Reborn Financial Overlord

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"..."

Closing the office door, Lamont cursed like a shrew, and trampled Pierceman's newspaper cover to pieces.

If he could, he really wanted to rush to the University of London and beat that bastard Piersman to death.

Unfortunately, he can only think in his heart.

As finance minister, he knew exactly what jerks the academics were.

Not to mention such trivial things as slandering him for lying, even if they sold Britain openly, those guys could use ink and influence to wash everything away, and even pour dirty water on him again.

"A bunch of bastards."

Lamont gritted his teeth and cursed again, and his anger subsided a little. He quickly made some calculations in his heart, and felt a little more at ease.

Prices are determined by capital. Germany has now lowered interest rates, and the narrowing of interest rate differentials means that capital outflows from the UK will decrease. The convergence of the depreciation of the pound does not have much pressure at all, as long as those international speculators see it From the determination and iron fist of the empire, everything is in hand.

Thinking of this, Norman Lamont raised his lips and waved his fist habitually.

"Lamont. You're the best, now it's time to fuck those assholes."

bang bang-

He probably heard that the scolding in the office had disappeared, and there was a knock on the closed office door.

"Come in."

Helping you walked into the office anxiously, seeing that the angry look on Lamont's face had disappeared, replaced by confidence and arrogance, he finally relaxed.

It seems that there is no need to be scolded this time.

"My lord. President Pemberton called just now and wanted to know what you think."

"The advisors are all here."

"It's already in the meeting room."

"OK. Tell Pemberton and I'll get back to him later."

"..."

Helping to turn around and leave, Lamont thought for a while and stood up, walking to the round table meeting room.

All twelve consultants had already arrived. When they saw Lamont coming, they quickly got up and said hello. Lamont was not polite, and he sat down in the chief seat without any hesitation, and went straight to the topic.

"What do you think of Piersman's words? Will it affect our judgment?"

Several people present are economics professors or bank investment experts from various universities. They often work together and have a tacit understanding. Following Lamont's temperature, several people looked at each other and reached an agreement in an instant.

"It shouldn't have any impact. Germany backed down a step, and the pressure we are under is already very small. As long as we repel those evil-minded guys, the other bears will be in a state of disunity and will not pose a threat to us at all."

"I agree with Dennis's judgment. At present, the short-short capital in the market is mainly concentrated in several large genetic and banking institutions, the funds owned by the oriental man named Shen Jiannan, Bankers Trust, Duyi Fund, Quantum Fund, and commodity companies. And the Canadian Trust, just cut off one of their hands, these bastards taste the pain, and I think they should walk away."

"Jon. How big are the shorts now."

"We have investigated the London market. The total forward position of the top ten short institutions is 20 billion pounds. In the Singapore market, we cannot know the specific data, but it is expected to not exceed 15 billion pounds. The US market, Chicago and New York and the Boston market, According to the report, the total position size is also expected to be around [-] pounds."

"How much money do you think we need to use to blow up these guys' positions."

"Judging from the current long positions of major banks and multinational investment companies, it is estimated that [-] million pounds can lead to losses in short positions."

"What if it's a market?"

"This... can't be counted. But I don't think the problem should be particularly big. The German central bank cut interest rates for the first time in the past two years. For the market, this may be a signal of a cycle of interest rate cuts, which can greatly reduce the Little pound out of pressure."

"Fortunately, the empire has the foresight of an adult. If the lira hadn't collapsed, I believe the Germans would not have chosen to cut interest rates."

Flatterer!

"Lucky for the empire. I believe that history will definitely remember your achievements to the empire."

"Haha! As I said a long time ago, no one understands economics better than me."

"..."

"Selina, call President Pemberton and tell him for me. My suggestion is to blow up those short asses and let them see the iron fist of the empire."

Bank of England, conference room on the third floor.

Robin Leigh Pemberton, governor of the central bank, hung up the phone, feeling a lot relieved.Since Lamont also believes that the current strategy is correct, there is no problem.

Of course, he won't admit it, his subconscious mind is telling him that if something goes wrong, it will be much easier for everyone to share the pressure together.

Lele alone is not as good as all.

Looking at the arm on his wrist, Pemberton snapped his fingers, stood up and glanced at everyone present.

"Mr. Lamont also believes that our strategy is correct. Now, it's time to give those evil-minded guys a little color."

At seven o'clock in the morning, the London international financial market opened on time.

As the Bank of England bought large sums of money, the GBP/DM ratio rose from 2.7858 to 2.8153 in just three hours, an increase of more than one percent.

There is an hour time difference between Italy and London.

09:30 London time may be too early, and Rome is already in full swing.But some people are still unwilling to wake up in the dreamland.

Anhui Michiko looked at the sleeping Shen Jiannan, her eyes were full of deep admiration.

Akiyama-kun, why is he so beautiful when he is asleep!

Suddenly, a tearing pain came, and Anhui Michiko couldn't help but staggered. Suddenly, the smile on her face faded, and her mouth subconsciously pouted.

hum!See how I deal with you.

Playful, the little girl picked out a lock of long hair with her fingers as if taking revenge, and stuffed it into Shen Jiannan's nostrils bit by bit.

ah-

Being attacked suddenly, the half-asleep Shen Jiannan couldn't help but sneezed.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Michiko, you will be punished for being so naughty."

"Hmph! Whoever tells you knows it's a lie."

"How did I lie to you?"

"Didn't you say that you will grow up after eating mushrooms, and you are not lying."

"Don't you all use punctuation in class?"

Chapter 64 Pick the soft persimmons

"Qiu Shanjun, you are necrotic and bully me again!"

Shy and angry, Michiko Anhui beat Shen Jiannan with her fists.

She was also bewitched, and actually believed in lies, thinking that if she ate mushrooms, she would grow up like Mario.

result......

"Haha, I didn't bully you. It's all caused by mushrooms, why are you beating me?"

"Just hit you, kill you. Big villain."

Anhui Michiko was persistent and beat Shen Jiannan hard.

It's a pity that this can only feast the eyes of the latter for no reason. The angle is just right, and a large sacred mountain blooming with morning light comes into view from the collar of the pajamas, which makes people feel the vitality of the morning.

That's right, this girl is 17 years old this year, and she has been taken care of by me several times in a year, and her scale has naturally grown rapidly.

No wonder I'm getting more and more brainless...

After several fights, Michiko Anhui curled up in Shen Jiannan's arms like a baby silkworm. She found that every time she stuck to Shen Jiannan, she felt that the skin of her whole body was being replenished with moisture, which was very comfortable.

As a big man, Shen Jiannan also liked this feeling very much.

It's not about love.

In the financial industry, after a long time, everything is data.

Even, even character is data.

When to be angry, when to be happy, when to think.

In the thinking of data, it is cold and has no temperature, and sometimes people can't help but wonder if everything is data.

But Michiko Yasuhiro is different, the yearning, anticipation and innocence in those dark eyes are like a ray of light in the darkness, which makes people feel warm, wants to destroy but also wants to care.

"Akiyama-chan. I'm going to be in my third year of high school next semester."

"Well. Did any classmates bully you at school? If so, tell me, and I'll call him out and beat him to death."

"No. No other students dare to bully me if I have a child to help me."

"Who is the child?"

"The new classmate I met this year. She is fierce."

"Worse than you?"

"When did I become fierce?"

"hey-hey......"

"Hate it! Akiyama-chan, it's time to get up, the sun is drying your butt."

"Why, I'm hungry."

"A lot. People will laugh."

"Who dares to laugh at my Michiko. I'll kill him."