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Chapter 77: Malice Like Tide [Subscription Request]

"Only $626.35?"

At dawn, Lu Liang completed closing his positions.

After a careful calculation, the total profit was 628.9 million, and after deducting 2.55 in handling fees, the total profit was 626.35 million US dollars.

After investing 1000 million US dollars, the profit reached 62.63% in less than a week, but Lu Liang still felt it was a bit too little.

This little profit is not worth this big drama, after all, it is a witness to the whole process of a country's leader's rise from prosperity to decline.

With the double pressure from both economic and political factors, after this, Anshan will probably go from being a macho man sent from heaven to an egg man sent from heaven.

Lu Liang suddenly felt a sense of melancholy, "The capital is still too little."

If he had tens of billions of dollars like the Quantum Fund, he could also become the protagonist of this international event.

However, the original capital was only 10 million, so I could only watch others perform on stage and eat the big meat, while I could only pick up some leftovers.

"That year, thirty years later, I stood on the international stage like a minion~"

Lu Liang hummed a little tune, walked out of the office, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. His hair and face were greasy after staying up all night.

Just then she ran into Tang Caidie, and she was surprised: "Boss Lu, have you been in the company all night?"

Lu Liang nodded: "I just finished my work and am about to go back."

"Will you come over this afternoon?"

"Is something wrong?"

"The industrial and commercial documents should be delivered by noon, as well as the financial audit report, which all require your signature."

The beginning of every month is Lu Liang’s busiest time, as he deals with employee salaries, expenditure statistics, and investment fund audits.

Tang Caidie is only responsible for the review, and these documents require Lu Liang's personal signature and authorization.

"Then I'll come back later this afternoon."

Lu Liang knew that these documents could not be delayed. Without his signature and authorization, the process would be stuck and the project would come to a standstill.

I got home and had just laid down for a few hours when my phone went silent, but it kept vibrating like a vibrator.

Lu Liang suppressed his anger and answered the phone. Meng Changkun's excited voice came: "Brother, you are so awesome!"

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Lu Liang was in a daze, his head was dizzy and his brain hadn't fully started yet.

"Oh, yes, yes, sorry, you should be resting now, I'll call you later."

Lu Liang hung up the phone almost instinctively, closed his half-closed eyes again, and after squinting for a few minutes, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

I just glanced at the screen and the number of missed calls and messages seemed to be abnormally large.

Also, how did Lao Meng know that he was resting?

Lu Liang suddenly woke up, and suddenly all his sleepiness disappeared. He quickly called Meng Changkun back: "Brother Kun, what did you mean just now?"

Meng Changkun smiled and asked, "Did you short the Japanese yen last night?"

Lu Liang hesitated for a moment, but still admitted: "That's true."

"Those devils praised you as the god of speculation."

Meng Changkun was very excited, and felt proud: "Look at WeChat, I forwarded all the news to you."

If there are two girls in front of him, one is a Mao girl and the other is a Sakura girl, and he is forced to choose one of them.

Meng Changkun would definitely choose the Sakura girl without hesitation, not for anything else, just to avenge the national hatred and family feud from a hundred years ago.

Lu Liang transformed himself into a short-selling boss and ruthlessly reaped the wealth of the Japanese people. If he had done this personally, it would have deserved a separate page in the family tree of his hometown.

After all, for a Chaoshan person, this is the highest honor, second only to building an ancestral hall.

Meng Changkun published four or five articles in a row. The more Lu Liang read them, the darker his face became. He felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

【Eastern Soros】

【God of Chinese Speculation】

[Millions of dollars in one night]

[A tragic incident in the US-Japan foreign exchange market]

[This man is called Lu Liang...] "Brother, you have become famous overnight!"

The phone was on hold, with the speaker on. Meng Changkun's hearty laughter came from it. Lu Liang let out a long breath, his expression solemn: "Brother Kun, I didn't make that much money, do you believe it?"

He felt a overwhelming malice rushing towards him like a tidal wave, which would not stop until it drowned him.

If he really made that much money, that would be a different matter. But the key is that he didn't make that much. Those news obviously included leveraged funds and counted them as his profits.

Meng Changkun was stunned and laughed dryly: "Come to think of it, those who study journalism like to exaggerate."

Lu Liang sighed, and could tell that Meng Changkun obviously didn't believe him. He said, "I'm at home. Are you free? Come over."

"Thomson Building B?"

"Correct."

"I am coming over now."

Meng Changkun looked serious and realized that something was wrong.

Lu Liang sat at the head of the bed, smoking a cigarette until the cigarette butt burned and became too hot. He extinguished the cigarette, went to the bathroom to wash up, and while brushing his teeth, his thoughts gradually became clearer.

This is clearly an attempt to divert attention.

Lu Liang got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. The nanny, Aunt Liu, had already prepared a sumptuous lunch.

She smiled and handed over a glass of warm water: "Mr. Lu, you are awake, drink some water to moisten your throat first."

"Aunt Liu, you should go back first. I need to meet a friend later."

Lu Liang walked to the balcony holding a cup of water, called Zhao Haisheng, and asked coldly: "Which bank is the entrusted bank?"

The positions were closed at around seven in the morning and the news was leaked at around nine in the morning. Only two forces could have done it in such a short time.

The first is naturally Cathay Pacific as the broker, and the second is the bank that Cathay Pacific helps him connect with.

The former can check his account through the background, and the latter can understand his position through leasing funds.

"Mitsui Sumitomo."

Zhao Haisheng was frightened the whole morning, waiting for Lu Liang's call.

When he saw the news, he was shocked. Lu Liang only asked for 10 million US dollars. How could he possibly earn 70 or 80 million?

He also paid some attention to the foreign exchange market last night. The market can be said to be reversing, reversing and reversing again.

If you want to make 100 or million dollars with a capital of million dollars, you need to use at least times leverage.

If Lu Liang used 100x leverage, based on the volatile market conditions last night, it is hard to say how many times his position would have been liquidated.

As someone who knew half of the situation, Zhao Haisheng felt something was wrong. It was obvious that someone was deliberately framing Lu Liang.

But I could never get through to him on the phone.

"Mitsui Sumitomo~"

Lu Liang narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "As expected," and basically understood the ins and outs of the incident and the deeper meaning behind it.

He just took a look at the foreign exchange market and saw that the exchange rate of the US dollar against the Japanese yen had fallen to 128.

It fell 20 points in a week, a drop of -18.5%.

The Bank of Japan issued a total of 485.5 trillion yen, and 89.72 trillion evaporated out of thin air. Someone must be held accountable for this.

Anshan will not take responsibility because he cannot bear it. Once he bears this responsibility, he will be impeached and removed from office in minutes.

Moreover, his economic theory is based on a loose monetary policy. If he admits his mistakes, he would be slapping himself in the face.

Wall Street in the United States is a vested interest, but they cannot be held responsible. Anshan does not want the people to hate the United States because of this.

After all, because of the new security law, Anshan offended Lucian, and he also hoped to ease the relationship between the United States and Japan.

The country's chaebols cannot be held responsible either. Although they banned the public from exchanging foreign currency, which had the effect of closing the door and killing the market, and they were even very likely part of the short-selling army, Anshan did not want to commit suicide after being shot eight times.

Anshan needs a goal to divert public anger, just like Soros and Quantum Fund in 97.

During the World War I, everyone knew about Soros, the "West Poison", but he didn't make much money. He was just singled out as a target of public attention. The people who really made money hid behind the scenes, concealing their achievements and fame.

It would be best if the target is someone from a certain big country. The Russians are no longer considered because the country has almost no financial system.

(End of this chapter)