Aside from a record drop of 1,000 points on the first day, the pound sterling subsequently fell by about 500 points.
For every 500-point drop, Xing Baohua would receive over a billion US dollars in paper money.
The accounts look very festive, and the numbers are pleasing to the eye.
The Sun newspaper was applying to interview Xing Baohua every day. Not only that media outlet, but also more than a dozen other media outlets, including those from Hong Kong, Wall Street, and AFP, were surrounding Xing Baohua's large apartment in London.
No matter which company it is, I refuse to see them; no matter which minister I bring in, it's no use.
Those who previously mocked Xing Baohua for his miserable situation, and now still want to interview him, have all been blacklisted.
Jin Xin flew in from Paris and the first thing he asked Xing Baohua upon meeting him was, "How did you do that?"
"Belief—after thoroughly studying the data my assistants compiled for me, I developed a belief and a decision. Holding onto that belief, no matter how severe the losses, remaining steadfast is victory." Xing Baohua smiled slightly and began his rambling again.
Jin Xin believed it, which means many others believed it too.
The pound continued to fall, dropping to around 1.75, bringing Xing Baohua over two billion US dollars in just two days.
Xing Baohua's total profit has reached over 5 billion yuan, why hasn't he closed his positions yet?
This guy probably doesn't want to make billions!
The key point is that Xing Baohua's final high-priced order involved leverage of 1,000 times!
Even the savings accumulated by old aristocratic families over hundreds of years couldn't withstand it!
Previously, he was indifferent, neglectful, and unresponsive to Xing Baohua.
In the past, the media ridiculed Xing Baohua, but now? They're anxious and trying every means to reconcile with Xing Baohua.
The nobles had only lost about 5 billion, but out of pride and arrogance, they felt that meeting with Xing Baohua was like admitting defeat.
Didn't they say Xing Baohua wanted to acquire the team? They have several clubs; if they could sell the club, their losses would be greatly reduced.
As a result, the chairmen of all the top-tier clubs in the Greater Eagles wanted to meet with Xing Baohua to discuss the acquisition.
Manchester City, in particular, were in the lead. Unfortunately, they still ran into obstacles.
As for that sweet girl from The Sun, she's in trouble now. She took so much money from the club but didn't even reply, and now she's been sued.
Jin Xin asked Xing Baohua, "How much do you plan to earn before you stop?"
“We’ll wait for those noble representatives to come and discuss it. I want to target a price around 1.2-1.3. To be on the safe side, I estimate we’ll ship around 1.3,” Xing Baohua said.
"How many billions would that be?"
Seeing Jin Xin's surprised look, Xing Baohua said, "Look at you, so hopeless! Have you never seen money before? If it meets expectations, it will be around 38 to 40 billion."
"The speed at which you make money is probably unmatched by anyone."
"It's not something that happens every year. You didn't see me almost losing everything, just a tiny bit more. Ten billion or so was gone."
"If you're gone, you're gone. I earn hundreds of thousands a year from salary and bonuses, and I still can't afford to support you."
Upon hearing Jin Xin's words, Xing Baohua rolled her eyes at her. He was already over 10 billion yuan in debt, yet someone still coveted his body.
He's not Tang Zeng, is he? Does he have a good appetite?
Just then, Xiao Tian called out to Xing Baohua, asking him to come over to him.
Xing Baohua walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss, the main service was paused for ten seconds just now. After that, I saw someone retrieving the logs from the backend. I also went to the exchange's backend, and they were checking there as well, especially the 2 yuan transaction on your electronic order."
Xing Baohua sneered, "If it were me, I'd investigate too. Can we even hold the line?"
"They can't find a transaction price of 1.999. Don't worry," Xiao Tian said, patting his chest.
At this moment, Jin Xin seemed to understand something and asked, "You're also making electronic orders. Where did the money come from?"
“We’ll do the betting, and we’ll do the electronic betting too. Why are you bothering with my money from those two? I’m just counting on the money from the electronic betting for pocket money.”
Xiao Tian turned his head and looked at Xing Baohua: ...
He looked disgusted. This is almost a billion yuan, and he's treating it like pocket money? This bastard really knows how to brag!
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