"boss!!"
"It's God! It's the Savior! He has appeared!!"
"Someone's taking over! Damn it, at a time like this, someone's willing to buy for 10 yuan! He seems to have endless money; he'll take any amount you give him!"
"He's buying spot goods like a madman! He's absorbed all our sell orders! He's absorbed them all!"
...
Dallas, in the Hunter brothers' office.
The Hunter brothers, who were on the verge of bankruptcy and were even contemplating suicide in their office, jumped up from their chairs upon hearing the news!
"What did you say?! Say it again!!"
Nelson Hunter gripped the phone, hardly believing his ears.
"Boss! It's true! He wants it all! He ate it all! Do we still have to give him what's left?"
William Hunter immediately snatched the phone and shouted urgently:
"You pig-brain!"
What are you waiting for?
"Sell!"
Sell it to him!
"Treat him like your own father! Give him all the inventory we have!"
"How much is left? One hundred million? Or one hundred and fifty million! No matter how much it is!"
Pour it all out on him!
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Before he changes his mind, exchange all this damn hot potato for cash! Now!
...
COMEX, Trading Floor.
And so, the most bizarre scene in COMEX history unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The "Hunter Brothers" and the "mysterious buyer"—these two giants seem to have reached some kind of sacred understanding.
One was selling frantically. The other was buying calmly.
The price, as if nailed shut by God, was firmly fixed to the number "$10.00".
It is neither more nor less.
However, the bar chart at the bottom of the screen representing "transaction volume" is growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had gone mad.
Fifty million ounces!
Eighty million ounces!
One hundred million ounces!
150 million ounces...
In the trading hall, all the other retail investors and institutions were dumbfounded.
"Are the Hunter brothers... handing over their silver empire to that mysterious buyer?"
"This is insane... The trading volume in this one hour is more than the entire previous year!"
"Who in this world... has so much cash?"
...
In the presidential suite of the Savoy Hotel in London.
Lin Huowang was leisurely sipping the West Lake Longjing tea that had just been delivered by the Chinese Embassy in the UK.
The West Lake Longjing tea of that era did not have as many varieties as in later generations, but its aroma and flavor were exceptionally rich.
Taking a sip at this moment, Lin Huowang felt refreshed and invigorated, yet a touch of homesickness quietly crept in as well.
Over the encrypted satellite phone nearby, the head of the Swiss financial team, a meticulous German banker, excitedly reported, "Boss. As you predicted. Our Second Legion... is well-fed."
Lin Huowang blew on the tea leaves and asked casually, "Have all of the Hunter brothers' goods been sold?"
"Yes, boss. Just three minutes ago, they dumped their last batch of spot silver, about 20 million ounces. Our 'Second Legion' spot trading group has already bought it all."
We did a rough calculation... In the past hour, we bought a total of 175 million ounces of spot silver at a price of $10.00.
This...this is insane! Boss, we...we now practically control all the major commodities of liquid silver on the global market! The Hunt brothers are completely out of the game!
Upon hearing this, Lin Huowang simply smiled. One hundred and seventy-five million ounces of silver. In 1977, this was tantamount to the authority of "God."
Moreover, this is spot silver, which is completely monopolized by us, unlike the "virtual" nature of futures. It is enough to completely dominate the global silver price.
“Very good. Tell the Hunter brothers to thank them for their generosity. The money we've spent is enough to make them go bankrupt with dignity…”
Now... we can start a crazy price surge and crush those short sellers!
Taking a deep breath, Lin Huowang knew that although the Silver War he had been planning for so long had arrived two years earlier than in history, the advantages were much greater than he had anticipated.
Now, even if the US government is shameless enough to impose sanctions on him, it's too late. He's not as "fragile" as the Hunt brothers, who can be manipulated at will. He has plenty of leverage. If the US government insists on imposing sanctions, let's see who can withstand it more!
...
Hong Kong Island, Hong Kong Club.
James continued to explain, "...Big Boss. Just now, we tried to place a buy order for 1 million ounces at $10.01, trying to... grab some chips back."
Niu Bijian asked urgently, "How is it?! Did you buy it? Tell me quickly!"
James shook his head and said, "...No deal. Because...there are...there are no more sell orders on the market. Not even an ounce!"
The Hunt brothers' goods... are all gone. And that mysterious buyer... he only buys, he doesn't sell!
We just received an urgent internal notification from the COMEX exchange... The exchange's... registered spot inventory is... empty!
"boom--"
Niu Bijian felt his mind go completely blank. What...what did he hear? Empty?
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