At first, no one cared about the catastrophe.

It was nothing more than a period of poor harvests, the collapse of an unbreakable union, a flurry of securities figures, a contraction of a multinational food company, an unexpected rush – until the catastrophe swept the world.

It was the last day of August, and the sun was shining as usual on the gray streets of St. Petersburg.

John Dow Jones, the head of operations at Citibank in the United States, woke up early in the morning with clear air and cloudless skies outside his window showing no sign that something bad was about to happen in the place. John unhurriedly finished the breakfast prepared by the beautiful Russian maid, and paid only ten dollars for a full day's service, which is unimaginable in the United States.

He didn't notice the sparse clouds in the sky outside the window taking on the appearance of fragmentation.

At 8:40 a.m., Mr. John picked up his handbag and expertly pinched it on the maid's plump body.

"When I come back in the evening, I've got another big deal today!"

With the Russian woman's frightened screams, John giggled and walked out the door and got into his beloved Ford - the old Russian guys in the southeast corner of the city had finally relented, and if nothing else, he was about to make another hefty loan order, and there was probably no easier deal in the world.

Although it is not known which side will do it first, everyone knows that the day of harvest is not far away.

The exchange rate of the ruble, which has been holding out for more than half a year, has finally begun to fall, which means that this false economic wave has finally reached its peak, and those greedy and stupid former Soviet people who yearn for freedom and hope will soon wake up from their sweet dream.

As he drove around the corner, John saw a crowd of despondent people hurrying along.

And judging from the direction in which they walked and ran, it should be that they were going to go to the potato shop on the edge of the city, an Austrian group of fools who sold nothing but potatoes, and it still collected rubles.

"Poor fellows......"

John muttered and shook his head slightly sarcastically.

Obviously, even in the face of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, there are many stupid people who do not understand the infinite charm hidden by financial capital, and still use the ancient trading methods of more than a dozen centuries ago to make money by retailing goods.

It is a pity that all this is simply vulnerable in the face of advanced American financial theories.

As a brilliant banker, John Dow Jones has 10,000 ways to combine wealth management products, securities fluctuations, and loan packages...... Squeeze the value out of the hands of these honest and honest businessmen.

John froze his mind for a moment to sweep these thoughts out of his mind.

Before the horn of attack was sounded at the US headquarters, perhaps in the eyes of those former Soviet Unionists, they were not equally generous and kind international friends, providing everyone with high returns and absorbing free deposits at high interest rates in an intimate and detailed manner.

Merely......

Even among predators, there is an extremely strict hierarchy of food chains......

In the face of these poor grass-eating private enterprises, Citibank, JPM Bank and other venture capital institutions will not have the slightest mercy and hesitation, waiting for the moment of avalanche, these basic industries that maintain a superficial peace have no value.

A few minutes later, when John arrived at the spacious Citibank parking lot, things started to look unusual.

The Citibank branch in St. Petersburg is located on the most central shopping street in the city, and most of the people who usually pass through it are professional managers in suits and leather shoes, and even if there is an occasional Russian or two who come to mortgage the property, they will try to clean up their shabby appearance, or at least not look like a beggar who has come to beg.

Just as John Dow Jones stepped out of the car and was about to enter the bank, he suddenly saw a large group of people in strange costumes walking by the street not far away—most of them wearing cloaks, each of them looking extremely nervous, and talking in a serious whisper, as if something terrible had happened.

As a bank manager, John's keen ears heard bits and pieces intermittently.

"-bank, explosion-attack-"

"Massive looting, gold—their civil war—revenge—"

John stopped abruptly and turned his head in fear.

It was a terrible land, and he had known it for a long time, and legend had it that the former Soviet Union had a large, ruthless internal purge organization, and all the Americans sent to the country were constantly worried about it.

Could it be that these devilish proletariats are plotting to storm the banks and hang them all?!

But when John turned around and looked carefully, the group suddenly disappeared.

Delusion?

John took a deep breath and walked uneasily through the bank's door, intending to emphasize the bank's security later, to make sure no one would break down and rob the bank, whose vaults were now filled with rubles.

These are the most valuable weapons they are preparing to use in their financial harvest in the near future.

Loans, bonds, exchange rates, as long as the ruble can still be used to buy things, they have enough time to make a snowball little by little, and then the magical form of the bank's balance sheet turns this liability into a tempting cake in an instant.

............

At the same time, several kilometers in the air.

HMS Hyperion's bridge.

"Your Majesty, Russia, Ukraine, Belarus...... A total of eleven Gringotts Bank branches have all sent a call for help to the local Ministry of Magic, and the Destiny Syndicate battle team disguised as 'Death Eaters' has completed its evacuation......"

Fairy Douglas reached out and took a bird-like note from the air, glanced at it.

Half an hour later, the headquarters of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London will hold an urgent press conference to declare war on the traitors in the Americas, and at the same time temporarily freeze all their assets in Europe on the grounds of suspected collusion with dark wizards. Until the financial order of the wizarding world returns to normal, the officials will have no time to care about what is happening in the non-magical world. ”

"Very good......

Elena nodded slightly, her gaze wandering nonchalantly over the tiny town below.

In countless small corners that she could not see, the Destiny Group potato shop from Austria opened its doors on time as usual to greet the people of the former Soviet Union who were waiting outside the door to rush to buy potatoes.

It's just that they don't know it for the time being, and from today onwards - the rules have changed.

In the financial battlefield, the so-called zero-sum game and positive-sum game are just a beautiful fairy tale, and the greed and cruelty of capital are no less than any cruel battlefield that human beings have faced.

Negative sum game, this is the most terrible battle.

Using its own continuous export of capital to make all profits look easy, so as to induce batches of investors to continue to inject funds into the market, creating an illusion that the market can continue and prosper.

And when a large number of market illusions make investors enter the market by mistake, and under the collapse, the one who survives is the winner.

"Open all warehouses, release all the rubles that we have, repay the loan...... Starting with the Mandate of Heaven bloc - a total refusal to redeem and use this currency - within a week, completely destroyed the very existence of the ruble as a base currency. ”

Elena waved her hand indifferently, revealing a cruel smile.

"From now on, in exchange for potatoes, let them put tons and tons of waste paper on every street in these cities, every house and shop, and the door of those American banks—and then, file for bankruptcy protection—"

"As for our ......"

Elena glanced out the window one last time, turned around without hesitation, and sat back in her seat.

"Hyperion, prepare for the jump!"

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