As if cooperating with the capital bosses and insiders of the lighthouse countries, just after three o'clock, the Hanyuan Index suddenly stretched out a big positive line (which means rising).
This Yang line was pulled up extremely high. In just a few seconds, it exceeded the historical high and set a new record.
Seeing this scene, the capital bosses and insiders were even more happy and almost danced.
"A wonderful victory is coming!"
Old James cheered heartily, opened a bottle of champagne, shook it vigorously, and sprayed long foam into the sky.
As soon as he finished speaking, the big Yang line suddenly turned around and went straight down in a graceful posture like a diver.
Um?
When everyone saw this, their smiles suddenly froze.
"It's okay, the Han people are just dying."
Immediately, Old James said nonchalantly: "Let us appreciate their unwillingness and wailing before death."
Everyone yelled and smiled again.
On the other side, in a classical villa on the outskirts of Kyoto, a young man named Bai pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "Don't worry, the Han Dynasty must have run out of ammunition and food, and may still have the last one or two trillion in hand. It's just a fight to the death."
, in three minutes at most, they won’t be able to survive.”
"It turned out to be a false alarm."
The old man surnamed Huang and others suddenly looked at each other and smiled.
In the blink of an eye, a minute passed.
The market fell and then rose again.
Two minutes passed.
The market fell again.
Three minutes passed.
Markets are rising again.
"It's time to end."
Old James held the wine glass, raised it high, and drank it down with a smile.
"What a perfect Yang line."
At the same time, the old man surnamed Huang sighed, picked up the steaming tea cup and took a sip.
However, the next moment, the Yang line turned around again and turned sharply downward.
Poof! The wine and tea in the mouths of old James and the old man named Huang spurted out at the same time.
The smiles on the faces of the capital bosses gradually solidified.
The faces of the moles also changed.
In the hall, a tall and muscular white-headed man took out his mobile phone: "What's going on?
Haven’t the Han people’s money been lost yet?”
"Mr. Wilson, we don't know either. Judging from the transaction statistics, up to now, the Han people have sent out 64 trillion Han yuan, but their funds have not been exhausted. They are still sending out the highest single amount and amount allowed by the rules."
Compete with us at the fastest transaction speed.”
A somewhat uneasy voice came from the trader on the phone: "Sir, we now have less than 600 billion yuan of funds left. If the Han people continue to maintain this trading offensive, our funds will be exhausted in ten minutes at most."
It will run out.”
The white-headed man looked stern: "I understand."
He put down the phone and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little quiet. When he looked up, he saw that other capital tycoons had stopped moving and looked at him, with deep worries and shock on their faces.
Apparently, they all heard the call.
"Why do the Han people still have funds?"
A brown-haired man asked.
No one answered.
Because no one knows.
"Stake all our wealth on it."
After the atmosphere froze for a few seconds, Old James suddenly said decisively.
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Are you crazy?
James!"
A middle-aged man shouted: "We bet all our money. If we lose, we will fall into a bottomless abyss and never have a chance to turn around. We are investors, not gamblers, and we cannot take such risks."
Old James asked back: "If we don't bet all our wealth, if we lose, won't we fall into the bottomless abyss?"
The middle-aged man said nothing and his face was gloomy.
Old James said: "From the moment we planned to attack the Han Yuan, there was no way out. If we lose this battle, we will not only suffer heavy losses, but the international currency status of the Lighthouse Yuan will also be greatly reduced, and we will no longer be able to compete in the future.
Han Dynasty.
What's more, the Han Kingdom will definitely retaliate, and we have no power to fight back. We can only get worse and worse under their continuous attacks until we are completely bankrupt. Do you want this situation?"
Everyone looked stern.
Old James said firmly: "And I think the Han people's funds must have been wiped out.
They are now engaging in psychological warfare with us!"
Psychological warfare?
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
The white-headed man asked: "Old James, can you make it clearer what psychological warfare means?"
Old James said: "Don't forget, the Han Dynasty is a country with poisonous talents. In other words, their leaders have huge power and can seize the people's wealth by force when a crisis comes or when necessary."
"This is why the Han people have clearly exhausted their national reserves, but they can still find the funds to fight against us."
"But this kind of plundering method is destined to not collect much wealth. I'm sure that the Han Dynasty is also trying to support it now, and their money will soon be used up."
"But the more this happens, the more they have to show that they are wealthy, I am not short of money, I can spend it with you, to confuse and scare us."
"If we are afraid, think that we have misanalyzed their national reserves, or feel that there are risks, and decide to exit in order to save capital, it will be equivalent to falling into the Han people's scheme."
"So, we must never let the Han people succeed. It is just the darkness before dawn. The dawn of victory is about to come. If we retreat at this time, we will definitely regret it in the future!"
"To show that I am not inciting everyone, I, old James, will be the first to bet all my wealth and fight the Han people to the end!"
Having said this, Old James took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and then said: "All reserve funds, not a penny will be left, buy the Han Yuan Index!"
When everyone saw this, their expressions were suddenly shocked.
"Old James makes sense. Since he said so and set an example, what else can we say? Let's follow along."
"That's right, we here can collect at least five trillion lighthouse yuan out of our wealth. I don't believe it. No matter how powerful the Han people are, they can still collect money from the people in just ten minutes.
Do you want tens of trillions of Chinese yuan?"
"I agree with what James Lao said. This is psychological warfare. We know the Han people's bottom line, but they don't know ours. If we still lose, then we are too incompetent."
Everyone agreed, made phone calls, and invested all their wealth in the Han Yuan Index.
On the other side, in the classical manor on the outskirts of Kyoto, the moles could not sit still.
"The market situation after three o'clock is completely different from what was analyzed. What's going on?"
The old man surnamed Huang looked at the young man surnamed Bai with a gloomy face.
The other moles also looked bad.
They didn't understand finance and had no traders to report the situation in a timely manner. They thought there was something wrong with the analysis of the young man surnamed Bai.