Reborn Financial Overlord

But warmth means heat and irritability. Looking at the super LCD screen hanging in the center of the trading area, Philip Inzaghi's heart is full of irritability.

MIBTEL, 18680.56, -1.55%.

Gruppo Generali, -2.33%

Within a week, the MIBTEL index fell by [-]%. With such a big drop, other constituent stocks will naturally not feel well.

Unfortunately, Philip Inzaghi bought Gruppo Generali a week ago, and it fell by 18.00% in the last week, which caused him a loss of 1000 million lire.

"What the hell. How did it fall so much?"

"Philip, I told you that you are not suitable for investment, you should play football with me. With your talent, I believe you can make more money."

"Carlo, you bastard, you fucking taught me to buy stocks. Now, it's you who say I'm not suitable for investing. I'm losing 1000 million now, you know? That's 1000 million."

"I didn't know it would be so bad. Philip, give up, come back to play with me now, and we can make back the money we lost."

"No. It has fallen so much. It will definitely rise back. There is no one that can only fall but not rise. The government does not allow the stock market to keep falling like this. Those capitalists and families cannot let their wealth evaporate. "

"What do you want to do?"

"Lend me one hundred million."

"Do you want to increase your position?"

"Yes. I want to increase my position. I don't believe that this damn stock market will keep falling."

"Philip, I advise you not to do this. Betting on dogs has no good end. Never."

"Carlo, will you lend me the money?"

"You're such an idiot. I bet you lost your panties."

"This is impossible. It has fallen so much, how can it rebound. I have never only opened big and not small..."

"My Lady. This is the experience I have summed up in ten years."

"You lend it to me. If I lose money, I promise to go back and play football with you."

"..."

Twenty minutes later, Philip Inzaghi walked back from the counter, looking at the details printed out in his hand, a trace of relief appeared on his face.

He increased his position by [-] million, and now he is only losing [-]% of the money. As long as the market rebounds, he will soon be able to make back the lost money.

"Oh my god. Look, Philip."

"......"

Gruppo Generali 892.15 666

Gruppo Generali 891.15 666

Gruppo Generali 890.23 666

Gruppo Generali 889.15 666

.......

Pirelli SpA 672.15 666

Pirelli SpA 671.15 666

Pirelli SpA 670.15 666

Pirelli SpA 669.15 666

......

Ente Nazionale Idrocarburi 1025.36 666

Ente Nazionale Idrocarburi 1022.18 666

......

MIBTEL, 18680.56 66

MIBTEL, 18677.56 66

MIBTEL, 18674.56 66

......

MIBTEL, 18630.33

.....

Suddenly, on the super monitor in the central area, the red and green handicap background turned blood-red, and densely packed numbers crawled over the entire handicap area like ants.

With the roll of numbers reflecting red light on the screen, the MIBTEL index fell from 18680 to 18603.88. Gruppo General held by Philip Inzaghi also instantly changed to 863.33, a drop from 5.00% to [-]% Eighty-nine.

Many people present were dumbfounded.

The Milan Stock Exchange has been open for many years, but never before has there been such a large-scale sell-off of all stocks in a flash.

The blood-red numbers are densely swarmed like locusts crossing the border, the density is so dense that the scalp is numb.

Philip Inzaghi was stunned for half a minute before he came back to his senses. Looking at the price of Gruppo Generali on the screen, he felt an absurd feeling that he had never felt before.

Like, there's a jerk staring at the money in his hand.Otherwise, why would the stock price fall endlessly every time I bought it.

Rome, Central Bank Transactions Department.

Looking at the intensive selling in the foreign exchange market again, Qian Pi frowned tightly.

He knew that he might be thinking too much.

At this time, it is impossible for anyone to help Italy. The United Kingdom hopes that Italy will be unlucky. If the lira falls, the currencies of other countries will appreciate, and, due to pressure from all sides, Germany will inevitably lower interest rates.

For other countries, it is already the best result not to take part in suppressing the lira by the way.

As for Germany, they must really want to see Italy embarrassed, and finally have to ask them for help and choose to surrender, just like they did 50 years ago.

They're all a bunch of bastards.

Qian Pi cursed angrily in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The weak are always the best breakthroughs. This rule applies to any ecosystem. Compared with the UK, Italy has too few choices.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something wrong with the light on the other LCD screen. When Qian Pi turned his head to look, he was so angry that he almost scolded his mother.

666.

all 666.

Another fucking 666.

The foreign exchange market is 666, and the securities market is also 666. What are these damn bastards thinking?

Chapter 27 Tangentopoli

MIBTEL, 18630.33, sold 66, a drop of 5.00% point [-].

DEM/ITL September 826.7525, sell 6, down [-]%

DEM/ITL October 825.7325, sell 6, down [-]%

DEM/ITL Eleven 823.6525, sell 6, down [-]%

DEM/ITL Spot, 826.3154, sold 6666666666, a drop of [-]%.

Among the blood-red screen, it is almost difficult to see the buy. The blood-red sixes are densely packed like locusts, and Qian Pi is irritated, disgusted and angry.

Obviously, this is a premeditated attack.

And the international capital almost unanimously played so many sixes, which is completely declaring war on the Italian banks.

"President Ciampi, I think this is a premeditated attack. It is likely that it was done by that damned oriental devil."

Maybe it's because of Qianpi's complexion, Lu Qi Liu Casio, the head of the trading department who is stabilizing the lira price, said cautiously.

"Do you think I'm blind? These damned electronic herdsmen, but I bet it's not just that guy named Shen Jiannan, but now, all the electronic herdsmen in the world are focusing their attention on this place."

“What do we do now? If we focus all our attention on the lira, the stock market could collapse.”

Qian Pi's eyes were gloomy, this is all nonsense.

But does Italy have a choice?

Unless, Italy voluntarily abandons the exchange rate and withdraws from the European Community, but that means that Italy's future economy will become even worse.

bell bell -

The unexpected phone rang in the trading room, and when Ciampi realized that it was Casio's call, dissatisfaction appeared on his face.The operation of the trading department is the core secret of the central bank. He has repeatedly explained that no one is allowed to bring a mobile phone into the trading department, but now, Casio has clearly violated his order.

"I'm sorry. President Ciampi, I didn't bring the phone on purpose, but my child is sick today. I hope you can forgive me. I need to answer the phone now."

Is this your reason?

Casio has three girlfriends, but no children at all.

Qian Pi's eyes narrowed together, full of oppression.In this regard, Lu Qi Liu Casio did not back down, and met Qian Pi's eyes straight.

It's those bloody bastards, right?

Yes, so what?

The silent communication between the two made the atmosphere in the entire trading room very oppressive, but the traders present seemed to have noticed nothing, and focused on the computer screen in the central area.

No one was surprised that he dared to confront Qianpi directly.

This is Rome, and here, if the Holy See is the greatest force of justice, then the Casio family represents the absolute dark force.They control all areas outside the Vatican, 70.00% of the drug market in Rome, 60.00% of the pornography market, and 40.00% of the underground gambling market.

The simplest common sense is that no underworld force can survive without the tacit approval of the government.The same goes for the Casio family, even though they are the biggest mafia in Rome, even though their godfather was once a bishop.

If we have to trace the reasons, it probably has something to do with the political and economic situation and class in Italy for hundreds of years.

Italy, a chaotic and rich country.

What do you mean?

Here, 50.00% of the wealth of the entire country is in the hands of large and small mafias. The godfather of the mafia leader is the apostle walking in the world.

Therefore, Italy has a proper term Tangentopoli.

The word comes from the roots of Tangente and monopoli, denoting a system based on taking bribes.

From the 80s to the early 90s, in Italy, if you want to start a company, you must report to the local mafia. If you are doing a project involving the government, it has become a custom to bribe officials.Almost everyone knows that there is such a thing, but non-participants will not know exactly who to bribe and how much is appropriate.

Lu Qi Liu Casio is the third legal successor of the Casio family.

The silent contest made the atmosphere of the whole transaction more and more depressing, so depressing that traders could no longer focus on maintaining the lira price comparison.

This is a ridiculous thing, and a very bad thing.

It was like losing a general, and the scattered soldiers could no longer prevent an effective counterattack. In just 2 minutes, the exchange rate of the lira dropped by another [-]%, falling below the first lower track of exchange rate fluctuations.

"President Qianpi. I just made a phone call to care about my sick child, isn't it okay?"

If you stop me again, I hope your child will not have any accidents.

Threats, naked threats, absurd to unimaginable threats.

What can Ciampi do.

Between his family, his children and blocking a phone call, he had as little choice as protecting the lira or stabilizing the stock market.

Woodenly stepping sideways, Qian Pi stared at Casio expressionlessly.

"I don't want a next time."

"Of course. We Casio family members always keep our word."

“…”

clap clap-

The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor gradually faded away, and Qianpi couldn't bear the anger anymore, and yelled at the traders whose eyes met.

"What are you looking at? You don't know what your job is?"

"..."

Casio didn't know about Ciampi's roar in the trading room, and of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.