"Let's do it tonight then. You guys call them first, make an appointment, and then we'll start."
"OK!"
At one in the morning, Lu Feng was fast asleep when the phone kept ringing. He crawled out of bed, grabbed the phone, and mumbled, "Who is it?"
"Mr. Lu, this is Prince Maha's translator. I am here to formally inform you that the plan will be implemented tonight. Please be prepared." The translator's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Okay, got it!" Lu Feng's morning grumpiness subsided considerably. He rubbed his face and sat down to call Manager Li.
At the same time, Su Yourong, Zhenkun, and Xiao En all received phone calls. Within ten minutes, traders were sitting in front of trading computers in many parts of the world, monitoring the Thai baht data in real time.
Half an hour later, Maha gave the order that all the funds that could be controlled and were going long should be withdrawn, and that the funds that were going short should be allowed to run rampant and have a free fall.
At 11 a.m. in the United States, most people in the exchange were watching the Thai baht, in addition to the foreign exchange they were interested in. The funds of both sides were battling it out, and the side that was going long was showing signs of weakness, with the price gradually declining.
"Clearly, the short-selling forces need time. Even though the long side is already exhausted, it's no longer a good time to continue shorting at this price."
"I think so too, and I now feel that shorting the Thai baht is very dangerous. So many media outlets are advocating for shorting the Thai baht, which is obviously a ladder for big money. Otherwise, how would they climb out?"
The group murmured amongst themselves when suddenly, one of the traders inside screamed, as if he had encountered something terrifying. Immediately, the other traders joined in, repeatedly shouting "Fuck!"
"What happened?!"
"It's collapsed!!"
"It's collapsed!!"
"The Thai baht has collapsed!!!"
"What?"
The crowd stirred. Those handling business at the windows, or those with their own computers in the VIP rooms, stared at the computer screens as if they had seen a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, all the funds that went long were withdrawn, the short sellers lost their support and fell into a trap. The candlestick chart drew a straight and long falling line, and the price instantly went from 48 yuan to 72 yuan!
At this moment, all currency transactions disappeared from the screens in the hall, and the exchange rate of 72 Thai baht to one US dollar was displayed in large letters.
"Seventy-two? Seventy-two!!"
Screams erupted everywhere, disbelief written all over everyone's faces. How could this be? Such a rapid collapse was unheard of; perhaps only Bitcoin in later generations could compare.
"I should have shorted it, why didn't I? Who just told me that shorting the Thai baht is dangerous right now?"
"Shouldn't this be the end?"
What happened in Thailand? Did God throw them into the sun?
"What exactly happened? Has war broken out?"
Nobody knows what happened; everyone is trying to contact their people in Thailand by phone to find out what's going on.
At this moment, Quantum Fund and Tiger Fund appeared remarkably calm. They knew why all this was happening. Soros looked at the data in the trading market. As the price fell to seventy-two dollars, the trading volume plummeted. No one dared to short at this time, nor did anyone dare to go long.
“Now is the time to flee. Call the Schroders Group and have them boost trading volume. Have their fund managers call their clients and tell them to buy Thai baht!” Soros instructed his assistant.
I made the call, and the person on the other end said they would report it immediately, then hung up.
Inside the office, John listened to the report at a leisurely pace, glancing at the managers beside him, and said, "They make money, and Europeans foot the bill? Where is there such a good thing? Besides, aren't our clients human beings? They're stuck with Thai baht, and they might not be able to get out for the next ten years."
"What about this matter?"
"Wait a little longer. We need to do what we've been told to do, and we also need to give an explanation to those below. We can't afford to lose too much, or the customers will complain." John instructed the managers, "Calculate it carefully. We can't let them make too much."
Everyone smiled knowingly. They were all in the underworld; there were no truly good people among them.
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