Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

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"A bunch of crap, raise the price right now. Right now."

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"Damn it, you didn't even eat. Believe it or not, I fired you?"

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People in the arena involuntarily.

Under Murray MacLehose's hysterical yelling and insults, the traders present could only continue to pick up the phone and tap the keyboard to execute the order.

4127. 1.8895, buy $10 million

4127.1.8955, buy $10 million.

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1.8958BUY30

1.8968BUY30

1.8978BUY30

a stroke,

two strokes

Three strokes

With tens of millions of US dollars being bought aggressively in the market, the selling of sterling in the spot market in the Asian market has finally been curbed, and the downward trend like a waterfall is like an upside-down fishhook, with an extra hook.

1.8976!

Seeing that the pound has finally stabilized in the market, Murray MacLehose finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhang. How much money did we use just now?"

"One and a half billion dollars."

1.5 billion U.S. dollars, it took a full 1.5 billion U.S. dollars.

Hearing this number, Murray MacLehose's heart almost bleeds.

The Hong Kong dollar, the token of the US dollar.

Since the equivalent U.S. dollar must be paid when issuing banknotes, this is the main reason why the price of Hong Kong dollars has been able to maintain stability. But now, the Foreign Exchange Bureau has issued 1.5 billion US dollars to barely maintain the price of the pound. God knows how much more it will take to bring the exchange rate of the British pound back to the mark in the Asian market.

Once this number continues to expand and cannot be filled back, it will put the Hong Kong dollar in a very dangerous situation.

Damn it!

Thinking of the group of numbers in the market that seemed to be yelling to sell short, Murray MacLehose really wanted to climb in from the computer and strangle everyone on the opposite side.

"Including the one billion just now, the total is two and a half billion dollars."

"Asshole. What did you say?"

Murray MacLehose couldn't believe his ears, and grabbed the collar of chief trader Zhang Songren.

"We've bought a billion dollars before this."

"You bastards."

"Sir. We can't blame us, the market is under too much selling pressure."

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At the same time, West Kowloon Police Headquarters.

Peng San grinned and sat in an interrogation room, grinning and smiling all over his face. It didn't look like he was deliberately hurting a prisoner who was taken into the police headquarters, but rather like a distinguished guest invited to have tea.

If it weren't for the pair of big silver bracelets on his hands and a pair of iron chains on his feet.

Opposite Peng San, there were three royal policemen, and in the middle was Chen Jiaying, who was attacked by Peng San not long ago and had a white bandage wrapped around his head. His eyes seemed to be spouting flames, full of anger and hatred. If eyes can kill, maybe Peng San has already been tortured and killed hundreds of times by his eyes.

But regarding this, Peng San acted as if nothing had happened, Xi Sha and Chen Jiaying looked at each other, without the fear and uneasiness of being a prisoner at all.

"Peng San. Let's see how long you can be arrogant, beat up the Royal Police, smuggle, sell drugs, and be punished for several crimes. If you don't cooperate well with us, believe it or not, you will be put in prison this time."

"Ah! My head hurts. The police are frightening people. They're going to scare me to death. Ah—"

Very suddenly.

Peng San was dancing on the chair, shouting and making noise. With a face full of panic and shaking his head, he looked like a frightened psychopath.

It's just that this guy's eyes are clear, full of ridicule, no one can see that he is pretending.

boom--

Chen Jiaying slapped the table bitterly.

"Peng San. Don't pretend to be crazy here. Let me tell you, it's useless. You beat the senior superintendent of the Royal Police. There are witnesses and physical evidence. I advise you to be sensible."

Probably because he felt that pretending to be crazy would affect his teacher's image a bit, so Peng San stopped pretending to be crazy and adjusted his crumpled suit slowly.

"Chen sir, your head doesn't hurt anymore? Talk to the royal police, but shut up. The royal police say you are a slave among slaves, why don't you admit it. It's a pity that the pot of tea is not very soupy"

"Peng San. Don't be crazy. This is the Kowloon Police Headquarters. You'd better be honest with me."

"Ha ha."

Seeing the policeman on the opposite side being blown up by him, Peng San couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Why, you want to hit me. Come on, if you dare to hit me today, you are not slaves among slaves."

It is tolerable or unbearable.

As the chief of the operations department of the senior police superintendent, Chen Jiaying was not usually respected, but today she was beaten up by Peng San like a dog, and now she was humiliated again.

Peng San's arrogant and domineering provocation completely angered Chen Jiaying, he cursed fiercely, stood up, rushed in front of Peng San and grabbed Peng San by the collar.

"You are fucking courting death."

"Come on! Hit me. If you don't hit me today, you will be my long-lost son."

Facing Chen Jiaying's fist, Peng Sangui cursed meanly, and even put his face directly on his fist.

Such arrogance, who can stand it.

Chen Jiaying's eyes widened, and after fisting, she was about to punch Peng San.

boom--

The closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a blond British man appeared at the door of the interrogation room.

lan Jordan, whose Chinese name is Zhuang Lixian, is the chief officer of the West Kowloon Police Station and Chen Jiaying's boss.

"Chen. You go out first."

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Chen Jiaying was like a discouraged ball and suddenly lost her energy, she could only stare at Peng San fiercely, wanting to kill him with her eyes.

"Peng San. Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have money."

Facing the sudden arrival of her immediate boss, Chen Jiaying said in a low voice.

"Help, Officer Chen said he was going to kill me."

You ass!

When did I say that.

"Chen. Do you want me to say it again? Take your people out first."

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The official level crushes people to death.

Although she really wanted to beat Peng San violently, facing the pressure from Zhuang Lixian, Chen Jiaying could only angrily let go of Peng San and took the others away.

Seeing Chen Jiaying who was walking to the door, Peng San who was sitting at the same place shouted cruelly.

"Hey, Sir Chen. Your braid fell to the ground."

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"Slaves are good, slaves are good: Regardless of internal affairs and foreign affairs, everyone is silent and sleepy."

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Pound to mark, 2.7648, down 9.7 percent

Pound to dollar, 1.9125, down 8.6 percent

London, Bank of England.

Robin Leigh Pemberton looked at the market quotations of British pounds on the Reuters screen, his brows were deeply frowned, and he only felt a headache.

"President. There is a call from Hong Kong. The Asian market is under heavy selling pressure. I hope we can share a little pressure."

"How much money do we have?"

"It's less than two billion. I think we need to raise interest rates again to reduce the pressure on the market."

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"Emma. Go make arrangements."

ten o'clock in the morning.

The Bank of England announced that the benchmark interest rate will be raised from 12% to 15%.