"This is definitely not the end!"
Looking at the numbers in his financial account, Lynch said lightly.
Lyme didn't know what this sentence meant, but he subconsciously thought that there might be other changes.
Yes, that's right, other changes.
There were many reasons why the price of silver plummeted. The Gaffra's ruling class tacitly gave the Federation an assist.
The two most powerful countries in the world suddenly announced that they were going to attack silver. Who could withstand this kind of pressure?
It wasn't just pressure, it was lethality!
As long as the Gaffra and the Federation blocked the shipping route, silver would rot in everyone's hands. They had the ability and the excuse to do so!
No one could withstand the pressure of two world powers at the same time, so people naturally chose to let go.
The more they earned, the faster they let go.
Mr. Patu used various methods to clear out all his silver ingots in early May, and people owed him a favor because he gave them away at a price lower than the transaction price.
People had to be grateful because they took advantage of Mr. Patu.
But now, they might not think so, especially when Mr. Patu was also a member of the Federation.
But … so what?
A favor owed was still a favor, and no one could erase it. As long as he needed it, these people had to return it, otherwise it would become very troublesome.
It was like an ordinary worker saying that someone was a rascal, this sentence was more like a vent of anger.
But when a well-known upper class person with considerable social influence and authority said this, it was tantamount to a "verdict".
The same words, when spoken by different people, had completely different effects.
After Mr. Patu sold silver, he began to eat gold. Lynch didn't tell him about the problem of gold, but he could feel this trend with his keen perception.
Not only Mr. Patu, but also Mr. Vaudric and other important people like him were quietly buying gold.
They wanted to make sure that the price of gold would get lower and lower so that they could buy more gold at a lower price!
Lynch came back to his senses. He casually threw the pencil in his hand on the table and turned to look at Lyme. "When the gold price disappears, stop all operations."
Once the gold price disappeared, it meant that the six major banks and the Federation government were almost done eating. There was no point in continuing to eat. Instead, because of eating too much, people would be wary of him.
Seeing that Lynch was about to leave, Lyme followed closely behind and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lynch, why did the silver price collapse so completely?"
"It only took a day for it to fall from ten dollars to four dollars. Isn't this too fast?"
He didn't ask why it fell from "nineteen dollars" so quickly.
The spot trading at the international port would never stop, no matter how "fake" it was, there had to be something "real".
The trading price was the "real" price of futures.
The price of the international port would be summarized at the exchange every once in a while, so even if someone wanted to hold the market, they couldn't hold it!
Ports all over the world were crazily selling silver. Who could hold it?
There was no way to hold it. There was a new price almost every minute. There was no way to stop it!
Lynch glanced at him and said with a smile, "This is the power of the country!"
Standing at the door, he turned and stopped. He looked at Lyme and flicked his shoulder as if he was flicking off dust.
"Hold a party, just like before. The company will pay for it. Let the boys relax. Victory belongs to us, and also to them!"
"There's no need to send me off. Go back."
He turned and entered the elevator as he spoke, disappearing from Lyme's sight.
Lyme knew that the silver price would fall, but he didn't expect it to fall so quickly. He originally thought that there might be a fight. After all, the market was worth hundreds of billions. They shouldn't have lost so completely.
Both sides should have a battle of wits and courage, going back and forth like fencing, attacking and defending back and forth. Only then would the winner be decided.
However, he didn't expect that from the beginning, the winner and loser had been decided so quickly.
He couldn't quite understand why the "power of the country" was so terrifying. Shouldn't it be said that market rules were the only truth in the market?
He still didn't understand. He might never understand in this lifetime.
In addition, there was a more important factor, and that was the human heart.
It was like a race to the death. You didn't need to be first. You just needed to be faster than most people.
Looking at the development of the day, when the international investors realized that things were irreversible, they began to liquidate their stocks. No one would hold on to it.
The mine owners also began to sell their stocks, which accelerated the rate of decline.
They were all in a race against time. In the end, some of them ran away, and the rest completely sank into the abyss.
More than half of the money that Lynch earned throughout the process was invested in the purchase of gold. He would choose physical delivery for these transactions. He needed the gold as an important source of future development.
Today, people realized that silver couldn't replace the status of gold. Tomorrow, it would be gold's turn to speak!
The crazy young people in the crazy party had the same thought as the losers on the roadside. "This is incredible!"
However, the feelings of the two sides were completely different!
Lynch didn't drive home. Instead, he drove to the International Affairs Department. Tonight, there would be a very special meeting. It would change the history of the world!
At eight o 'clock, Lynch arrived at the International Affairs Department on time. The gentleman who opened the door for him smiled and led him into a conference room.
He was arranged to sit at the end of the table.
It wasn't that the person who arranged his seat looked down on him. Today, he played the role of a witness, not a participant.
There were diplomatic ambassadors from 17 countries participating in the meeting, including the Guevara diplomat. They sat there with serious expressions, looking down at some documents or chatting in a low voice.
A staff member walked to Lynch's side and handed him the documents. At the same time, he told him some things to pay attention to.
When it was ten past eight, Mr. Trumann pushed the door open and entered in a formal suit.
He walked straight to his seat and sat down. "Sorry, I had to deal with some urgent matters just now. I've kept everyone waiting."
There was some noise in the room. Then, everyone tidied up their things, straightened their backs, and looked at Mr. Trumann.
He smiled first. His smile was very amiable. A diplomat couldn't let people think that he was a bad person at first sight. That wouldn't do. A diplomat must have a deceptive appearance to be qualified.
"We've foiled a conspiracy called the Silver Alliance. We've saved the world from the hands of schemers once again!"
The atmosphere was very good. Lynch felt that the writer of the script was quite good. The expression was relatively reserved.
This didn't seem like a script written by Mr. Trumann himself. If it were him, he would have used a sentence like "We've defeated the ambitious schemers who tried to challenge the existing order …".
But overall, it wasn't bad.
Everyone had smiles on their faces. If there were people from the Silver Alliance here, they would have noticed that the representatives of four countries were also here.
Every time, they were our people who were planted in the enemy's midst. They weren't ashamed of betraying the Silver Alliance's intelligence. They were proud to be sitting here.
Mr. Trumann paused for only a few seconds before he continued, "The world has gone through war. It needs peace and order. And as the victorious country, we should shoulder this responsibility.
"It's the responsibility of every country to maintain world peace. At the same time, it's also our responsibility to maintain the stability of the world's financial order.
"The Silver Case has caused hundreds of billions of funds to evaporate. It has caused a lot of trouble for the international community.
"It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, after serious research, the Federation government intends to establish a new international organization. It will be used to provide security for the settlement of international trade. It will also contribute to the stability of the world's financial system …"
Originally, this plan was called the "Golden Alliance". Of course, this was only the name on the proposal. Lynch had also participated in the formulation of the proposal.
It was just that when it was implemented, they cleverly used a more suitable reason to facilitate this matter.
The Federation government wasn't full of useless people. There were a few smart people.
The Guevra diplomat coughed softly. Mr. Trumann immediately put down the document in his hand and looked at him. "It seems that the Guevra diplomat has something to say."
The diplomat nodded. "First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Trumann for inviting me and allowing me to speak. Secondly, I also agree with the content of this meeting.
"Of course, I also have a small question here …" The diplomat raised his hand and touched the document in front of him. "Who will be in charge of this matter?"
He said apologetically. "I don't mean that the Bailey Federation can't do it. Mr. Trumann, I hope you don't misunderstand me.
"I think that since we're sitting here, we should be honest with each other and build a foundation of mutual trust."
This matter actually happened very suddenly. The Guevra diplomat actually didn't know about it before today. He only heard that the Federation government was very dissatisfied with the Silver Alliance and the silver currency.
Sometimes, officials at the level of a diplomat often "heard" different things from the "heard" of ordinary people.
Now that the Federation government suddenly wanted to form such an organization, the Guevra diplomat was immediately vigilant. They wanted to form a small group.
Moreover, it was very likely that they would form a small group around the Federation. This was something that the diplomat couldn't tolerate.
He had to fight for all the diplomatic rights that might be related to the Guevra interests for his country. This was his mission.
He looked at Mr. Trumann and waited for the other party's answer.