Chapter 837 Hyenas Come for the Smell of Blood! (First Update!)

18 Broadway Street in New York City is the trading center of New York and the largest financial trading center in the world.

Here, hundreds of billions of dollars pass through here every day, going to companies and projects in need.

Across the street is the craziest place in the world, Wall Street.

Here, there are countless investment banks, countless investors, and countless people who want to attract investment.

This is the vane of global finance. What is said and the news revealed here can easily affect the investment trend of global finance.

Every one of the people living here counts, even if they are all killed, the knife will be red, and they are all standing for justice.

In the office building of the Atomic Foundation, a group of financial managers sat around a small tea table, enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.

"I talked with Franklin, who is engaged in real estate, some time ago. His ideals are full and his actions are very solid. Many people are willing to invest. I have attracted him several venture capital investments, and the returns are not bad. There will be more this year. After more than a month, I think I can rest."

"I envy you. I have been resting on my laurels in the past two years. If I hadn't acquired a handful of baht with Soros in 1997, I wouldn't even be able to pay the property tax on my house now."

"Sniping a country's currency can only depend on luck and the information from the big guys. If the big guys are willing to take you, you can make a little money. If the big guys don't want to take you, wait until you get in. By the time, the day lilies were cold.”

"By the way, do you have any good investment directions next?"

"According to my observation, sexism will be easy to make money in the next few years, especially for women. Are you interested?"

"Have a go!"

"Then it's settled. I'll sort out the plan and we'll talk about it later."

"Hey, there was a mess in South Korea some time ago. It's a pity that we didn't receive the news in advance. If we received the news, we would go in and make a wave of Korean won in advance. We should be in Hawaii by now."

"I told you, you have to be led by a big boss..."

Before the words were finished, a rapid knock on the door and footsteps sounded outside the door. The door was suddenly pushed open. The person in charge of the foundation suddenly appeared outside the door, holding the door with his right hand and facing the people in the room. A group of people shouted:

"I just received the news that a member of the Japanese cabinet was assassinated and the entire army was wiped out in one day."

A simple sentence, like thunder, exploded in the ears of this group of financial managers.

Their smiling faces just now became extremely frightened in an instant, but after the moment of fright, they were filled with ecstasy that could no longer be suppressed.

A country's cabinet members were wiped out.

Then there will be a power vacuum after their death. If there is a power vacuum, there will be people fighting for power.

In the process of fighting for power and profit, these people will not pay attention to what is going on in the financial market. Even if someone pays attention, someone who can control the situation needs to stand up and raise his arms and shout, so that the rest will listen to him.

But it was clear that there was not enough time.

Wanting to understand this, these financial managers jumped up from their chairs one by one and rushed to the door and their respective offices.

To go short, you must short the yen severely!

Make a fortune before the Japanese government reacts.

In 1997, Soros attacked the Thai baht. The Thai royal family tried its best to stabilize the baht.

Now, Japan cannot use all its strength.

Not long after, these fishy-smelling hyenas sat in front of the computer, holding the phone in their left and right hands, and began to borrow money.

Borrow Japanese yen, borrow Japanese yen like crazy.

Sell ​​at a high price, then buy when the price is low, and pay back the money.

It was only when they started the actual operation that they suddenly discovered that someone had already started before them.

The terrifying amount of money left them dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! Where did this god come from? They actually took out 40 billion U.S. dollars of Japanese yen and threw it down? What are they going to do?"

"And there are more than one share. You see, the data shows that there are a total of four forces here that are smashing the Japanese yen. One share is worth 40 billion U.S. dollars, one share is 30 billion U.S. dollars, and one share is worth 50 billion U.S. dollars. Even the smallest share is worth 50 billion U.S. dollars. 20 billion US dollars.”

"Where does this power come from? Soros?"

"It's not Soros. Soros doesn't have that much face. He only spent a few billion dollars to attack the Thai baht. Thailand's official budget only spent a total of more than 10 billion U.S. dollars. But look at it now. It's just the official funds." There are more than 100 billion.”

"Are these people crazy? If I remember correctly, Japan's U.S. dollar foreign exchange reserves at the end of December 2004 were only over 800 billion, and they actually directly transferred more than 100 billion in funds!"

"Hurry up, hurry up and eat meat. They are going to smash Japan this time. If Japan bails out the market, the more than 800 billion US dollars in foreign exchange reserves in their hands will definitely be exhausted."

"If we don't choose to rescue the market, Japan will die!"

"Quick, quick, quick, borrow funds quickly, rush in, if you move slower, they will eat up all the meat."

The financial managers of the Atomic Foundation went completely crazy at this moment. They began to frantically call on their connections, find ways to raise funds, and then invest them all.

In addition to them, there are more foundations and more financial managers who are allocating funds even more crazily.

Within a few hours, several more funds appeared on the market. Following those big funds, they quietly shorted the U.S. dollar. Although it was not as good as those few large funds, it could still be regarded as a small knife, which could steadily make money. Take a stab.

Washington, D.C., White House.

Odebiao sat in the spacious office, holding his head with his left hand and dragging the mouse with his right hand, casually watching the news on the computer monitor.

Hundreds of billions of dollars were poured into the Japanese yen. This was a rare event that happened once in a century. He, the president of America, would naturally pay attention to it.

After watching the news for a while, and then the Japanese yen exchange rate, he turned his head and looked at the chief of staff next to him:

“How much money can we make this time?”

The chief of staff counted on his fingers, raised his head, and said without hesitation: "Based on the promises of those people, you can probably get about 200 million US dollars this time."

After a pause for two seconds, the chief of staff added: "It's a pure $200 million."

"The money will be transferred to the foundation in my wife's name and will be controlled by the foundation. There will be a dedicated person at the IRS to handle it, so there won't be any trouble."

Hearing that there would be no trouble, Odebiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes fell back on the computer screen again. Looking at the news that was refreshed on the computer screen, he frowned and spoke again:

"Wouldn't it be unethical for us to do this?"

"There's nothing authentic or not." The chief of staff shook his head gently, helping Odebiao get rid of his worries. Perhaps he was afraid that the other party would have such thoughts again, and then added:

"Japan is a country that has always been afraid of power but not moral."

"It's like a person suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. The more you beat him, the more dependent he becomes on you. If you give him a good look, he will kick his nose in the face."

"Just like back then, they had been clamoring to use the entire Tokyo real estate to buy the entire America."

"After taking a punch from us, they moved their targets to other places, in Africa and in South America, buying land like crazy."

"Now, stab them, eat their meat, drink their blood, and give them a long memory."

The words of the chief of staff completely eliminated the last bit of sympathy in Oudebiao's heart, and he focused on the US$200 million that belonged to him.

That's cash, not real estate or assets.

That's $200 million in cash.

That's a lot of money.

For the sake of $200 million, he decided to do something.

After searching on the Internet for a while, he found some corresponding ways that normal countries should handle this situation.

After reading these handling methods, he reached out to the chief of staff next to him:

"You send a note to Japan, saying that I am very sympathetic to their plight and want to meet with them. Ask them to send two people over within 12 hours to meet with me."

The chief of staff stood nearby. Hearing these sudden words, his head was stunned for a moment. The next second, his stunned expression dissipated and turned into a sinister smile.

He gave Odebiao a thumbs up, then turned and left to deliver the message.

Meanwhile, London.

London is 5 hours ahead of New York.

When those forces started to smash the market crazily, the old gentlemen in London were having afternoon tea.

By the time they received the news and got together to sort it out, it was already night.

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The rooftop of Prince William's luxurious castle.

A group of old British gentlemen were wrapped in thick cashmere coats and wide-brimmed bowler hats. They held civilized sticks in their hands and looked at the computer screen in front of them in a daze.

After a long time, another old man turned around and looked behind him:

"William, do you know where these more than 100 billion funds came from?"

"I don't know!" The person called William is Prince William.

At this moment, he was also dressed as an old gentleman. After responding, he raised his hand and touched the single-sided glasses hanging on the right through his gloves.

Frowning, he spoke in a low voice: "I don't know where their funds come from, and I don't know which bold guys are lending them funds."

"But I know very well that Japan is doomed this time."

"Next, there may be another financial storm in Asia, and Asia's financial landscape may have to be reshuffled."

"I'm going to die and make a small profit. Is there anyone willing to accompany me?"

After saying what he wanted to say, Prince William looked at the old men, but the old men next to him smiled faintly and did not answer.

After a while, without receiving a response, Prince William stood up alone, leaned on his civilization stick, hummed an unknown song, and walked out of the private room.

After he left, others also left one after another.

Soon, more than 4 billion pounds of capital also joined the carnival.

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Hong Kong.

As China's external display window, the most indispensable thing here is various investors and people who want to get rich overnight.

They are always looking for opportunities and trying to increase their assets.

At the same time, they will not give up any opportunity.

On the top floor of the Xiangjiang Peninsula Hotel next to the Xiangjiang Exchange, a group of people wearing suits and slicked-back hair, who at first glance knew they were not easy to mess with, were sitting upright on small benches like students, and then looked eagerly ahead. large display.

A dozen green lines were displayed on the huge display screen. The green lines were beating crazily like a person's heart rate.

But it is different from the heart rate, because the heart rate fluctuates back and forth around a normal line, and these dozen green lines are always falling downwards.

These dozen green lines are the exchange rate of the Japanese yen against the world's mainstream currencies.

Looking at the falling exchange rate, the group of people in front of the big screen couldn't help but take a breath.

They are all people I have met before, and many of them even participated in the Soros sniper attack on the Thai baht and made a fortune from it.

But at this moment, they had no idea of ​​following.

"This tmd is too scary. Who did the Japanese offend? With so much money coming to throw at it, I can't even imagine how low the yen will be after this incident in Japan."

"My heart is so tired! The last time I was so powerless was the last time. I really want to make money."

"You're farting!"

"Where did these people come from? How could they take out so much money? Isn't this all the money from the big banks in America?"

"That's not the case. This is the real hidden family."

"Added to more than 100 billion U.S. dollars, this amount of money... I only dared to dream about this amount before."

"Why don't our family pool some money together and join us?"

"Follow me, do you want to die? They have information, and they know when to sell out and when to buy in. If you follow blindly without any information, you are looking for death."

"Forget it, I'll wait for the exchange to open and go do other things in Japan..."

"Yes, we can wait for the exchange to open and then deal with Japanese stocks!"

"Damn it, when you said this, I remembered it and quickly moved the funds to the Tokyo Stock Exchange, the New York Stock Exchange and the London Stock Exchange, and prepared to snipe at the stocks of Japanese companies."

"No! Why is no one targeting Japanese companies' stocks? Isn't there any movement on the New York Stock Exchange?"

"Not yet. If we join in, maybe we will be..."

"Don't add it, don't go in, I feel like there's something fishy in there..."

"With so much money pouring into the Japanese yen, how is it possible that no one is keeping an eye on the stocks? No one is touching the stocks now. Maybe they are just fishing for small fish like us. We must not go in."

"Yes, you must not go in. I have to go home and tell that damn old woman of mine not to mess around."

"I have to go find some big guys and ask. Goodbye, I'm leaving first."

"I'm leaving first too..."

"Together together..."

Within a few minutes, all the people on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel had left, leaving only the howling wind at night, mixed with the faint smell of the sea, blowing through the roof.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen funds were transferred from Xiangjiang to New York.

Before the arrival of these dozen funds, several foundations that frequently entered and exited the New York Stock Exchange opened several more accounts for their members.