Chapter 157: Over one billion dollars in profit

Words : 1814 Updated : Sep 19th, 2025

"Quick, quick, quick, reserve 10% of the funds and transfer out all the rest to short the British Pounds." "Go all out, short the British Pounds! If there are excess funds, go long on Gold and short crude oil!" Today was destined to go down in history as the Prime Minister David Cameron announced to the world the formal implementation of the Brexit Bill. International institutions, speculative capital, and individual investors, like a super sports car suddenly flooring the accelerator, all rushed out en masse. Commodities and currencies such as British Pounds, Gold, crude oil, and Euros became the targets of global speculators. The British Pound was the absolute center of this storm as capital from various nations repeatedly charged in. Everyone had an unprecedented unanimous thought, congregating here with only one purpose, to reap massive fortunes. Those who had gone long were too slow to react, and as a result, they were continuously liquidated, like JPMorgan and Blackstone Fund which had a combined 800 million dollars evaporate in moments. They didn't even have time to feel afraid, almost instinctively taking remedial measures, such as locking in positions or closing positions, and then going short. Huge losses were inevitable, now the only thing to do was to minimize those losses as much as possible. "Lu Liang!" JPMorgan's Wilson looked complexly towards Lu Liang, unable to hate him anymore, even feeling somewhat afraid of him. As he said publicly, a strong man can be defeated by someone stronger, and Lu Liang was undoubtedly that stronger man. He couldn't help but look at the currency market quotes, where in just a few minutes, the British Pounds had plummeted 2800 points, falling by -9.55%. Wilson didn't know how much money Lu Liang had invested, but conservatively estimated it was no less than five billion British Pounds. Assuming he only invested five billion British Pounds, he would now have a minimum of 750 million US Dollars in profit. After today, Lu Liang would definitely become globally renowned, emerging as the biggest beneficiary of this black swan event. At this moment, somewhere in Europe. "The GBP/USD rate is now at 1.2200." Soros, feeling a mix of emotions, suddenly asked his Chinese assistant, "Andy, is there a saying in your country about one person being more capable than another?" The female assistant smiled slightly and corrected, "Sir, I was born on the streets of Manhattan, New York, but I think, what you mean to say is, 'Each generation produces its own talents.'" "That seems to be the phrase." Soros sighed deeply, seemingly aging a few years in that instant. Although he made the correct decision at the last minute and did not make a profit, he managed to minimize most of his losses. Seeing Lu Liang dominating the international stage, unstoppable in his conquests, he felt as if he truly was getting old. At 4 AM, Regent International, Hang City. "The GBP/USD rate is at 1.2050, I'm getting out now." In the dimly lit room, Welfare Girl was in tears, her body trembling with excitement as she pressed the button to close all her positions. She had opened her position at 1.4800, earning 2750 points and turning 200,000 US Dollars into 910,000 US Dollars, equivalent to more than 5.5 million RMB. From now on, she no longer had to stay in a rental room that never saw sunlight, selling risqué photos and videos. With this money, she could buy a car and a house in her dream city, open a café, and live out her life in peace. "Thank you, Lu God, bless Lu God with safety and health, and abundant prosperity." Unable to sleep, Welfare Girl posted her portfolio gains online, announcing her retirement from speculative trading. She planned to delete her Twitter and other contact methods, intending to be a good girl from now on. But suddenly thinking of Lu Liang, who had graced her with such fortune, after some thought, she sent a few domestic photos showing her face. She explained that all the past content was produced solo with tools to assist, she was very clean, and available if needed. Lastly, she added, "I am truly naturally fair." ... At 4:45 AM, The GBP/USD rate had lost the 1.2000 level. Even after thirty minutes, the sentiment to short was still fiery. After all, before this, various national media and institutions had predicted a fall. If Brexit really happened, then the British Pounds would definitely fall between 15%-30%. Now the decline was only 11.54%, not even reaching the lowest estimate of 15%, there was still room to fall. "Begin to close positions." Lu Liang's expression remained calm, 1.1900 was pretty much the bottom. Although the traders were surprised, they immediately carried out the new order, their past experiences had proven that to follow Lu Liang, you didn't need to think, just execute his commands. Because he was almost a legendary figure, at a time when the whole world didn't believe England would carry out Brexit, he resolutely chose to short the British Pounds. Though it was said to be courting a massive risk, he indeed succeeded and silenced all the skeptics. As 5 AM approached, They closed all positions at the price level of 1.1680. "Secretary Wen, prepare a report on this for me later." Lu Liang stepped out of the trading room, and Chen Jinchun stood at the door, handing him his phone. "Mr. Lu, your phone has been ringing non-stop." "Wang Xiaocong?" Lu Liang asked with a smile. At 5 a.m., except for Little Wang, there probably wasn't anyone else calling him. He took the referendum event very seriously; including himself, everyone had handed in their communication devices. "Mr. Wang called three times." Chen Jinchun nodded and quietly yawned. She wasn't unaccustomed to staying up late, just to staying up late without doing anything. Since last night, she had only done one thing: she had gone downstairs to pack 20 meals. Then she had just watched Lu Liang's phone. Suddenly she remembered, "Mr. Lu, should I prepare breakfast?" "Go ahead." Lu Liang nodded slightly and walked to the window in the lounge area, opening it to let the cold wind pour in. The cold wind mixed with drizzle fell on his face, instantly dispelling the fatigue from the all-nighter. Lu Liang leaned back against the window and lit a cigarette, then dialed back Little Wang's call. "Hello, what's up?" Wang Xiaocong's tone was melancholic, "I wanted to invite you to breakfast." Originally, he had asked Lu Liang if he was optimistic about Old England's Brexit, and Lu Liang's response was ambiguous, so he chickened out. Tonight, he hadn't invested a cent, Watching as immense wealth slipped away right before his eyes. "I just had someone go buy some; it's too cold to go out," Lu Liang said grinning. Suddenly, Little Wang asked, "How much did you earn tonight?" Although he hadn't participated, he had been keeping tabs and knew that Lu Liang was one of the main forces shorting the British Pounds. Financial practitioners from Europe and America revealed that Lu Liang's earnings for the night were at least 800 million dollars. JPMorgan, Blackstone, and Quantum, three Wall Street giants, had taken long positions on British Pounds; their positions were apparently wiped out by him, resulting in losses totaling several billion dollars. "Today's the 19th; the net value will be updated on the 25th and the 1st. You will know by then." Lu Liang was in a good mood, fiddling with his lighter, making a click-click sound. Little Wang was silent for a long while, then suddenly pleaded, "Can you please just tell me? Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep." "What does your sleep have to do with me?" Lu Liang smirked, flicking ash from his cigarette, "Think about it. Lots of people are curious about how much I earned, but only I know. Imagine how cool that feels." To be precise, Wen Chao, who was in charge of statistics, knew too, but he dared not say because he had signed a non-disclosure agreement. Moreover, after the New Year, Lu Liang gave a 30% salary increase to all non-intern employees, with an average monthly salary reaching 21,000 RMB. Wen Chao and Chen Jinchun, as his secretaries and assistants, had annual salaries of 400,000 RMB and 320,000 RMB respectively. Little Wang, indignant, suddenly burst out, "Can't you just be a sport, I enjoyed it if you've enjoyed it?" Sёarch* The NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Lu Liang, smiling broadly, decided to tease Little Wang a bit, "What's the word out there? How much did I earn?" Little Wang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "Around 800 million dollars, roughly." Lu Liang thought for a moment, "It's more than that." "How much more?" "Not very clear." "Huh?" Lu Liang said annoyed, "Do you even look at the time? It hasn't been calculated yet." In fact, he had just glanced roughly; the profits were indeed over one billion dollars, but he had to wait for further calculations to be clear. "Could it possibly double?" Little Wang breathed rapidly, his initial subscription in the first phase was 16 million dollars, and in the second phase, 40 million dollars. If the capital could double, that would mean a profit of 56 million dollars, equivalent to over 350 million RMB. Lu Liang grinned, "What do you think?" "I damn well can't guess like a little kid." Little Wang was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling like a lump had formed in his chest. Lu Liang not saying anything would have been better, but saying half and keeping half made him itch, feeling like there were ants crawling inside. Lu Liang kindly advised, "Couldn't you learn from Old Meng? Look how calm he is; he hasn't even made a single call all night." On the other end of the phone, a slightly embarrassed cough came through, "Well, brother Lu, actually, I'm not that calm either." Ever since finding out that Lu Liang was shorting the British Pounds, Meng Changkun was also freaking out, but he knew, Little Wang would be more anxious. Making one call was better than making two, so since last night he had contacted Little Wang, together taking foot baths and saunas, waiting for news from the front. "Let's leave it at that, by then you all will know." Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh; he really wasn't clear yet, only leaving a tidbit about the earnings of over one billion dollars.

Chapter 157: Over one billion dollars in profit

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