After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"Mr. Lu, you're too kind."

Liang Wenhu quickly waved his hand, truly not being modest.

Because he is both a participant and an observer, and has first-hand information as a basis, he can analyze the issue from a macro perspective and see through Lu Liang's plan.

If he were not a participant and lacked first-hand information, he would likely be like those shorting gold, mistakenly believing Lu Liang abandoned London gold to switch to offshore renminbi.

After all, faced with a siege by multiple Wall Street institutions, a normal person would avoid confrontation, not take them head-on.

As the two conversed, a sudden voice came from the trading room: "Offshore renminbi has dropped another 65 basis points, about to break below 6.89."

Lu Liang retracted his smile and focused on the market, and Liang Wenhu quickly returned to his workstation to monitor the AI model.

This market totals over 300 trillion renminbi; normally, even adding a zero to 5 billion dollars would at most cause ripples but not open a downward channel.

But tonight is an exception due to the imminent imposition of the US tariff bill, having dropped over 500 basis points tonight.

It's a bit like a breach effect; once the opening is torn, at least before tonight's close, no one knows how large this opening will become.

Although there is the Foreign Exchange Administration, international public opinion supervision is also present to avoid criticism, and they usually engage in macro-control.

After all, exchange rate settlement has cycles, breaking 7 tonight doesn't mean it can stay above 7 long-term.

"It might break 6.9 tonight."

"Be bold, break 7."

"With US sanctions, if the exchange rate breaks 7, the people's lives will only get harder."

"This isn't a child's fight; this administration is too irrational, they really shouldn't be enemies with the US."

The night deepens, every household extinguishes lights to rest, except for financial industry practitioners, who constantly monitor the foreign exchange market trends.

Pessimistic sentiment spreads across major financial boards or personal groups.

Forcing US troops to retreat in the south two years ago was quite satisfying, boosting national prestige, and although unexpected, not entirely unforeseen given the 1 vs. 17 prowess from last century.

In contrast, the financial and trade wars under US dollar hegemony make everyone feel a sense of powerlessness.

To the extent of considering stepping back, thinking that imposing a 25% tariff on goods worth 34 billion dollars isn't worth taking countermeasures.

In comparison to the impact of rapid renminbi devaluation, the tariff impact is insignificant.

Everyone understands the logic of losing one city today and ten cities tomorrow, but the tariffed goods don't involve their industry, while renminbi devaluation causes them actual losses.

Many people hold such thoughts.

Meanwhile, Wilson, across the ocean, notices the foreign exchange market's fluctuations immediately.

Nearby assistants exchange glances, someone can't help but ask: "Kamon, is Tianxing planning to give up?"

"If he would give up, he wouldn't be Lu Liang."

Wilson denies the idea, yet appears thoughtful: "But for what purpose?"

Suddenly the phone rings, it's a call from the BlackRock fund manager, the voice on the other side says: "Kamon, it looks like Tianxing is giving up, we should also revive the plan to short renminbi."

Unlike other institutions, BlackRock has never agreed to allow the renminbi to freely rise and fall, focusing on London gold to strangle Lu Liang.

"Lite, don't rush, this might be exactly what Lu Liang wants to see." Wilson furrows his brow, persuading earnestly.

They have missed many opportunities to snuff out Tianxing in its cradle; if they fail this time, there won't be another chance later on.

Wilson also says: "Have you forgotten Bitcoin? Lu Liang is like a nail firmly lodged within, and even if we want to take the next step, we must tread carefully.

This opportunity is once in a lifetime; if we can deal with him in the London gold market, even if it cripples him, he might become more restrained in the future."

How much he once admired Lu Liang is now how much he dreads him.

If Lu Liang continues unfettered development, he might become a major threat to Wall Street in the future.

Lite chuckles lightly, unconvinced, taunting: "Kamon, I hope you haven't forgotten, strictly speaking, you were the one who advocated for Lu Liang's acceptance."

Wilson responds: "I know this is my responsibility, and I never intended to shirk away."

Lite pauses for a few seconds, issuing a final ultimatum: "I don't know about other institutions' views, but by tomorrow afternoon, if Tianxing's main capital hasn't come in, BlackRock will withdraw from London gold."

Suppressing the renminbi and curbing its internationalization bears profound political significance, and he absolutely will not let a situation of losing a watermelon to pick up sesame occur. Read ahead and get updates at M*V*L*E*M*P*Y*R.

"Will you let him slip away again this time?" Wilson's face darkened; he knows this is a notification, not a negotiation.

For the sake of interests, brothers can turn against each other, and father and son become enemies, let alone large financial institutions.

Their common purpose of uniting is to divide Lu Liang's 450 billion dollars of funds among themselves.

But now, Lu Liang only symbolically invested tens of billions of dollars in the London gold market, which even if wholly lost, doesn't provide enough returns for distribution.

Moreover, in the current scenario, as long as Lu Liang is willing to cut his losses, tonight's investments will at most result in a 10% loss.

Divided among nine institutions, each stands to gain at most fifty million, almost like giving alms to beggars.

In the next few minutes, Wilson received a series of calls from allies, such as Dyson from Citibank: "Kamon, I really can't stand Tianxing developing to its current scale, but the second quarter is about to end, and our asset management department is also under considerable pressure."

"If you need help, just speak up, but the funds Citibank plans to invest in the London gold market might need to be withdrawn appropriately."

"Understood, understood." Wilson smiled bitterly, for besides understanding, what else could he say.

Hugh Greck from Vanguard, Andrew from the Mellon Consortium, Aeneas from the Rockefeller Fund.

The heads of the other eight institutions all made calls, leaving only State Street and HSBC standing by him in the end.

State Street Hilt said, "Kamon, maybe we should just cancel this plan for now, there will be many more opportunities in the future."

HSBC Noel said, "Kamon, after so many encounters with Lu Liang, can't you see this is his conspiracy?"

"Let's observe for another day."

Wilson sneered, fully aware of why the attitudes of these two institutions were worlds apart.

In recent years, Tianxing developed rapidly, and State Street maintained a long-term cooperative relationship with them, making significant profits.

Hilt himself was reluctant to backstab, but the higher-ups at State Street were persuaded by Wilson, so he had to follow orders.

As for HSBC's resolute attitude, it was because they provided the information and leaked the itinerary, which led to Meng Wanqiu's arrest in Canada.

Before the return, Xiangjiang had three top forces, namely HSBC, the Horse Racing Association, and the Hong Kong Governor.

Among them, HSBC was the strongest, occupying the lion's share of Xiangjiang's finance at its peak.

Since Xiangjiang's return, state-owned investment banks like Bank of China, Citic, and Ping An have made massive advances into Xiangjiang, continuously eating into HSBC's market, resulting in their profits and influence declining year after year.

Therefore, they backstabbed Meng Wanqiu to use it as a pledge, successfully entering the core of Wall Street and joining the alliance to strangle Tianxing.

HSBC has no way back; it can only continue down the road of darkness, becoming Wall Street's vanguard attack dog against East Country.

If they can successfully strangle Tianxing in this battle, for HSBC, it holds far greater significance than profits.

The two institutions, each with different thoughts, sighed softly upon hearing Wilson's words.

The night deepened, and at four thirty in the morning.

As the bell for the close of US stocks rang, tonight's trading also temporarily came to an end.

Although the London gold and offshore renminbi are traded 24 hours, humans are not made of iron and need rest.

US stocks are the weather vane of global finance; generally, when US stocks close, global markets also enter a relatively calm period.

"6.8920, just 80 basis points short of breaking below the 6.9 mark."

Sun Yutao busied himself, compiling the profits and losses of each team into a report to submit to Lu Liang.

Tonight they utilized 6.822 billion US dollars, making 220 million US dollars in the offshore renminbi, but losing 590 million US dollars in the London gold market.

The main reason being only 1.285 billion US dollars was invested in the offshore renminbi market, whereas a massive 5.537 billion US dollars was put into the London gold market.

Too little money was invested in the profit-making market, and too much in the loss-making one; more output than input resulted in a negative profit tonight.

"The real show is yet to come."

Lu Liang smiled calmly, unfazed by the minor losses.

He called Liang Wenhu over, and the two went one after the other to the living quarters downstairs.

An ambient barbeque shack with dim lighting where the barbeque stall employee was dozing off.

Next to him were noodle stalls selling ramen, zhajiang noodles, and other snacks, resembling a food street.

Not far away were also massage rooms, a gym, a department store, and other living facilities.

Unless one walked to the window, they wouldn't realize this was actually the 21st floor of an office building.

Tianxing Private Equity Fund Company's profits are high, and the taxable amount is also considerably high every year.

The basic corporate tax rate in the country is 25%, with 13% being mandatory, and the remaining 12% offering maneuvering space.

However, as a private equity, no matter how much they splurge each year, they can't exhaust the 12% tax offset quota, leaving no choice but to pay it to the state.

Yet this situation is expected to change this year for nurturing over 300 employees working in the living quarters.

With a minimum monthly salary of ten thousand and six insurances and two funds, the comprehensive monthly salary comes to twelve thousand, allowing over four million yuan in tax savings annually.

The decorations, ingredients, and daily supplies here are up to five-star hotel standards outside.

The waste in foodstuffs daily and the consumption of daily necessities costs at least a million yuan.

Summing up all the expenses of the living quarters, it is not hard to save an extra hundred million yuan in taxes annually.

Lu Liang also enjoys coming over during his leisure time.

This place is like the 42nd floor of Hengtai, just without the vice and drugs, and without the crouch dance, like a utopian society.