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

"The Chinese Yuan is definitely going to break 7 tonight."

"My monthly salary is only 5,800. Even if it breaks 10, so what?"

"Don't talk about breaking 10, if it even breaks 8, the price of pork per jin will rise from 15 to 20, because the feed prices will go up. The main ingredient of feed is soybeans, which heavily rely on imports, and they are subject to tariffs by the United States."

"So? I don't cook."

"Your imported cosmetics will go from 300 to 400, or even more. The price increase in overseas purchased goods is precisely the most direct manifestation of domestic currency devaluation."

"That sounds a bit serious. By the way, let me add, my cosmetics are all from big brands, starting at a minimum of one thousand."

"In the future, it will become one thousand one, or one thousand two, or one thousand three."

"... If you don't speak, no one would think you're mute."

On the way back to the company, Lu Liang heard many people along the way discussing the topic.

But it's normal; this is Financial Street in Lujiazui, the most developed financial area in the country aside from Xiangjiang.

"Almost there, no need to wait until dark." Lu Liang muttered to himself, quickly passing through them and taking the private elevator.

The girl with a monthly salary of 5,800 stared blankly, and only after Lu Liang walked away did she dare to say to her companion, "Did you see that?"

"See what?" asked her companion.

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"You're making a fuss over nothing. Tianxing Private Equity is on the 22nd floor. Seeing Lu Liang downstairs, is it that strange?"

"Uh~ why didn't you ever tell me?"

"With such a big sign outside, everyone knows the deal. Does it really need to be said?"

"Don't you know the saying 'darkness under the lamp'?"

The girl with a monthly salary of 5,800 rolled her eyes, suddenly asked shyly, "When does Lu Liang usually appear?"

Her companion replied, "Hard to say, but the few times I've seen him, it was basically in the afternoon... Why do you ask?"

The girl straightened her back, showing off her graceful curves, cast a coy glance, and asked, "Do you think I have the potential to become Mrs. Lu?"

Her companion mercilessly replied, "No, if you were in a night club, you'd at most be part of the atmosphere group, and not even the type that can take the stage."

"You rude tomboy, I'm gonna get you."

"Come here, you little minx~"

The two women horsed around, their laughter filling the air.

Seeing this scene, the passing office workers looked on enviously.

If the spring breeze could care for the flowers, would it grant me my youth again?

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Lu Liang returned to the company.

In the Quantitative Fund's trading room, he saw Sun Yutao and Liang Wenhu observing the AI model.

Quantitative trading is well-suited for stable market conditions, earning just a little from each trade, but accumulating over time.

The two greeted Lu Liang, and Sun Yutao curiously asked how things went with Hilt.

"The chance is not small, but we'll have to wait until the end of the month to be sure."

Lu Liang could see that Hilt was interested, but had concerns.

Suddenly, he waved a hand to skip the topic: "Half an hour to prepare, at five o'clock, I want all traders at their posts."

Sun Yutao frowned, but as if acting on muscle memory, his body moved faster than his brain, and he always executed Lu Liang's orders immediately.

He quickly notified each group leader to end their breaks.

In no time, Tianxing Private Equity acted like a finely tuned machine, rapidly resuming operations.

"We can no longer be led by the nose by them. It's 5 a.m. North American time, catch them off guard."

Lu Liang squinted, as if speaking to himself. Liang Wenhu seemed to understand and quickly returned to his post.

It's 5 a.m. North American time.

An alarm sounded, echoing through all major institutions on Wall Street.

In just a few seconds, the headquarters of JPMorgan, Blackstone, BlackRock, and others lit up, and even the streets were as bright as day.

"The Chinese Yuan fell below 6.9!"

"Trading volume surged by 2 billion US Dollars instantly."

"Who is so shameless to play midnight sneak attacks?"

Upon receiving the news, many fund managers rushed to the trading rooms, their hair disheveled and even their ties undone.

Wilson, with bloodshot eyes, had just woken up and his body temperature was still low, so he wrapped his coat tightly.

The assistants all offered their opinions, with one saying, "It should be Tianxing, funds from State Street have been utilized."

The funds provided for financing come with the oversight right by the provider, to prevent the investor from losing over 70%.

For the funds State Street provided to Tianxing, they had someone specifically to oversee them.

Just as the Yuan fell below 6.9, the 2.5 billion US Dollar account balance was also utilized.

Someone said, "Kamon, Lu Liang should abandon the gold market, and we should make a decision too."

To go short on gold against the trend, or to go short on the Yuan with the trend.

Given the choice presented to any Wall Street institution, they would choose the latter every time.

They really couldn't keep letting others feast on the Yuan market while they waited in vain.

As the Yuan quickly depreciated, more institutions or individuals would inevitably realize the impending significant changes in the international situation.

By then, they'd all swarm into the gold market.

If Wilson kept being obstinate, JPMorgan might end up with the script originally prepared for Tianxing, becoming the meat on the chopping block, devoured by the market.

From Broadway extended to East River Road, Wall Street, only 536.3 meters long and 11 meters wide, is the world's most ruthless coliseum of fame and fortune.

An old saying from the last century was widely circulated, "Everyone here is in pursuit of fame and fortune. There are no alleged allies. If one day you are betrayed, do not be heartbroken. Buck up, because you most likely become his target for profit."

If Tianxing takes a bigger bite, someone else must take a smaller one. This phrase also applies to JPMorgan Chase.

"Kamon, engaging in counter-trend operations is the start of failure."

The person wore a serious face. Ever since Wilson was rejected by Lu Liang, he seemed possessed, always dreaming of becoming rich overnight, without considering whether he had the appetite for it.

Even if he had, the current conditions were forcibly created. With a slight misstep, it could all be lost.

"It's not for you to lecture me."

Wilson squinted his eyes with a menacing gaze, "Doug, you are just an assistant, and mine at that. Remember your place."

He glanced at the other's crotch, his gaze carrying an additional meaning. The other assistants, whether male or female, remained silent.

"I'm your assistant, but I'm also a member of JPMorgan Chase." Doug responded righteously, showing no sign of backing down.

"From this moment on, you're not."

Wilson's face darkened, and he barked, pointing towards the door: "Get out!"

"Take care of yourself." Doug sneered and strode out of the trading room.

As he heard the sound of glass shattering behind him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, a sense of revenge satisfaction surged within him.

It had been five whole years. He had given up everything, including his dignity as a person and his pride as a man, finally waiting for this opportunity.

If Wilson didn't fall, he would never see the light of day, forever a plaything living under his shadow.

Now that Wilson was unsteady, he just hoped the man across the ocean could send a long-range assist.

As soon as the Yuan fell below 6.9, major media outlets at home and abroad seemed to have already prepared, immediately publishing articles at the first moment.

From various angles, from the impact on international economic trends down to the effect on vegetable prices in street markets, in-depth analyses were conducted across the board.

At this time, people's attention was drawn to the Foreign Exchange Market without realizing that the London gold market was quietly playing out a "dragon head rising" scene.

Starting from 1,702 US dollars, the price changed almost every second. In just over ten seconds, it increased by fifteen dollars.

"Lu Liang!"

Wilson squinted his eyes and suddenly burst out laughing, dispelling the gloomy mood.

He laughed heartily. Indeed, he understood Lu Liang the best.

"Everyone, get moving. Press the price back down and wait for the allies' support."

Wilson's blood surged, throwing off his jacket, and in a couple of steps rushed to the high stand, shouting at the traders.

He didn't care about anything else, fully focused on preventing the London gold from gaining traction and breaking open an upward channel.

He was willing to act as the vanguard, also willing to absorb initial losses, as long as it meant Tianxing would be defeated in this battle, preventing them from gaining any foothold.