"How's the record?"

Wan Guoqiang said disdainfully: "The futures market doesn't recognize any relatives. If you invest money, you will make a profit, and you will lose if you lose. He has a godfather, but those major institutions are all involved in a wide range of things, so who is he? Listen?

He said that there were four or five traders around him, but he still lost a lot of money earned in the past few years... As for futures, the more you lose, the more unwilling you are. You have to get it back with red eyes. No one can stop in time...

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"I heard a follower next to him, who is tall and thin and looks like a telegraph pole, bragging that Xu Wei invited a futures master from the south this time. He entered the market yesterday morning, invested 3 million, and made 160

Wan. Is it true?"

"I really don't know this...but I know the tall and thin guy you mentioned. His name is Sun Zhuo, the senior dog-legger around Xu Wei. If he said it, I guess he can't be wrong."

Wan Guoqiang said: "But you only entered the market yesterday, you are not a good expert? All the indicators of the market the day before yesterday predicted that it would open higher yesterday, and there is a high probability that the increase of the previous trading day will continue. This is obviously a sign of joy.

, the herd mentality of chasing the rise and killing the fall, made this fake master take a gamble. If you really want to be great, you have to be like Mr. Lin, and you have to enter the market at least on Thursday..."

Lin Baiyao ignored Wan Guoqiang's rainbow fart and said: "Mr. Wan, please find a way to find out the origin of the futures master next to Xu Wei. The man named Sun Zhuo is eloquent and has no city government. Starting from him, it should be very good."

A good breakthrough."

Wan Guoqiang said: "Mr. Lin is asking what this person is doing?"
Chapter completed!