"Galil will have a surge in price later … Hiss …" Lynch waved his hand and rolled down the window. The smoke he exhaled dissipated.
He didn't care about the outside world at all. His attention was focused on organizing his thoughts. At the same time, he wanted Lyme to complete the next stage of his work.
It wasn't because Lynch trusted Lyme that much, but because he believed in human nature.
Human nature would never change too much. Anyone living in this world, or any living creature, as long as he or she was alive, he or she would definitely have needs.
Living was a need in itself. Other than that, there was also the need to fill one's stomach, the need to grow physically, the need to spiritually … There were many.
Humans were one of the most complicated creatures with the most desires. No one could say that they could see through a person 100%. When people said that they could see through a person, it meant that they had discovered the deepest desire in a person's heart.
For someone like Lyme, who was suddenly promoted from the bottom, it was very difficult for him to leave Lynch and work alone in a short period of time. He would even treat such a thought as a terrifying betrayal.
In addition, if he wanted to gain more profits, he had to help Lynch manage his financial accounts. Otherwise, he would have to go back to the bottom of society to sell Little Yellow and rely on deceiving customers to survive.
He had seen the scenery of the mountains. How could he be willing to go back to the sewers?
Therefore, Lynch trusted him a lot in a short period of time. He didn't trust Lyme as a person, but he trusted Lyme's human nature and desires, which Lynch could see through with a single glance.
Lyme took out a notebook and pen and recorded seriously. Every time Lynch made a "prophecy", it was as if he could see the future with his own eyes. It was fascinating and somewhat frightening.
The best way to deal with fear was not to defeat it, but to maintain the fear of fear.
His attitude was to maintain the fear of Lynch's mysterious "prophecies". In order to avoid the illusion created by his memory, he specially prepared a notebook and pen.
"With a large number of orders, Galil will definitely rise. And I have a fairly confident inference that this wave of increase is actually a kind of speculation."
He took a puff of his cigarette. His thoughts became calmer and his senses became sharper. His eyes flashed with the light of wisdom that made people unable to look directly at him. "The main force of large financial institutions is to restore production and rebuild. Only those international hot money wandering around like wild dogs will look for opportunities everywhere."
Lynch's judgment on this point was not too much of a problem. For example, the financial groups behind Mr. Vaudric and Mr. Patu were not mainly focused on the financial field. Instead, they took advantage of the terrible financial disaster that struck the world.
They tried their best to buy land, merge factories and enterprises, and buy laboratories without affecting the operation of the group.
No one would throw a large amount of money into the financial market to hold it for a long time. For ordinary people all over the world, this was indeed a disaster, but for these people, this was a grand banquet.
Only in stable times, when they could not expand so unscrupulously, would they focus on the operation of capital. But now was definitely not the time.
In addition, Galil's performance in the foreign exchange market had always been poor. It would not change dramatically just because of the establishment of diplomatic relations with the Federation and the signing of a large contract.
Only after the first phase of the construction of Nagalil was completed, and it could maintain a high level of enthusiasm and cohesion to continue to the second phase, would Galil have a real increase in value.
"This wave of increase will soon end. When those international hot money find that there is a lack of people to pay for their frenzy, Galil's price will gradually return to normal."
"Mr. Lynch, shall we enter the venue?" asked Lyme as he jotted down his notes.
His thought was that since Lin Qi knew that this wave of increase would end soon, then perhaps the best thing to do was to wait and see.
After all, as long as they invested, there would be risks, and huge risks. However, he obviously ignored Lynch's courage.
Lin Qi nodded slightly. "Of course. This time, we won't be able to take advantage of the big organizations. However, we can take advantage of these international hot money. They are very greedy. This is their weakness and also our opportunity."
When the Federation's economy was developing rapidly a few years ago, the international hot money treated it as a hotbed of wealth.
But once the war was over, the post-war reconstruction and the reformulation of the market rules of various countries were more profitable than the profits that the Federation could provide them. They immediately ran away.
The financial tsunami and economic crisis of the Federation were directly related to these people.
Now, the reconstruction contracts of various countries were basically negotiated. They were full and began to poke their heads out to look for opportunities in the international market. They were used to this kind of irresponsible international hot money. They never cared about morality or ethics. All they cared about was money.
Then, they would create an opportunity to see money, and then swallow it up.
"After I go to Najalil tomorrow, I will talk to some of their provincial governors, including the central government of the United Kingdom. There may be some good news by then. Before …" Lynch glanced at his watch. There was a calendar on it. "Before September 6th, quietly enter the market. All positions are expected to rise …"
Lyme was stunned. "All positions, Mr. Lynch?"
He repeated the question, hoping to get further confirmation from Lynch because this "all positions" was a little too much.
Capital leverage was always a magical existence. It could make you make ten times or even a hundred times more money.
Originally, you could only make one dollar, but with capital leverage, you could easily make one hundred or two hundred dollars. And people only had to bear the "insignificant" risk from the bank.
The last time he sniped Fra and made copper ore, Lynch made three million. In addition to the trading seats in his hands, some capable people had entrusted their financial accounts to Lynch's "Blackstone Fund" to operate.
These entrusted accounts would sign an agreement with Lynch. Under possible circumstances, he would try his best to ensure that these people made money. But if they were to make a loss, the foundation would notify these clients and give them a formal "Financial Risk Notification."
Then, they would be given the choice to stop the loss before the stop loss line, or continue to entrust the foundation to operate until the second stop loss line.
Generally speaking, if there was a loss, the people in these accounts would not lose too much. Even if the foundation could not contact them when they were making a loss, when the stop loss regulation was violated, the foundation would directly clear out the accounts and leave.
This was also the reason why people dared to entrust their accounts to others. They would not lose all their money at once. At most, they would lose a little. But if the foundation could not guarantee a profit, the loss would not be as simple as a little money.
The funds in these accounts and the funds in Lynch's account totaled more than ten million. It was definitely a big deal.
But then again, tens of millions of funds could definitely cause a bloodbath within the Federation. But when it came to the international scene, it did not seem to be enough, so they needed to rely on other forces.
"All of them. I have a good relationship with Jinhui Bank. Maybe they are willing to provide us with a higher leverage ratio …" Lynch frowned. "Before I leave tomorrow morning, I will tell you the result."
He told them some more details, and soon the car stopped outside a magnificent gate. After the car stopped, the greeter standing on the roadside opened the door, bent down and helped Lynch out of the car, and called him "Mr. Lynch."
This was Jinhui Bank. The purpose of Lynch's visit was to talk to the head of the financial business department of Jinhui Bank about funding. Last time, he only got a ten-fold funding opportunity. Otherwise, he would have made more than two million.
Although the bank would make a steady profit in this funding process, they would also evaluate the risk. No financial activity could be 100% risk-free.
Once there was a problem with the allocation of large leverage, the bank might lose everything. Although the managers shouted every day that they could provide people with a hundred-fold leverage, in fact, this was just a gimmick most of the time.
Most of the time, the leverage index was between two and fifty times. Not to mention, the financial situation was very bad now, and banks were very conservative in their financial work.
If Lynch wanted more leverage ratio, he had to talk to them in person.
He had already talked to Joe Griman, and the other party had also contacted some of his connections in the head office of Bupain. The other party was also amazed that Joe Griman could be friends with a new figure like Lynch.
In addition, Lynch's reputation in this circle was still very good, so this negotiation between Lynch and the bank was facilitated.
This was the head office of Jinhui Bank in Bupain. Everything seemed very vulgar. There was gold everywhere, but it was this kind of vulgarity that made people indulge in it. Perhaps there was no such thing as elegant people in this world.
When he walked into the hall, Lynch noticed the transparent floor tiles under his feet. Under the transparent floor tiles was the movement of a clock!
Yes, a golden mechanical movement was under the floor. The floor should not be made of glass. Perhaps it was made of some other material. It was very clear and well-maintained. There were no scratches on it.
A golden gear the size of the hall was slowly rotating. Every slight advance of the hour hand seemed to be transmitting a very special power to people.
"The core beneath your feet is made of pure gold. Time is money, and this is a perfect example of that!"
A very well-dressed man with the air of a successful person greeted him with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lynch. I'm the head of the financial department, Carl."