If the stormy Yangbo family bank is like the second child who has just done it, and the strong fighting spirit cannot prevent the sharp weakening of credit, then in contrast, the credit of the lighthouse bank can be called a golden gun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Antron showed the million-dollar check from the Lighthouse Bank, which made Mr. Manager's heart skip a beat.

How can two poor students have a million capital?

Mr. Manager flipped through the check with questions and saw a signature on the back - Roland Kolas!

"Mr. Antlon, how is Young Master Roland doing? It's been a long time since I've seen him. ”

"Are you familiar with Mr. Roland?"

"Uh-hahaha, I'm very familiar with him, but unfortunately Young Master Roland is not familiar with me......" The manager laughed dryly.

The same rich people have different social status in the eyes of the manager, and there are still a few millionaires in the big family, but those people's checks are not endorsed by Roland Colas, and their status is far less than that of Antron and Eurome, the two little guys who run errands for Roland Colas.

Who is Roland Colas? You're too old-fashioned!

The scandal between Young Master Roland Colas and Sister Yangbo is the most fashionable topic in the social circle of the upper class of Baiou Port. There was no doubt that he would further increase his influence in Hakull Harbor, but it was only curious whether he would eventually choose the petite and majestic Admiral Victoria, or marry the beautiful and noble Storm Lord Lyubov.

"Humph! Look at that sycophant, wagging his tail and smiling all over his face, eager to kneel down and lick the shoes of those two students, it's disgusting! Jonathan spat at the big room manager, turned back and asked Campbell, "I heard that those two little guys have a deep relationship with that merry boy from the south?" ”

Campbell didn't say anything, pulled a white glove out of his jacket pocket, and shook it at Jonathan.

Jonathan tacitly sighed, believing that Roland Colas was the agent hired by the Yanbo sisters to bring in the city, and that Antron and Orome, the two little-known little guys, were just small workers who ran errands for Roland Colas, the "white gloves" of the "white gloves".

"What did you say?!"

An exclamation came from the other side, breaking the peace in the large household. Jonathan looked back and saw the big room manager's face full of astonishment.

"Mr. Antron, you just said that you want to sell the bonds, not continue the acquisition?" The manager couldn't take care of the gaffe and asked eagerly.

Antron didn't answer immediately, reaching out to grasp a blinding red magical aura in front of him, as if he was listening to something. The well-informed gentlemen and ladies present recognized that he was receiving the "Short Alert Technique", presumably to have obtained some urgent message. One can't help but wonder, including Jonathan, who is sending him the letter and what it is? Will it be related to the current trading floor?

Under the gaze of everyone, the red light in Antron's hand gradually disappeared. He opened his eyes, his face was extremely solemn, and he turned to Eurome and said, "The situation has changed, Miss Nikita has just sent an order for us to sell all the bonds as soon as possible and exchange them for cash. ”

"Allow me to interrupt me, sir, I'm afraid you'll lose money if you make a move now......" said the manager, wiping his sweat.

Antron frowned, and replied helplessly: "I know this without you reminding me, in short, help me put the bonds out and sell them at a fifty discount." ”

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The manager's voice trembled. The short-term bonds in the trading floor are indeed falling, but today in general they are still fluctuating around the psychological baseline of 5.5% off the coupon price, and now Antron suddenly sells nearly a million short-term bonds at a 5% discount, like a flood out of the floodgates, which will crush the entire market at once, and even trigger panic selling, as an employee of the Yangbo family, this is a nightmare that he never wants to see.

"Why are you so verbose, is it possible that bond trading regulations only allow you to buy and not sell?" Eurome asked angrily.

"No, no, of course you have the freedom to sell bonds, so I'll help you log out of the trading notice and miss the company." The manager nodded, wiped his cold sweat and trotted all the way away.

The people in the big room who had pretended to be reserved finally couldn't help it, and they also started to talk like the retail hall next door.

Antron, who was originally regarded by them as a "savior of unraveling", suddenly changed his flag, turned around to join the sellers' camp, and pushed the price so low, what is hidden behind this 180-degree change?

Anyone who is not blind can see that the news that Nikita sent him just now is the key.

Nikita is the eldest lady of Lighthouse Bank, a close friend of Roland Kolas, she can represent the common interests of Beacon Hill and Roland Colas to a large extent, and considering the ambiguous relationship between Roland Kolas and the Yanbo sisters, Nikita's sudden order to sell bonds indicates that Beacon Hill and Roland Kolas have lost confidence in the Yangbo family and are no longer optimistic that they will continue to control power in Baigull Harbor, so they are eager to cash out?

What kind of bad news would force Beacon Hill and Roland Colas to abandon such important allies as the Yanbo sisters?

People naturally think of the naval battle blocked by the fog, and naturally come to a not-so-beautiful speculation - the White Gull Harbor fleet, I'm afraid it was defeated!

The securities market is a synthesis of countless nerve endings, and at the same time, it is also a gambling table open to everyone, people sitting at the gambling table are staring at other people's money bags, and at the same time grasping their own money bags, their nerves are highly tense and sensitive, and the slightest wind and grass is like a "berserker" into a state of excitement.

This wave of panic, led by Antron and Orome, mixed with countless suspicions, conspiracies and delusions, quickly infected the hearts of every gambler, forming a common expectation of crisis, which in turn immediately led to a conditioned reflex - the gentlemen and ladies who had pretended to be calm jumped up and scrambled to call for traders to sell their similar bonds at a 50% discount.

Jonathan was at a loss for what to do in the big room, and hurriedly asked Campbell, "Doesn't the situation look good?" ”

Campbell waved his hand expressionlessly, "Hold on, my friend, those two little guys are so clumsy in their acting skills, I pity the fools who have been deceived by them." ”

Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, filled his glass with beer, and said with a smile, "Cheers to fools, we can't make money without fools." ”

The trader, nicknamed "Private of the First Class," opened his mouth to try to persuade Jonathan not to believe Campbell's opinions, but in the end he didn't dare to say it.

The panic in the big room quickly spread to the retail lobby across the wall, creating a vicious chain reaction – the price of short-term bonds, which is relatively lowest, will plummet, and other riskier securities will also plummet, and the decline will be shocking.