I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 654 - 652: Who Should We Start With?
"It's over!"
The sudden margin call was like setting off fireworks, one after another and in batches.
Fortunately, they had prepared a backup plan. Some people had left a conventional amount, twice the usual funds as the margin, but nobody had anticipated that they actually needed to use that money!
Half an hour later, the smokeless war finally ended, and they had completely failed!
"How much money is left?"
"7... 7 trillion US Dollars."
"Cough, cough, cough!" The person in charge almost coughed up blood.
From 52 trillion US Dollars, now only 7 trillion remained. The remaining 45 trillion had all become Zhang Menglong's spoils of war; even the reserve margins might not have left much of the 7 trillion US Dollars.
He was not sure whether he should be happy for the 7 trillion US Dollars or cry over the 45 trillion.
"Tens of thousands of financial talents, over 50 trillion US Dollars in liquid assets," thinking of these numbers, all the traders were terrified. Could there actually be someone who alone could take on the whole world? Was there anything more absurd than this?
The craziest part was that their computers had been hacked just then, displaying four words in 36 different languages across everyone's screens.
Translated into Chinese it read, "Thank you, boss!"
Some of the older traders had strokes on the spot. Yes, they had indeed sent a huge sum of money to Huaxia... no, to Zhang Menglong.
As long as Zhang Menglong withdrew from the foreign exchange market, all these funds could be immediately liquidated!
Over 100 trillion US Dollars...
Damn, all the US Dollars in the foreign exchange reserves around the world put together couldn't take him down now. This time, not only did they fail to simply kill Zhang Menglong with one strike, but they even nurtured a more formidable Zhang Menglong. It was like feeding kills in League of Legends!
Suddenly, they realized something.
They believed, Zhang Menglong certainly understood what happened today and definitely knew who was behind it; for now, Zhang Menglong was busy calculating the spoils, so he remained quiet.
But what kind of person was Zhang Menglong? He was Huaxia's power plant, the human Pikachu, aka 100,000 volts... sorry, the wrong person has entered, wrong set.
What kind of person was Zhang Menglong? He was someone who would never miss an opportunity to show off. If bitten by a mosquito, he'd whip out the Italian Cannon, and if bitten by a dog, would bite one back.
Would he let them off?
100 trillion US Dollars, even if he attacked the foreign exchange markets of 100 countries at the same time, he would effortlessly start a bloody massacre!
An average of 1 trillion US Dollars per country!
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How many countries have foreign currency reserves over a trillion US Dollars?
Until today, America's currency was the US Dollar, ranked number one; Huaxia had 3.2 trillion US Dollars, ranked second; Kaibong had 1.6 trillion US Dollars, ranked third... oh, the third place is just left with 700 billion US Dollars now!
That means, by targeting 100 countries, Zhang Menglong could easily overturn 97 of them!
He alone was a hundred times scarier than an economic crisis!
...
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Who is it, who is it? Rushing for a death wish?" Zhang Menglong was just enjoying an afternoon's sunlight spa when the knocking made him somewhat irritable, "Su Pa Ido's smile is not as cheap as yours, the July afternoon sun is not as shameless as you!"
"Old Zhang, you haven't started yet, have you?" Wang Ling rushed into Zhang Menglong's house and rudely grabbed an apple to munch on.
"Not yet, why are you in such a hurry? We haven't even handled the domestic issues yet. Let's wait until I have them dumfounded before we retaliate. You're making me feel like you've got ulterior motives for me," Zhang Menglong adjusted his open bathrobe.
"Get lost, I'm not interested in men!" Wang Ling showed a disgusted expression, "How's the situation on your end? There are still three days this week, can you sort it out?"
"Who do you think you're underestimating?" Zhang Menglong said, "Sorting out those shrimp soldiers and crab generals, half a day is enough."
"Blow it out your ear!"
At that moment, Zhang Menglong's cell phone rang—it was a video call from Xu Ze.
"Looks like it's done!" Zhang Menglong said with a smile as he answered the video.
"Boss, it's handled!"
"Oh, that was quick. How did it go?"
"We've made a profit of 45 trillion US dollars," Xu Ze said, "damn them, some of them got away. They even managed to scrape together a few hundred billion US dollars from somewhere and paid up the margins on some accounts. Under our barrage, they didn't burst their positions but took off with 60% losses."
"Not bad, I'm quite satisfied with this result."
"Oh, and those international speculators trying to take advantage of the fire? I dealt with them too—just a small fund of 300 billion US dollars, just spare change."
"I'm actually..."
Wang Ling standing beside Zhang Menglong had pretty much turned to stone.
What the hell is this, Zhang Menglong only entered the market this morning, right? It's barely past two in the afternoon, the forex market hasn't even closed, and Zhang Menglong has already knocked off work?
And what's with 'dealt with them on the way'? 300 billion US dollars—that's enough to buy out Wang Ling's family's conglomerate ten times over!
What's the point of wars in history? To plunder wealth, to seize resources!
Could even the First and Second World Wars combined have netted 45 trillion US dollars?
Undoubtedly impossible!
45 trillion US dollars! Zhang Menglong achieved it in half a day; he practically sheared half the world's wool, earning what half the world would in one year!
"You're seriously ruthless! Not opening for three years but feasting enough for three years once you do!"
"No, it's more like you've opened once and can now feast for 3000 years!"
"My fault?" Zhang Menglong shrugged, "People were stuffing money into my pockets left and right; I can't just not take it, can I? All I did was defend myself. What evil could I, Zhang Menglong, possibly harbor?"
"Give me a break," Wang Ling, whose priorities had shifted from the 45 trillion US dollars, said, "what do you plan to do now?"
"I'll take care of those speculators first. I need to stabilize the domestic market," Zhang Menglong said, "today the interest rate is adjusted to 7.9%. I don't know how many businesses and families will go bankrupt. I need to resolve these issues quickly, otherwise I won't even feel good about this money."
"You do seem quite concerned about the nation, but what about those people? You're not planning to deal with them?"
"Deal with them! Of course!" Zhang Menglong said, "have you heard of the Tathagata Palm Technique?"
"Of course I have heard of it—regretting the overconfident dragon, flying dragon in the sky, hidden dragon in the abyss... Oh wait, that's the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The Tathagata Palm Technique is the one that comes crashing down from the sky..."
"I'm not talking about that Tathagata Palm Technique. I'm talking about the Tathagata Palm Technique from 'Love Apartment,'" Zhang Menglong laughed, "the loser must be slapped ten times by the victor, whenever and wherever, without resisting, no matter the force used, but the victor cannot wear a ring."
"What about it?"
"The scariest part of the Tathagata Palm Technique isn't the beating; it's that you never know when it's going to hit you," Zhang Menglong said with a sly smile, pulling out a list with the names of 89 countries and the US dollars they contributed.
"Dang, it's like a death note!"
"Tell me, what do you think their mood is right now?"
"They don't know when you will start to retaliate, nor from when you will start," Wang Ling understood Zhang Menglong's point, "so right now they must be panicking like crazy, probably can't even sleep well."
"Exactly," Zhang Menglong said, "that's why I'm not in a hurry to deal with them. I'm going to wait until they're numb with fear, have begun to forget this matter, and then give them a nasty surprise out of the blue!"
"Fuck... they're really not human, and you're really a beast!"
"Hehe, so who should we start with?"
