"Insect", sneered cousin Hu. "Rodent", cried nephew Lu. "Strangle him", snarled saintly aunt Su. "But that's how its supposed to work"' sniveled a beleaguered Ming as he backed into a corner. "The effect of all positive news on the share price must be promptly crushed. All hope must be lost. Retail must be reduced to despair. Only when capitulation occurs can the price be allowed to rise. Retail is born to buy high, sell low and buy high yet again. This is how Wall Street trading desks and hedge funds make money", intoned Ming as he begged his dysfunctional family to hold on.Only reluctantly does granduncle Fong put away the bamboo splints and grudgingly allow the lowly Ming to continue to pollute the Family gene pool at least until interim.
Aug 1, 2008
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