Chapter 5: Stud Poker is a Kind of Wisdom
Crazy, crazy!
This guy is crazy!
Buffett looked at Zhu Xianhai as if he were a fool, and then said.
"Sir, do you know what you are doing?"
"It's okay. I like excitement. Small fights don't suit my personality. In futures trading, the greater the risk, the higher the profit!"
Zhu Xianhai smiled.
Are all Chinese people such a big gambler?
Is All-in a kind of wisdom?
This... seems to make some sense.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in Buffett's mind.
"Etc., etc!"
Buffett grabbed Zhu Xianhai and his tone sounded a little nervous.
"You, you don't have any news!"
This, this is just a coincidence.
After a moment's silence, Buffett felt that this seemed unlikely, so he hesitated and tried again.
"Did you hear anything from Major Bellucci?"
Looking at Zhu Xianhai, Buffett's heart suddenly clenched into a ball.
God can testify that he bought tens of thousands of pesos worth of short wool futures, and even added leverage!
If, if, anything unexpected happens, he will go bankrupt.
Major Bellucci is a big shot, maybe he has some inside information.
"What?"
Zhu Xianhai turned his head and looked at him and said.
"Major Bellucci? Miss Bellucci and I just met today."
"Ah? We just met, uh... that's good, that's good..."
Buffett let out a long sigh of relief and continued.
"Then why did you buy it when it went up, and why did you go all in?"
"Hmm, this...?"
Recalling the guy's distraught look after the car accident, Zhu Xianhai pursed his lips and said.
"Just now, you said that today's wool market is completely falling. The output, the weather, and so on, seem to have been determined. But what if, what if there are other reasons?"
"Other reasons? What reasons?"
Buffett's expression froze.
"This... there can't be any other reason?"
"Who knows?"
Zhu Xianhai shrugged casually.
"Like you said, stud poker is a kind of wisdom . If I bet right, I can get a return of more than ten times, or even dozens of times. Even if I don't bet right, it's only a few hundred pesos."
In fact, Zhu Xianhai really didn’t care how much money he could make this time. After all, the most important thing for him was to use these 300 pesos to verify one thing - that the life simulation was real.
It’s just all in!
We are now living in 1860, and with our knowledge that is ahead of our time, it doesn't matter whether we have the 300 pesos or not.
Besides, he is also Malena’s creditor. If all else fails, he can just hold on to her long legs. Those legs... are enough for him... No, maybe they will be his long-term meal ticket.
"Well……"
Buffett nodded, not quite understanding.
"that's all?"
"What else can I do?"
He looked at Zhu Xianhai , just stood there blankly and let him leave.
Stud is a kind of wisdom.
Is this... what I said?
"Buffett, have you heard? Just now, a fool was bullish on wool and bought several hundred pesos of wool futures."
A guy walked up to him and said.
"You should be able to make a lot of money this time."
"Well……"
Is this a coincidence?
Buffett stared at the wool quotes on the blackboard, feeling uneasy.
“…”
"Well, Anthony, do you think the price of wool will really go up?"
"What? Impossible. Everything proves that it will definitely fall. That is, wool will be put on the market in large quantities in the next two days, and its price will definitely not rise..."
Tony asked, looking at his friend.
"Why, why do you think of asking this?"
"No, nothing."
Buffett shook his head and looked at Zhu Xianhai standing there. He really couldn't understand why this guy made this judgment.
And still so confident!
…
Waiting is always anxious. Standing in the trading hall, Zhu Xianhai quietly waited for the result.
Could that simulation be a prophecy of life?
He doesn't know.
But everything seems to be pointing to this.
The exchange was extremely lively at this time. In this era without the Internet, if you wanted to trade futures, you could only go to the exchange in person. Speculators from all over the world kept an eye on the prices of some stocks, buying and selling from time to time. In the telegraph room next to it, there was a constant beeping sound, and there would always be someone calling out someone's name. Those who received the telegram would also quickly buy and sell.
Suddenly, a scream was heard in the telegraph room.
"Mapuche! Gentlemen, Juan Garifuguza led more than 10,000 Mapuche thugs to attack our farms on the prairie. Hundreds of farms were attacked, and millions of sheep and a large amount of wool were looted..."
What!
The shouting from the telegraph office quieted the noisy stock exchange. At that moment, everyone was stunned.
"It's over, we're done..."
Countless people were shouting in despair, but their cries could not stop the spread of the news.
When news of the Mapuche invasion spread, the price of sheep wool skyrocketed.
…
But in just half an hour, the price went back to its original price.
Naturally, there was widespread wailing in the exchange. Those who were willing to go all in like Buffett all looked at the skyrocketing wool prices with despair.
Futures trading in this era is crazy.
It can send people to heaven in an instant, or send them to hell in an instant.
It’s really gone up!
Zhu Xianhai's mood at this moment was a mixture of shock and surprise, and surprise and excitement. At this moment, he even wanted to howl out loud.
This golden finger is really a golden finger!
His heart was like a thousand horses galloping!
As a time traveler, he possesses a golden finger that can simulate the future.
This is definitely a magical weapon that can change your destiny!
Buffett, who was standing nearby and who had been like a life mentor, telling him patiently and encouragingly an hour ago that he should be brave enough to go all in in life, now had a changeable expression, and his look was even a little distorted.
Anyone can read two words from his expression - fear!
The sun shines on Zhu Xianhai's face, and the corners of his lips gradually rise...
Looking at Buffett's pale face, Zhu Xianhai patted him on the shoulder and said.
"Cherish life and stay away from the stock market..."
Cried!
At this moment, tears flowed from Buffett's eyes.
He suddenly burst into tears.
Fear and terror. At this moment, Buffett's mood was different from that of other people. He was terrified to the extreme, even more terrified than other people.
"Oh, God!"
Suddenly, Buffett hugged Zhu Xianhai and burst into tears.
Zhu Xianhai felt helpless being hugged by a crying man in public.
"A speck of dust from the times, when it falls on a person's head, becomes a mountain..."
This poor guy was crushed to death...
All in is a kind of wisdom...the problem is, not everyone has that kind of brain!
wisdom?
What a joke, they all think they are the stock god Buffett.
In the end, everyone became leeks!
