Chapter 63: Whose game is it?

'Haha! Davier, things are going really well at the securities company. Jim only sold 500 million rubles, but that triggered a new wave of selling on the trading floor. When I called back just now, it was said that several hundred million rubles had already been sold. The trading floor is now full of people selling rubles. If this situation continues, the ruble will depreciate by more than 30% again in no more than three days.'

A chubby American entered the study of Davidier, the head of the Knife Tower Project, carrying a mobile phone, and excitedly told him: 'Hey, William, how many times have I told you to knock before entering my study, and to call me Mr Davidier? You still have no manners at all, and you are supposed to be the future financial expert of the United

'Hey, William, how many times have I told you to knock before entering my study and to call me Mr Davier? You still haven't got any manners. You're supposed to be the future financial expert of the United States.' Davier put down the book in his hands, frowned, looked up and down at the other person, and then lectured, 'And you should lose some weight too. Your size will become a big burden in the future. You need to stay healthy.'

The American named William folded his arms and said helplessly, 'Okay, Mr. Davier, you lecture me every time you come. I just want to be a little freer.'

Having said that, William saw Davier's frown again and immediately changed his tone, saying, "I know, I will definitely pay attention in the future, but the most important thing now is still the matter in Northern Russia, isn't it?'

Davier shook his head helplessly, having no way to deal with the self-willed William: "What's the latest news from Zhou Ming and the Northern Russian businessmen?'

'Not yet, but I guess it's because we made the move so suddenly that they didn't react right away. By the time they do and start selling rubles like crazy, they'll have fallen into your trap, Mr Davier!' William said.

Davier also raised the corners of his mouth: 'A Chinese guy, with a bunch of Northern Russians, both of whom know nothing about finance, trying to go against us, they really don't know their place! But Mr Nordemann spoke highly of that Zhou Ming, so let's give him the benefit of the doubt and pay more attention to him.'

Davy said this, but then he picked up the book he had put down and said to William, 'William, tell Jim to pay close attention to the trading floor and let me know immediately if Zhou Ming and the others make any more moves.'

'What else can they do? They're just following our lead, doing whatever we do. What kind of tricks can these people pull?' William shrugged and said disdainfully to Davier.

As soon as William finished speaking, his phone rang. William picked it up and connected the call. When he heard the news, he became a little puzzled: 'Davier, Jim sent news that Irbitov just showed up at the securities company, but he's trying to stabilise the ruble.'

Davie had an expression of knowing this already: 'So what happened? Did the ruble fall even more? And did a large amount of capital continue to sell the ruble?'

'That's right. Why do you know this already, Davie?' William nodded.

'It's not that I knew it, but these people only know how to play this kind of game,' Davier said contemptuously. 'On the surface, they want to release news to maintain the credibility of the ruble, but secretly they are desperately selling the ruble in order to make the most profit for themselves during this fall of the ruble. This is the usual tactic of these traitorous bureaucrats. They use propaganda to make others charge forward while they themselves hide in the background. It's really nothing new.'

'That's really annoying! But luckily we're here to liberate them,' said Wilhelm. "So, Davier, what should we do next? Recycle the ruble immediately? Raise the ruble exchange rate again?'

But Davier immediately shook his head and said no. "Not only will I not raise the exchange rate, I will also help them continue to sell the ruble and let the exchange rate continue to fall.'

William immediately understood Davie's plan: 'Davie, you're playing the long game and waiting for the big catch. You're a crafty one, waiting for them to sell more rubles, when they won't be able to buy them back in a short time.'

'If they weren't greedy and didn't have enough intelligence, they wouldn't have fallen for it. But once something starts, it can't be stopped just because you want it to,'

David said, but then he remembered something and said to William in dissatisfaction, 'William, how many times do I have to tell you before you understand? You have to call me Mr. David!'

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While these two arrogant Americans were pointing out the world in Villa 8 in a very generous manner, something they would never have imagined was happening in the securities company on the other side.

In the trading hall of the securities company, Konon, who had already sold all his rubles, was still looking up at the big screen in the corner of the hall.

Konon's fists were clenched, his white face was red, and he was clearly very excited.

Falling, please continue to fall without looking back!

Konon cried out in his heart, as the exchange rate of the ruble continued to fall on the big screen in the trading hall. Compared to the opening price this morning, it had fallen by more than 20% in just two hours.

'Oh my god! Why can't I sell the ruble now? I can accept any price as long as it's low!'

Suddenly there was a cry of despair from the counter in front of him. Konon glanced at it subconsciously but lost interest because it wasn't the first one. Konon knew that it must be the pain of someone who hadn't had time to sell their rubles.

This is finance. If you don't have first-hand information, then please keep up with the trends as soon as possible. If you can't even keep up with the trends, then you will be eliminated by them.

Konon was very glad that he had just managed to squeeze his way forward and get rid of the rubles in his hands. Otherwise, if he had hesitated at that time, he was afraid that he would now be like these people, crying and shouting here but unable to do anything. Because there has to be a buyer and a seller for a transaction to be considered complete, and now everyone is desperately selling, no one is buying, so even if the price is low, it's still useless, isn't it?

'Hey Konon, so you're really here!'

A familiar voice reached Konon's ears, startling him. He looked back and saw a short, stocky North Russian man. Konon said awkwardly, 'Hello, sir. I'm here because I have some special things to take care of. I've never been absent from work...'

The man was Konon's supervisor at the bank. Konon never expected his supervisor to come here, but he guessed that the supervisor was also attracted here by the plummeting ruble. This made Konon feel very annoyed. How could he have forgotten that his supervisor also paid attention to finance? But it was also very unfortunate that his supervisor found him in the trading hall with so many people.

Although he had made a lot of money trading rubles on the financial market, he was still afraid of losing his job at the bank due to his old habits.

However, the man just waved his hand and said, 'Let's talk about whether you have been absent from work or not, but I have another task for you now. If you do this task well, I will forget about your absence without reason. But if you don't do it well, I will have to do what I have to do.'

Kěnóng felt a chill run down his spine at his leader's words. He said anxiously, 'Leader, I only sold the roubles after hearing the news from others. I don't know how to control the financial market at all! And I'm just an ordinary bank employee, I don't have much money on hand, I really can't help you!'

'Comrade Kěnóng,' the leader said to him sternly, 'I'm not asking you to buy the roubles I have. Besides, under the current conditions, your little money can't even guarantee that you'll receive them from me.'

Hearing the leader say this, Konon's heart was slightly relieved, but the leader's next words left him dumbfounded: 'I want to give you the opportunity to operate hundreds of millions of dollars.'

'Operate hundreds of millions of dollars? What do you mean, leader?' Konon had no idea what the leader meant.

'You will understand when you meet someone with me,'

he said to him, and then led Konon out of the trading hall and went up to the securities company's office from the side.

'This is Comrade Konon, welcome,'

A voice rang out, and when Konon looked in the direction of the sound, he suddenly widened his eyes. He was so excited that he pulled his leader, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. In the end, his leader helped him out: 'This is Mr. Il'bedov, the chairman of our joint bank.'

Konon nodded desperately and said, "Yes, Mr. Il'bedov, you are my idol, the pride of what I have been working for. I am very happy to meet you here!'

Il'bedov smiled at him: "I am also very happy to meet you today, Comrade Konon.'

Although Konon understood that Il'yichov was just being polite, the words still made him feel deeply moved.

I can't believe it's Mr Il'yichov who's looking for me, I must be dreaming! God, if this gentleman is looking for me to do a job, then I will do it no matter what!

Konon swore to himself, but as soon as he had this idea, he suddenly saw Irbedov turn to ask another person beside him, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please tell him what to do.'

This made Konon a little dumbfounded, because in his understanding, Irbedov was not only the chairman of the board of directors of the United Bank, but also the general manager of the securities company. Shouldn't he be the richest person in all of Northern Russia? Why did he have to ask for instructions when he could just give orders? If this person was a big official in the Kremlin, it would be understandable, but this person looked like an ordinary Chinese.

While Konon was trying to figure it out, Zhou Ming spoke first: 'Comrade Konon, I have $500 million to hand over to you, and your task is to go to the trading floor below and recover the rubles.'

Konon's heart sank. He suddenly remembered that today's fall in the ruble was indeed unusual, and someone was deliberately rigging the market!

This idea made him feel very scared. He had thought it was a rigging of the market by those Western countries, but now it seems that things are not that simple.

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