Over the past few days, Galil's crazy rise had revived the whole of Buen. As a potential international financial center, there were too many financial investors from both domestic and foreign countries gathered here.
Every place was filled with a kind of vitality that only existed a few years ago. People had smiles on their faces, exchanging their own investment experiences with each other, and exploring some new gossip.
A gentleman who was observing the passers-by turned around, walked to a lounge chair, and sat down. He was only wearing a bathrobe.
He was holding a pure silver Kleve in his hand, and a bottle of expensive high-end wine was on the table beside him.
Everything in the room was luxurious!
A pure-colored, fragrant smoke swirled in his mouth before he exhaled. At the same time, he asked a question, "Is there a chance that Galil will collapse?"
There were some other people in the room besides him.
Some girls were serving these people attentively. Most of these people were not from the Federation. They came from all over the world, but they all had the same name — stinking international speculators.
The only thing that made these people happy was making money. In the process of making money, they never thought about whether their speculative behavior would have a bad impact on some areas and families.
Sometimes, they would even happily talk about how many families they had bankrupted and how many people had jumped off rooftops.
They didn't care. They only cared about how much the numbers in their accounts had increased. That was all they cared about.
Two years ago, they went crazy in the Federation, inflating the Federation's financial system to a very dangerous level. Even if the Financial Management Committee issued various announcements to warn people of the risks in the financial sector, it was useless.
These people constantly exchanged hands with each other, causing the price to rise crazily, arousing people's inner desires and causing them to fall into the trap they had prepared.
As a matter of fact, these methods weren't that brilliant, and they didn't require too much power or preparation. As long as these people started to tacitly play the game of beating drums and spreading flowers, it was the easiest way for international speculators to hurt a country's financial system.
Speculator (1) sells his financial product to Speculator (2) at the price of 10 RMB. Speculator (2) then sells it to Speculator (1) at the price of 11 RMB. Speculator (1) then sells it to Speculator (2) at the price of 12 RMB.
The financial market followed the benchmark of real-time transaction prices. Just like this, the constant exchange of hands caused the price to constantly rise. The price of this financial product would constantly rise to a terrifying number.
This was just a simple description. In fact, the organizers of this drumming and spreading of flowers were not just two people, but thousands of international speculators. They had created a fake financial market, but many people could not see it clearly!
No matter how the people outside tried to persuade them, it was useless. They had created a situation where they could pick up money as long as they bent down. Everyone who joined was making money like crazy!
No matter how calm a person was, they would become irrational in the face of such a crazy increase. As long as they participated, they would become a part of the whole process.
The price kept rising. When they felt that it was about right, they would withdraw and leave. All the buyers would be buried.
An item that was only worth 10 RMB was sold to 50 RMB, 100 RMB by them. They took away several times the profit and then let others fill the hole.
Without these unreasonable speculators who did not consider the market rules, the overheated market would soon cool down. However, this kind of cooling was different from ordinary cooling. It was like pouring a basin of ice water on red-hot steel!
Once the panic selling took place, everyone would fall into hell.
In fact, this set of things was not rare, nor was it new!
The organizations that specialized in auctions actually did the same. Before the project started, they would choose an artist who was somewhat famous in history but whose works were not expensive. They would buy everything that could be bought on the market and then use the power of the media to start hyping up the auction.
After that, they would take out some works and put them up for auction in major auctions. At the beginning, the price was not high, but they were not in a hurry.
They would auction and buy on their own. Once, twice, thrice …
The newspapers kept reporting that the artist's works were suddenly popular in the market, and the price kept rising to an unreasonable level. Then, some layman investors who were attracted by the returns would enter the market and take over.
However, after these people bought the works, they would not be able to sell them. After the hype ended, the market would eventually return to reason and calm.
The current situation was repeating the Federation's financial market two years ago. The turnover rate of Galil's works was too high. The price kept rising. While people were excited, they were also a little scared.
Another person in the room smiled. "Whether the market collapses or not, it won't be too much of a problem for us. The facts have proven it once."
The others in the room laughed softly. They had done it once in the Federation. Even if someone warned the investors that there might be a huge problem, there would always be greedy people. As long as people were a little greedy, they could make money.
"The Federation is still very rich!"
One of them couldn't help but laugh. "Two years ago, their financial market suffered a heavy blow. But now, look, there might be an investor in every lit window on the street. This is like an endless gold mine. As long as you can swing the pickaxe, you will definitely be able to dig out gold!"
The people talked and laughed loudly. Soon, the content of their conversation shifted from financial to other aspects. They would talk about problems that made the girls blush. Looking at the girls' faces, they were even more excited.
After a night of messy living, the group fell into a deep sleep in a villa. This villa was bought two years ago at a very low price during the Federation's financial crisis.
The Federation's financial market was becoming more and more perfect and developed. Most of the world's financial products could be traded here. This also led to the Federation's financial environment and industry influence to become more and more powerful. People were gathering here.
Many international financial practitioners began to shift their focus from Gevra and other countries to the Federation. Of course, the Federation's naval victory was also an important factor. In the future, the Federation might become the core of the world's financial industry.
Therefore, it was very necessary to invest in some real estate in advance. These houses could make a lot of money in the future.
As long as the return was high enough, these speculators didn't mind investing in some industries with slow returns.
Just when the people in the room were still feeling the aftertaste of yesterday's madness, the door of the room was knocked loudly. The owner of the house casually put on a sleeping robe and climbed up from the pile of human bodies while cursing. He walked to the door and opened it.
The sunlight outside the door instantly pierced through the space and shone on the pale faces of the people in the room. The madness of the night had consumed too much of their mental and physical strength. Their faces were a little pale.
He raised his hand to block out the sun and unhappily asked, "What happened? Don't you know that I'm still sleeping?"
The assistant in front of him had his back to the light. The stronger the light, the darker the assistant's face. He simply couldn't see the assistant's appearance. Only when the assistant took a step closer and was about to say something did he notice the panic on the assistant's face.
This also made him realize that something bad had happened. He immediately grabbed the assistant's arm and stood at the door. "What happened?"
The panic in the assistant's eyes could not be concealed. He swallowed and whispered, "Something big has happened …"
"The provincial governor of one of Nagalil's provinces has announced that it is leaving the United Kingdom of Nagalil and establishing itself as a neutral country of Mengshe – Ü-Tsang …"
Tinnitus was a very mysterious phenomenon. Some doctors believed that tinnitus was caused by changes in brain pressure. A momentary change in brain pressure would press down on certain tissues and nerves, resulting in auditory hallucinations, tinnitus, and even visual hallucinations.
As long as the blood pressure and brain pressure were lowered, these phenomena would disappear.
This gentleman had never had tinnitus in the past, but at this moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent. There was not a single sound, only a buzzing sound in his ears.
It was like an alarm from a buzzer that went on and on for a long time without a signal on television.
Darkness appeared in front of his eyes, and his center of gravity became unstable. He almost fell over. Last night, he had consumed too much of his mental and physical strength, and now, he had suffered such a frightening blow that he immediately fainted.
By the time he woke up, he was already lying in a hospital. There were no friends around him, only his assistant anxiously pacing back and forth.
Seeing that he had woken up, his assistant quickly walked over and asked about his condition, but he did not care. He tightly gripped his assistant's hand and used all his strength to hold him back. "Has the warehouse been cleared?"
The assistant's expression was also very unsightly. This meant that the matter was not so simple. He asked, "Where is the Federation's fleet?"
As he spoke, he suddenly sucked in a cold breath of air, the stabbing pain in his head causing him to cry out in alarm.
At this moment, he still had a sliver of hope. The Federation would definitely not allow Nagalil to fall into chaos. The Federation had far too many interests in Nagalil, and they had also sent out a fleet. By now, they should have reached the outer seas of Nagalil.
As long as the fleet reached Nagalil and prepared to attack, there was still room for recovery.
But the assistant's next words made his entire body go cold. "The Federation's Foreign Affairs Minister just … held a press conference. He announced to the world that the Federation will not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries …
"The Federation's fleet is only there to protect the safety of the Federation's investors and workers, to intimidate the Nagalians. They … are not there to help the Nagalil royal family 'quell the rebellion'!"