"Kobayashi Tenno! You devil!!"
"I want to close my position, I want to close it... Why can't I even close my position..."
...
The Savoy Hotel, London.
Lin Huowang listened calmly to the report from the head of the Swiss team on the phone.
"boss."
For the first time, the voices of German bankers showed signs of unrest.
"Price... $28.80."
“We…we have triggered every possible ‘forced liquidation’ in the market.”
"Almost all the 'small short sellers' in the market have been wiped out."
"They're still putting up a stubborn resistance..."
"They are Newbikin's main force."
Lin Huowang calmly took over the conversation.
"Yes, boss. Their main short positions cost between $25 and $30. They've now... been pushed below their cost line and are on the verge of total liquidation!"
"Boss, shall we continue?"
"If we just add fuel to the fire, their accounts... will be forcibly liquidated today!"
Lin Huowang glanced at the wall clock.
"No."
He said it calmly.
That's all for today.
"What?"
The team leader was taken aback. "Boss, morale is soaring... This is the best opportunity!"
The closing price was 28 yuan.
Lin Huowang issued the order.
Not a penny more, not a penny less.
"28 yuan?"
"Yes, boss!"
Lin Huowang hung up the phone and then called Liu Rumeng in Hong Kong.
Liu Rumeng was reading when she received his call, and she asked with concern:
"Awang, has the silver futures contract ended?"
Lin Huowang smiled and said:
"No, it's only just begun."
He looked out the window at the Thames River.
A price of 10 to 15 yuan triggers panic.
Between 15 and 20 yuan, it's despair.
20 to 25 yuan...
This is what "massacre" truly means.
Niu Bijian, this is only the first day.
I gave you one night to raise the money.
What I'm afraid of isn't that you'll raise the money.
What I'm afraid of is... you won't be able to raise the money.
Then this game ended too quickly.
Your Jardine Matheson, your alliance, all your wealth...
Give them all to me...
"bite--"
On COMEX, the closing bell rang for the day.
The price stopped precisely at $28.80!
...
Hong Kong Island, Hong Kong Club.
"Bang!"
The door to the cigar lounge was suddenly kicked open.
A trader stumbled in, his face drained of color.
He desperately held up a freshly printed bill, and let out a final wail at the limp Niu Bijian:
"Preschool!!!"
"The market has closed! $28.80!!"
"Our...our account...the unrealized losses...the unrealized losses have exceeded 1 billion US dollars!!"
"We...we've been wiped out!!"
"The exchange... has sent it..."
"...Final ultimatum!!"
"They...they want us...before the market opens tomorrow..."
The trader glanced at the number and almost fainted.
"We need to pay an additional $1.5 billion in margin! We can't even close our positions... What can we do? We can only pay the margin and hold on, hoping the price will drop after the short contracts expire..."
...
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