The world is bustling, and profits come and go.

The geometric wealth brought about by the volatility of the financial market is destined to be filled with countless news factors and smart people at the top of this market.

Unbeknownst to Paul Tudor Jones, when he gave the order to cut his position in the US dollar and bet on the lira and the pound, the Bank of America in the president's office on Wall Street also made the decision to sell the lira and the pound short.

At the same time, Wall Street Merchandise Corporation.

Bruce Koffler, a legendary trader in the foreign exchange market for many years, stared closely at the lira's price comparison, carefully calculating the chips that the Bank of Italy still had in its hands.

100000000 buy 868.2515

......

100000000 buy 867.2050

......

Two and two billion

1.8 billion

1.5 billion

1.1 billion

......

With a large purchase on the computer, Bruce Koffler's eyes flashed.

The only one who can dare to buy lira now is the Bank of Italy, but in the past 20 minutes, the transaction amount of the lira has exceeded 4 billion, which means that the Bank of Italy's chips are only 1 billion US dollars at most.

Billion dollars!

Glancing at the lira that had already been borrowed from the company's account, Bruce Koffler did not hesitate any longer, quickly typed in a series of numbers, and tapped hard.

874.5800 sell 1000000000

876.2850 sell 10000000000

......

878.2850 sell 10000000000

......

881.2580 sell 1000000000

.......

882.2585 buy flat 1

883.2585 buy flat 1

885.2585 buy flat 1

.......

Otherwise, stop loss is one of the more important principles than life.

And the principle of stop loss: there is a new high above the new high, and there is a new low below the new low.

With the large amount of money sold, the price of the lira quickly fell below the previous high and broke through 881.2850, and countless handicaps that were forced to close or voluntarily closed were swarming out from the right side of the handicap, densely crowded together, drowning the entire market in a sea of red numbers.

889.2585

890.3850

......

On the battlefield, the most tragic confrontation is when the two sides fight against each other.

But the most tragic, the craziest, and the deadliest times are always the time of rout and flight.

People are always controlled by reason and out of control by instinct.

When one loses one's mind in fear, instinct dominates one's consciousness, and in one's instinct to escape for one's life, even a great general cannot stop a defeated army.

The horses are trampled, the comrades are trampled, and anyone or anything that stands in the way of escape will become an enemy in the instinct of losing their minds.

But the irony is that they have the courage to slash and kill anyone or anything that stands in their way, but they never have the courage to turn back and face the butcher knife that is slashing at their heads. Because the fear and killing machine that almost permeated the entire battlefield had already penetrated their souls and blood, and under the instinctive survival, only the consciousness dominated by instinct remained.

Escape!

Flee to survive.

The lira's continuous new lows instantly destroyed the will of all bulls in the market, and in the face of the huge rise that devoured money and devoured souls, the stop-loss order fled frantically, almost at a price ratio of thousands of basis points per millisecond, and instantly blasted the lira to the position of 892.3850.

Everyone knows that if you run fast, maybe there will be a little left, and if you run slowly, you will face the result of losing your position.

Escape!

If you escape fast, you can still leave an arm, and if you lose your stop slowly, you will be burdened with huge debts.

The dense closing orders poured down as if they didn't want money, piled up on the handicap, like the numbers of ant colonies, and the money skins reflected were full of blood-red color.

Finished!

It's all over!

Looking at the dense handicap on the computer and the rapidly rising lira price, Qian Pi's whole body seemed to be drained of all his blood, and his face was pale and slumped to the chair.

He knew that the tide was turning.

In such a completely collapsed market, there was nothing left to stop the lira from falling, and he could only watch as the wealth that the Italian people had worked so hard to accumulate for decades was plundered.

Unwillingness, humiliation, anger, and self-blame, like a sharp knife stabbed into Qian Pi's heart, he gave up the securities market and the real estate market to defend the exchange rate, but ushered in this cruel price.

In a few months' time, winter will be drowning in the blizzard, and the 70 million families in Italy will die of hunger and poverty.

No! I am not reconciled.

The Italian population has never liked war, why did those damn bastards force Italy again and again.

Our Lady is above!

God the Father is above!

Will you be able to bear to watch Italy being invaded and plundered by those demons?

They are your most godly servants!

The boundless desperation caused Ciampi to fall to his knees, and now the lira has depreciated far beyond the lower band of ECU volatility, which means that Italy will be forced to withdraw from the European common economy.

The central bank has lost billions of dollars, and the money will be distributed among everyone of the Italian citizens.

What's even more frightening is that Italy is heavily dependent on imports of food and cotton, and even coal is completely dependent on imports, and as the lira depreciates, domestic inflation is bound to skyrocket in an instant.

Winter is coming, and by that time, how many families will not be able to survive due to the loss of financial resources and the skyrocketing prices.

However, as the governor of the central bank, he could do nothing.

Countless old people and children froze to death and starved to death on a cold and snowy night.

What am I going to do?

In humiliation and despair, the nails on his hands sank deep into the skin, and blood dripped down the cracks in his nails and fell to the ground.

Perhaps it was the pain that made people sober, and Qian Pi, who was immersed in great self-blame and regret, was suddenly stunned, and his eyes instantly burst with hope.

It's not like there's no way!

Yes, it's not like there's no way.

That damn Eastern devil is in Italy right now, and if you catch him, you can get the money back that you have earned.

He can't afford to provoke the Americans, he can't afford to provoke the Germans, and he can't afford to mess with those bastards who are behind his back, but an Oriental, why is he maliciously short on the land of Italy?

That's right, it's just shorting, he maliciously undermines the financial order in Italy.

Thinking of this, Ciampi's spirit couldn't help but lift, and he rushed to Casio with red eyes like crazy, and grabbed Cassio by the collar fiercely.

Suddenly attacked by Ciampi, the smug smile on Casio's face instantly condensed on his face, and a handsome face was also frightened a little pale.

Working with Ciampi for a long time, he deeply knows how much this old man loves this country.

Is he going to kill me?

Looking at those bloodthirsty eyes, Casio instinctively struggled and roared.

"Champi. You're crazy, what do you want to do? Let go of me. ”

"Carlo. You calm down. ”

"Governor Money......"

Ciampi completely ignored his colleague's call, staring at Casio's eyes with red eyes, full of naked murderous intent.

"Casio. I'll give you a choice. Find out the address of that Oriental, or I'll kill you. ”

Friday, September 4th.

At 23:30 p.m., the London spot foreign exchange market closed.

The lira quoted 893.3870, down 15 percent.

Looking at the scale of the profits, Shen Jiannan lit a cigarette intoxicated, and danced jazz steps in the living room naked.

That's $600 million.

With so much money, it can completely solve the financial problems faced by the first security, and then take a part of it back to China, and it can also completely solve the funding gap required by Jiuding.

What's more, there is an old British leek waiting in the back.

"Fifty-six Nationalities and Fifty-six Flowers"

"Fifty-six siblings are one family"

"Fifty-six languages in one sentence"

“.......”

"Athletes take a step"

"Building Our Country"

“......”

Like a nervous disorder, Shen Jiannan was jumping and roaring in the living room, full of energy, so that Yulia and Qina, who were lying on the sofa as if they had been hit by a tank, glanced at each other with resentment.

It is said that there are only tired oxen, and there is no ploughed land.

But this guy is simply like a perpetual motion robot, completely tireless.

Bang –

A loud bang suddenly sounded, and before a few people in the house could react, more than a dozen heavily armed policemen broke into the house led by a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

Shen Jiannan was taken aback and yelled at the group of people who were not good.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into people's houses? Do you still pay attention to the law, and do you have the royal law?"

The person who came looked at the naked Shen Jiannan fiercely, glanced at the entire living room, and finally confirmed that there was no resistance force, so he focused on Shen Jiannan again.

"You're Shen Jiannan? I'm Danny Houston, the Italian Financial Market Supervisory Authority. We suspect that your company is suspected of maliciously shorting the lira by exploiting a loophole in the rules in the forex market, and now please come with us!"

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