Chapter 468: The feasibility of shorting Tesla

In the business class cabin.

When Xu Qingzhou woke up in a daze, he suddenly noticed that his shoulder was a bit heavy. Turning his head, he noticed that the school beauty Song was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

He looked at his phone; only 35 minutes had passed since he went to sleep.

Her chin was round and delicate like white jade, but looking closely, one could find two dark red marks on her exquisite neck. Although they were carefully covered up with concealer, they could still be found to be inconsistent with the fair skin around them.

The school beauty Song was still so beautiful when she was asleep, with exquisite features, and under her straight nose were rosy lips, making people want to kiss her.

At this time, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She was probably woken up by his movements just now.

Xu Qingzhou sat still.

Song Yao made a vague babbling sound, adjusted her posture slightly, hugged his arm, and her breathing soon calmed down.

Xu Qingzhou smiled helplessly and took the tablet on the small table in front of Song Yao.

Half an hour passed.

Song Yao woke up, sleepy-eyed.

A few strands of playful hair were scattered beside her ears, dancing with the wind of the air conditioner, having a messy beauty.

Simply put, she was frizzy.

Xu Qingzhou helped her tidy up her hair and wrap it behind her ears.

Song Yao didn't move either, very much liking the feeling of him helping her tidy up her hair when she woke up.

The most precious thing was that, perhaps because she had just woken up and her consciousness hadn't fully awakened, there was a bit of confusion in her expression, which was rare for the cold school beauty Song.

Xu Qingzhou thought of something, took out his phone, and before Song Yao could react, "click-click" took two photos.

"Xu Qingzhou!"

Song Yao came back to her senses, clenched her fists, and was about to beat him up.

"We're on a plane, pay attention to the influence!"

"Delete it!"

Song Yao whispered and shouted.

"Actually, it's very beautiful." Xu Qingzhou showed the photos to Song Yao.

"..."

Song Yao spat in her heart.

It was already frizzy, beautiful my ghost!

She discovered that this guy seemed to have a strange liking for her messy appearance.

Xu Qingzhou defended very strictly. Seeing that she couldn't grab the phone, Song Yao glared at him and didn't want to grab it anymore. Anyway, Xu Qingzhou had seen her when she was even more "miserable."

She drank some water to refresh herself, preparing to continue looking at the short-selling materials just now.

Xu Qingzhou handed the tablet to Song Yao, rubbing his somewhat sore arm: "Little Song, you said you wouldn't sleep, but your mouth says no, yet your body is very honest."

"Sleeping is contagious."

Song Yao said expressionlessly, throwing the pot to Xu Qingzhou. Usually at home, when Song Yao went to sleep at night, he would also have the desire to sleep... well, sometimes it was because his lewdness awakened.

He shook his head and took the manuscript on the small table: "Shorting Tesla, you plan to do research in this area?"

"Mm, I think it's quite interesting, I want to take a look."

Song Yao raised her chin.

The essence of the short-selling strategy was a reverse investment mechanism that earned the difference by predicting the decline in asset prices, borrowing and selling at a high price, and then buying back at a low price to return.

The financial game of capital was played around like this.

Maybe this was why she liked finance; as long as one found the rules or bugs, one could be in control, using a small amount of money to pry ten or even a hundred times the funds.

"I can help."

Xu Qingzhou volunteered. After simply looking at the strategy just now, the amount of calculation was quite large.

"No reward?"

Song Yao pursed her lips. Last time this guy helped with the model, when she was Professor Song...

Pfft, cheap.

Xu Qingzhou covered his chest and sighed: "Song Yao, you actually suspect your husband like this, I'm very sad."

Song Yao didn't pay attention to this person and focused on the tablet.

She really wanted to try. Although she couldn't really take out several hundred million to short, she could conduct data simulation, and could also take the opportunity to write another SCI paper.

Shorting Tesla was not a fantasy; on the contrary, it had very strong feasibility.

Because of the complex interweaving of market dynamics, technological gaps, regulatory lag, and participant behavior heterogeneity, the perfection of the modern financial system had not completely eliminated short-selling loopholes.

To put it another way, the "perfection" of the modern financial system was a dynamic balance rather than a static end point. Apart from problems in technology, regulation, etc., the existence of short-selling loopholes was a necessary cost of market efficiency.

The financial world was looking for Pareto optimality between market vitality and fairness, rather than pursuing a utopia without any loopholes.

Xu Qingzhou sighed for a long time, not discouraged, the trouble of having a girlfriend who was too smart.

This girl actually knew everything.

Many times, she was just watching him act here, and then, according to the situation on the spot, decided whether to give him a punch, or play along and pretend to be a "victim" to let him get his way.

Finally, of course, it was to shift the blame to him, saying things like "the pervert is Xu Qingzhou, what does it have to do with me, Song Yao" and so on, self-comforting.

Hmph, self-deception, childish.

He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, the cold school beauty Song also had such a childish side.

By the window, Song Yao found that Xu Qingzhou hadn't moved for a long time, turned her head to look, and saw this guy laughing foolishly, and she shook her head.

Stupid Xu Qingzhou didn't know what strange things he was thinking about again.

After sighing, Xu Qingzhou didn't waste time either, and took out his computer.

The report file for August 2nd was already done.

The project application had already passed, and next, it was the most important link—recruiting troops and buying horses.

He opened the computer, preparing to write the recruitment information.

In fact, according to the current materials, he could independently complete most of the work...

The only thing was that it wasn't feasible in terms of time.

Just like the experiment of the spatial walk-off quantum optical frequency comb compression characteristics he did before, he needed Senior Sister Ren Xiaoling to help guard the experiment.

No matter how one looked at it, he definitely needed manpower to help.

In academia, there were only a few common ways to recruit teams.

Targeted talent hunting in the academic circle, inviting scholars he knew, or setting up recruitment booths at top academic conferences, or publishing job information on professional academic platforms, such as the American Vacuum Society and the IEEE Superconductivity Committee.

Xu Qingzhou didn't want to be so troublesome, and still planned to go through MIT's internal platform, publishing job information on MIT's official recruitment platform, Handshake.

However, he still planned to publish the information after returning from Rio de Janeiro.

The International Congress of Mathematicians held every four years, he didn't want to be distracted to pay attention to recruitment information.

Next was a long-distance flight of about 10 hours.

Fortunately, there were two people, so it wasn't that boring. If he was really bored to death, he would tease the school beauty Song, and then be pressed and beaten a few times.

At 5:30 PM local time, they arrived in Rio de Janeiro and got on the shuttle bus to the Riocentro Convention Center.

Register and report first, and at 7:00 PM, the two went directly to the Rio Marriott Hotel near the convention center.

Five-star hotel, the environment naturally went without saying.

Song Yao was busier than Xu Qingzhou. As soon as she arrived at the hotel, she opened her computer to write the report for Professor Morton, thinking about finishing it quickly, squeezing out time to continue researching short-selling methods.

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