these talented graduates didn't try to persuade their boss, because they were all white, and Little Swift was too autocratic in fund operations. Although he might occasionally listen to some of their small suggestions, he never paid attention to them in the overall direction. He only treated them as tools to execute various trading operations. Naturally, they were too lazy to remind Little Swift, and even more eager than others to see the scene of Little Swift's stardom falling.
So they executed Little Swift's orders without hesitation. At the same time, precisely because it was the rebound period in the futures market, and the oil futures market was a vast market with over a trillion dollars in capital, with daily transactions reaching hundreds of billions of dollars.
Therefore, although $20 billion in futures was a huge scale, the market could still absorb it. So, after a day of operations, these crude oils were basically absorbed by the market, with an average price of $28, confirming a loss of about 3% for the fund.
And as Little Swift's operations continued, there was another round of ridicule within the circle. They believed that Little Swift had completely chickened out, and his myth would be completely over in less than a year.
"Be patient. It won't take long. Something big might happen at any second!" Seeing Little Swift's increasingly uncomfortable expression as he followed him, Huang He couldn't help but laugh.
Then Little Swift's secretary hurried to Little Swift's side and said, "Sir, urgent news. The President will hold a special press conference in three hours to announce important news to the whole world!"
"Okay, I know!" Little Swift nodded. Seeing Huang He's half-smile, his heart trembled. It seemed his boss had already predicted this press conference.
Three hours later, the President appeared on the television screen and announced exciting news to all the reporters present: Assam had been captured, and the war was completely over!
"He was actually captured!" Since Huang He didn't tell Little Swift his guess, Little Swift was extremely shocked when he heard the news.
He then thought of Boss Huang's operations just now and immediately opened the futures market trading system. As expected, the price of oil futures was plummeting, and more oil futures were being dumped crazily.
Some people even predicted online that with Assam's capture, the world would completely return to peace, and the price of oil might return to the level before the outbreak in 2001, which was $18 a barrel.
If this prediction came true, then the current international crude oil price would still fall by another $10, which was terrifying!
So Little Swift stared blankly as the international crude oil price continued to plummet... Because most of the market's crude oil demand had been met by Little Swift's $20 billion order before. Now, with the sudden emergence of more sell orders, there were very few enterprises with demand to absorb them.
Moreover, since everyone was bearish on the market, speculators were naturally unwilling to take over. The price of crude oil would definitely fall again, and it might even drop to $18 a barrel!
But no matter what, all those who had previously ridiculed Little Swift immediately shut up. Although the Western Mustang Fund was still at a loss, they had avoided the second, more fatal crisis. At least they had only lost 3% now, which was a very normal and acceptable loss.
Mr. Little Swift's intelligence seemed to have returned.