After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 641 Night Raid, Breaking 6.9
"The RMB will definitely break 7 tonight."

"My friend's monthly salary is only 5,800. So what if it breaks 10?"

"Don't even mention breaking 10, if it breaks 8, pork will rise from 15 to 20 yuan per kilogram, because feed prices are rising. The main raw material for feed is soybeans, which are heavily reliant on imports and are also products subject to tariffs imposed by the United States."

"So? I don't cook."

"The price of your imported cosmetics will increase from 300 to 400, or even more. The price increase of goods purchased from overseas agents is the most direct reflection of the devaluation of the domestic currency."

"It seems a bit serious. Oh, by the way, to add, all my cosmetics are high-end brands that cost at least a thousand yuan."

"In the future, it will become 1,100, or 1,200, or 1,300."

"...If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

On his way back to the company, Lu Liang heard many people along the way talking about this matter.

That's normal, though, since this is Lujiazui Financial Street, the most developed financial district in China outside of Hong Kong.

"That's about enough, we can't wait until dark." Lu Liang muttered to himself, quickly passing by them and taking the private elevator.

The woman, who earned 5,800 yuan a month, was lost in thought until Lu Liang was far away. Only then did she dare to say to her companion, "Did you see that?"

"What do you see?" his companion asked.

"That person just now was Lu Liang."

"What's the big deal? Tianxing Private Equity is on the 22nd floor. Is it strange that they saw Lu Liang downstairs?"

"Um~ why have you never told me this before?"

"With such a big sign outside, everyone knows what's going on. Is there any need to explain?"

Don't you know what it means to be blind to what's right under your nose?

The woman, who earns 5,800 yuan a month, rolled her eyes and suddenly asked shyly, "When does Lu Liang usually appear?"

My companion replied, "It's hard to say, but the few times I've seen him, it's almost always in the afternoon... What are you planning to do?"

The woman held her head high, showing off her graceful figure, and winked at me, asking, "Tomboy, do you think I have the potential to be Mrs. Lu?"

His companion bluntly retorted, "No, if you were in a nightclub, you'd be at most part of the atmosphere team, and the kind you wouldn't even get to perform on stage."

"You damn tomboy, I'll fight you to the death!"

"You little slut, come here~"

The two girls were playfully fighting, their laughter filling the air.

Seeing this, the office workers passing by showed expressions of envy.

If the spring breeze has a heart to pity the flowers, may I be young again?

At 4:30 p.m., Lu Liang returned to the company.

In the trading room of the quantitative fund, he saw Sun Yutao and Liang Wenhui observing an AI model.

Quantitative trading is well-suited for stable market conditions, where each trade yields only small profits, accumulating over time.

The two greeted Lu Liang, and Sun Yutao wondered how his conversation with Hilt had gone.

"The chances are pretty good, but we won't be able to confirm anything until the end of the month."

Lu Liang could tell that Hilt was interested, but had reservations.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, skipping the topic: "Half an hour to prepare. By five o'clock, I want to see all the traders at their posts."

Sun Yutao frowned, but like muscle memory, his body was faster than his brain, and he could always execute Lu Liang's instructions in the first instance.

He immediately notified the group leaders to end their break.

In no time, Tianxing Private Equity was like a precision instrument that had been repaired and quickly resumed operation.

"We can't let them lead us by the nose anymore. It's 5 a.m. North American time now. Let's catch them off guard."

Lu Liang squinted, as if talking to himself. Liang Wenhui suddenly realized what was happening and quickly returned to his post.

5 a.m. North American time.

An alarm sounded throughout Wall Street.

Within seconds, the headquarters of major corporations such as Morgan Stanley, JPMorgan Chase, Blackstone, and BlackRock all lit up, and even the streets were illuminated as if it were daytime.

"The yuan has fallen below 6.9!"

“Market trading volume surged by $20 billion in an instant.”

"Who's so unethical as to launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night?"

Upon hearing the news, the fund managers rushed to the trading room, their hair disheveled and ties undone. Wilson, his eyes bloodshot, had just woken up and his body temperature was still low, so he instinctively pulled his coat tighter around himself.

The assistants offered their opinions, one of them saying, "It should be Tianxing; State Street's funds have been used."

The funding party has the right to supervise the funds used in leveraged financing, in order to prevent the loss rate of leveraged investors from exceeding 70%.

State Street provides Tianxing with leveraged funds, and they have assigned people to supervise the process.

Just as the yuan fell below 6.9, the $25 billion in the account was also used.

Someone said, "Camon, Lu Liang should give up on the gold market. We should also make a decision."

Go against the trend and short gold; go with the trend and short the RMB.

Given two choices, any Wall Street institution, no matter who it is or how many times it chooses, will choose the latter.

They really can't continue like this, letting other institutions feast in the RMB market while they sit here waiting for their prey to come to them.

With the rapid depreciation of the RMB, more institutions and individuals will inevitably realize that the international situation will undergo significant changes.

At that time, they will all rush into the gold market.

If Wilson continues to go his own way, Jerry Smith is very likely to get the script originally prepared for Tianxing, and become the meat on the chopping block, to be devoured by the market.

Wall Street, stretching only 536.3 meters from Broadway to East River Road and 11 meters wide, is the world's most brutal arena of fame and fortune.

There's a saying that's been around since the last century: "Everyone here is chasing fame and fortune. There are no allies. If you are betrayed one day, don't be sad. Cheer up, because you've probably become their target for profit."

If Tianxing eats one more bite, others will eat one less bite. This saying also applies to JPMorgan Chase.

"Camon, going against the trend is the beginning of failure."

The man looked serious. Ever since Wilson was rejected by Lu Liang, he seemed to be possessed.

They always dream of getting fat overnight, without even considering whether they have such a big appetite.

Even if such conditions exist, they are artificially created, and a slight misstep could lead to complete failure.

"It's not your place to lecture me."

Wilson narrowed his eyes, his gaze unfriendly: "Doug, you're an assistant, and my assistant no less. Please remember your place."

He looked at the other person's genitals with a look that carried another meaning. The assistants beside him, both men and women, remained silent.

“I am your assistant, but I am also a member of JPMorgan Chase,” Doug said firmly, without backing down.

"From now on, you are no longer."

Wilson's face darkened, and he shouted sharply, pointing towards the door: "Get out!"

"You'd better watch yourself," Doug sneered, striding out of the trading room.

Hearing the sound of breaking glass behind him, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and a sense of vengeful pleasure welled up within him.

For five whole years, he gave up everything, including his dignity as a human being and as a man, and finally got this opportunity.

If Wilson hadn't died, he would never have risen to prominence; he would have remained a plaything, living in Wilson's shadow for the rest of his life.

Wilson is now in a state of turmoil, hoping that the man across the ocean can provide a long-range assist.

He will continue to work hard to help Lu Liang, such as reporting Wilson's losses to higher authorities and putting him in a deep abyss.

The moment the RMB fell below 6.9, major media outlets both at home and abroad seemed to have been prepared, having written articles in advance and publishing them immediately.

From various perspectives, from its impact on the international economic situation to its impact on vegetable prices in street markets, a comprehensive and thorough analysis is conducted.

At that moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the foreign exchange market, completely unaware that a dragon was quietly rising in the London gold market.

Starting at $1702, the price changed almost every second, with a surge of up to $15 in just over ten seconds.

"Lu Liang!"

Wilson squinted, then suddenly burst into laughter, his gloomy mood vanishing instantly.

He smiled very happily; indeed, the person who understood Lu Liang best was still him.

"Everyone, get moving and push the price down, and wait for Allied support."

Wilson felt a surge of anger, threw off his coat, rushed up the platform, and shouted at the traders.

Completely oblivious, a girl was just cleaning up broken glass on the ground when he stepped on her, leaving her hands covered in blood.

He now had only one thought in his mind: he absolutely could not allow London gold to gain momentum and open up an upward channel.

He volunteered to serve as the vanguard and was willing to accept early losses. As long as Tianxing suffered a defeat in this battle, it would all be worth it.

(End of this chapter)