"No problem. Thanks to your good fortune, I’ve been invited to Shanghai’s official Lantern Festival gala. There goes another two days of rest!" Luo Lin complained.
"Hehe, but that’s a good thing. Why the long face, Dad?" Luofeng chuckled.
"Good thing? It’s nothing but trouble!" Luo Lin griped.
Luofeng quickly made his escape before Luo Lin had the chance to grumble any further.
Once in his bedroom, Luofeng saw a message from Tangya.
Tangya: I’ve received the form. As long as there’s no issue with it, I can finish processing it tomorrow morning. By the way, you went to some expense for me again today, thank you.
Luofeng: Don’t mention it, Aunty. Happy New Year.
Tangya: You too, Happy New Year.
Luofeng and Tangya didn’t chat much because patience is a virtue. And, as it happens, Luofeng possessed that quality.
After ending the chat with Tangya, Luofeng started to check out the international gold market.
The international gold market updates in real-time, twenty-four hours a day. Even for those trading in international spot gold, it’s a non-stop, 24-hour affair. And it operates on a T+0 basis. T+0 means you can open and close positions multiple times within the day, engage in two-way trading, and even short-sell.
The world’s second-largest market for easy exploitation supposedly operates under T+0 rules. However, in practice there, it means if you buy today, you can’t sell until the next trading day.
Luofeng didn’t want to comment on that. Anyway, his company definitely wouldn’t play in the world’s second-largest market for easy exploitation.
Just yesterday, gold prices were at 345 yuan per gram. This afternoon, it had fallen to 343 yuan.
According to the System’s information, on February 24th, the price was expected to surge up to 450 yuan per gram.
A continuous decline for now? Interesting.
Luofeng knew that the daily trading volume of international spot gold had reached 20 trillion US Dollars, making it impossible for any so-called manipulators to exist; this was not a market for easy exploitation. The international spot gold market was famously open and fair—an investment market where you happily accept wins and graciously accept losses.
But capital still found ways to influence the spot gold market.
Perhaps by manufacturing various kinds of public opinion and information?
Luofeng didn’t dwell on it too much and sent a message to two people in his company, "Chen Ping, Tong Tianlong, establish an FX account through our company!"
Chen Ping: Does Boss Luo want to enter the foreign exchange market?
Luofeng: First, set up the account, then move the funds from the U.S. stock market into the FX account. I’ll need it soon!
Chen Ping: All the funds?
Luofeng: Yes, pull all my personal funds back!
Of course, Luofeng was planning on making a big move. Because this time, the odds of winning were an incredible 99.99%. The possibility of failure was only one in ten thousand. With such odds, it was impossible to fail. So, why not take a shot?
Chen Ping: Understood. Received.
Luofeng: Let me know once it’s done.
Chen Ping: Got it!
「Next morning, at eight o’clock, more relatives continued to drop by, one after another.」
Luofeng was speechless. Indeed, in poverty, no one asks after you, but in wealth, even distant relatives find their way to your door. What’s more, their Luo Family was wealthy and lived right in the city.
Seeing each relative with their obsequious smiles, Luofeng found it all rather pointless and announced, "Dad, I’m dealing with some Jiamei business today. I’ll eat lunch and dinner out!"
Luo Lin didn’t insist and nodded, "Alright. Oh, and make sure you properly sort out that trouble you stirred up today!"
"Got it!" Luofeng nodded.
When Luofeng left the house, he first headed to Starbucks.
At Starbucks, Luofeng sent a message to Tangya.


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