Chapter 66: Squeezing water out of the desert!

The subsequent meeting yielded no good trading opportunities.
The market remained stagnant, volatility was incredibly low, and nobody knew how long this abysmal market would last.
The new employees, however, put in a lot of effort, racking their brains and offering a flurry of opinions.
But frankly, their skills were just so-so.
No major flaws, but nothing particularly impressive either.
However, it was clear they were genuinely trying, wanting to make a good impression on their new leader and contribute to the team.
“Alright, everyone, warm-up over, let’s get to work!”
The meeting ended, and Su Hao gave the order; the intense real-world trading officially began!
However, when everyone returned to their workstations and opened their trading software, they were all stunned.
The trading interface before them was completely different from what they were used to doing in the A-share market.
The forex trading interface is a dazzling array of unfamiliar charts, data, and buttons, with a bewildering array of currency pairs.
This is a 24/7, globally largest, and most liquid financial slaughterhouse—a veritable "perpetual motion machine"!
Throwing five billion into this bottomless ocean, while it might not leave an indelible mark, it certainly won't cause a significant ripple.
The real problem is that this market's volatility is already frustrating enough, but in this exceptional period of global economic stagnation, it's down to an appallingly low level!
Of course, with five billion in capital, even a mere 1% profit a day would still amount to fifty million in pure profit!
The scale of profits this is vastly different from before; just thinking about it is exhilarating!
Conversely, if you're unlucky and lose even 1%, that's another 50 million in cash gone down the drain, without a trace!
This kind of hellish situation, where tens of millions can evaporate every second, is enough to make your heart race.
It made these newly arrived "rookies" feel their palms sweating and their legs trembling!
"Li Huilin," Su Hao's voice suddenly rang out, clear and calm, breaking the silence in the office,
"You first establish a position in US dollars. Position... around one billion!"
"Ah? Oh! Yes! Mr. Su!"
Li Huilin jumped, her fingers almost slipping on the keyboard, nearly dropping the mouse, and frantically began operating.
Without even an adjustment period or a buffer time, Su Hao's instructions came like a machine gun.
Starting with Li Huilin, the others followed suit, and Su Hao directed his team to invest a certain amount of funds into their respective foreign exchange currencies.
'This seems... Mr. Su intends to... hold a large position and then sit back and wait for the currency to appreciate?' Li Huilin wondered.
No, that doesn't seem like it! Absolutely not!
Based on her understanding of Su Hao, this freakish man, once he starts trading, unless the sun rises in the west, he would never hold onto a single position for long—that's an old lady's game!
His style has always been fast, accurate, and ruthless!
And sure enough!
"Li Huilin, sell and close the position!"
A moment later, Su Hao's emotionless voice rang out again.
"Yes, Mr. Su!"
The entire "Top Investment Department" office presented a strange yet highly efficient scene:
Besides Su Hao's calm, almost ruthless command, only the employees' synchronized responses of "Yes!", "Understood!", and "Received!" could be heard.
Other than that, there was not a single other sound.
"..."
Time ticked by, and no one knew how much time had passed.
Even though the central air conditioning in the office was running like crazy, blowing cold air,
everyone was sweating profusely, their backs soaked through.
Everyone's nerves were taut with tension, all their attention fixed on Su Hao's voice, which sounded like a death knell.
Was this operation... a profit or a loss?
How much profit...? How much loss?
These "tools" naturally had no way of knowing the specifics.
But one thing was crystal clear to everyone—
What their boss, Su, was doing right now was...
squeezing the last drop of moisture from a sponge that was as dry as it could possibly be!
That's right, squeezing!
Scraping oil from a mosquito's leg!
Squeezing water from a crack in a rock!
And all this time, in this damned, almost completely stagnant "zombie market"!
This was practically going against the entire market environment!
It was defying the heavens!!
***
"Ah, um... hello everyone!"
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open.
The ten new faces that Su Hao had mentioned before, the ones who "only come to work in the evening," walked in, looking completely bewildered, like a group of Tang Sanzang who had stumbled into a spider's web.
Upon seeing them, Su Hao's face instantly lit up with a bright smile, and he greeted them enthusiastically:
"Oh, everyone's here? Please come in!
Quickly, everyone, get to your positions, find your seats, and get into battle mode, ready to take over and begin the transaction!
As for the rest of you..."
He paused, then changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the "day shift" members who had been working tirelessly for hours, now utterly exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes, as if their very energy had been drained.
"...You can prepare to go home! Everyone worked hard today, and your performance was fantastic! Go back and rest well, and continue the battle tomorrow!"
"Ah...Yes! Mr. Su!"
The "day shift" members felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Each one, dragging their utterly drained bodies, glanced with complicated emotions at the ten energetic, clueless newcomers, and silently packed their things.
The ten new employees looked at their team members—emaciated, seemingly just recovered from the Iraq War, their souls drained…
They all wore the complex expression of "an old man on the subway looking at his phone," their faces full of confusion and bewilderment as they exchanged bewildered glances.
But the day shift members knew in their hearts that these guys would understand soon enough.
A sudden realization struck Li Huilin—a bolt of lightning had struck her! She finally understood!
'So, bringing these ten people in at night was a plan to operate in two shifts, 24/7!
They're trying to stir up this stagnant pool into a raging storm!
This isn't squeezing a sponge dry; it's squeezing water out of the Sahara Desert!'
This isn't some "top-tier investment department";
It's clearly a "human limits training camp!"
A thought quietly rose in Li Huilin's mind,
'Then... what about President Su himself? When does he rest?'
She subconsciously glanced up at Su Hao not far away.
Most of the "day shift" members looked like they'd stepped out of their bodies, half-dead.
However...
Su Hao's excessively youthful face showed no sign of fatigue; instead, his eyes shone brightly, gleaming with an almost frenzied excitement!
A faint smile even played at the corners of his lips, and he radiated an indescribable, almost eerie, boundless energy!
Like a shark that had caught the scent of blood, finally awaiting its moment to feast!