Chapter 199: Great Fortune

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"The market's gone." Lu Liang chuckled as he read the statement from the Japan Central Bank. His Water Ghost strategy seemed to have worked; all the institutions, without exception, had been dragged into the fray by him. Little Wang wasn't one to merely roll with the punches. Dirty and tough jobs were tolerable only when profitable. The failure of the US Army's return to the Asia-Pacific strategy was one thing, but now meddling with their profits—something even the most tolerant uncle couldn't stand, let alone the aunt. The Ministry of Internal Affairs in Japan stepped forward to issue a statement, promoting the development of domestic industries like automobiles and semiconductor equipment among five sectors. The government provided a decade-long tax incentive program where enterprises could avail up to 20% income tax relief each fiscal year. In common parlance, a price reduction. The three major rating agencies, citing the development of new energy sources in neighboring countries, predicted that the export volume of Japan's cars would significantly decline. So, they would start reducing prices from the source. This move was not only a response to the international institutions shorting the market but also a countermeasure against China's burgeoning new energy industry. Because only by containing the growth of new energy could they buy enough time for their hydrogen-powered vehicles. Last year, Japanese cars performed exceptionally well in China's market, with sales surging, accounting for 22% of the total yearly sales. Out of the total 24.5 million fuel vehicles sold that year, 5.39 million were Japanese makes. Popular models like Xuanyi, Corolla, CRV, and Accord were often subject to price markups in most regions. The Ministry of Internal Affairs was well aware of the status of Japanese cars in neighboring countries; after years of development, they'd become a national brand. Developing new energy would take time and might not even be successful, but they were confident that this move would stump the institutions that were shorting the yen. The US dollar to yen exchange surged in response, halting the downward trend and showcasing a dramatic revival. "How much do we still have left to close?" Lu Liang couldn't help but admire the strong foundation of the Japanese cars. Despite the active push for new energy development domestically, it would take at least a decade, if not more, to threaten the status of Japanese cars. After all, among the older generation, the wealthier drove German makes, the average person drove Japanese, and if not that, then Korean or American, with domestic cars coming in last. As for new energy vehicles, they were almost unheard of, probably on par with some low-end electric cars made for senior citizens. Sun Yutao nodded as he listened to the data coming through his headset and quickly compiled the figures: "There's still 8.25 billion yen." They held contracts worth 417.84 billion yen, nearly all cashed out, with about 2% of the position remaining. "Close it all out, and then give me a report," Lu Liang said, glancing at the market, where the US dollar to yen rate was 114.5300. If calculated at the current price, each pip move was worth $3,820, perhaps resulting in a $400 million profit. However, it likely wouldn't reach $400 million since there was still 2% of the position open, so at least eighteen million had to be deducted. Lu Liang stepped out of the trading floor, his phone receiving a signal and a message from Little Wang: "Damn, I got blocked too." He laughed and made a call: "Not bad, you lasted a half-hour longer than me." Fifty minutes earlier, Lu Liang had sent Little Wang a screenshot message. Feeling a sense of mission, as though bearing some sacred duty, he resolutely helped Lu Liang forward the message. With 16.12 million followers, the global internet celebrity had his account suspended without warning, sparking heated discussions among netizens worldwide. Many sympathized with him; they might be involved in selling followers or smuggling arms, but the United States was founded on the principle of free speech. They broke the law, and Fu Bole could arrest them, so why block their social media accounts? That's dictatorship. Though Little Wang was disdainful to associate with them, he took great joy in fanning the flames of secret conflicts, averaging a post every ten seconds for heated back-and-forth exchanges. Moreover, since he was posting messages on behalf of Lu Liang, he also gained the support of Lu Liang's fans. Thus, he led thousands into battle against America. Globally speaking, when it came to malicious comments, Japanese and Korean netizens were unmatched, but for the ability to hit vulnerabilities, Chinese netizens were invincible. They had emerged from a battleground of hundreds of millions, each capable of taking on hundreds alone. Under Little Wang's lead, they almost planted Red Flags across every US media website and the social accounts of those human rights advocates clamoring for freedom. "Tsk tsk, you didn't see the prosperity just now, if there is such a thing next time, be sure to find me." Little Wang lingered on the thought, his tone filled with nostalgia. Fondly referred to as the silly son of a wealthy but foolish landlord, he never imagined that he would be able to command such a high-quality, formal elite force. Though those people weren't taking action for his sake, he could somewhat appreciate that feeling described as "calling upon old troops to the battlefield, brandishing flags to slay the King of Hell with a hundred thousand men." "Good grief, you really deserve to be banned, no injustice at all." Lu Liang couldn't help laughing and crying, surprised that Little Wang could cause such a big commotion. He suddenly had a bad feeling, worrying that he might end up having to clean up the mess. "Er... That shouldn't be the case," Little Wang said with a guilty conscience, hurriedly changing the subject, "Did you make a good profit today?" Lu Liang took the audit report that Wen Chao handed over, looked down, skimmed through it, and said after a while, "Almost 388 million." "That little?" Little Wang's eyes widened, today's uproar was no less significant than Old England leaving the EU. Once the news spread domestically, he suspected that Lu Liang might be worshipped by many, offerings burned for him. "Little? It's enough to buy a Panda outright and have change to spare," Lu Liang said gruffly, he wasn't getting carried away, so where did Little Wang get the nerve to be so buoyant? After all, the exchange rate in the market almost broke a hundred at one point, luckily he anticipated potential targeting and only used a leverage of four times. Had he been brasher and used leverage above ten times, he might not have lasted until the US Army retreated, his positions would have been blown up during that interval. In the future, if there are more opportunities like this, Lu Liang might not even use leverage again because the risks were getting higher and higher. Tonight, he had made enemies of several institutions, and he figured he must be on every Wall Street institution's blacklist by now. Little Wang chuckled nervously, his face full of sycophancy, "So, are you done with your work now? How about going out for a few drinks?" The business down south had wrapped up, and naturally, the family's ban on him was lifted. He had caught a disease common to the ordinary man—without drinking, clubbing, or women, he might drop dead at any moment. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "No time, maybe next time," Lu Liang refused decisively. Because he was checking his missed calls, he saw an unexpected name, Zhou Yongjiang from the Beijing Foreign Exchange Office, who had called him half an hour ago. "Director Zhou, hello, I was busy just now and didn't see it." "Most of the work is almost done, yes, I did it." "Mm, okay, I'll be more cautious next time." The benevolent reminder from Zhou Yongjiang stated that their funds had been targeted during the withdrawal but they had dealt with it. At the same time, Director Zhou also expressed his admiration not only for him, but his leadership also said it was a great fortune for the nation. A very high praise indeed. Director Zhou sounded envious when he said those words. "Director Zhou's leadership..." Lu Liang murmured to himself, that must refer to a few of the top leaders in charge of the economy. Night fell, Lu Liang stayed in his own office, going nowhere, eating his supper, and browsing international news. Lu Liang saw global financial derivatives moving erratically and suddenly realized that he might have really screwed them over. London Gold skyrocketed from 1576 to 1740, just to swiftly plunge back to 1590. Brent Crude Oil prices soared from 36.28 US dollars per barrel to 51.82 US dollars per barrel and then back to 37.25 US dollars per barrel. It could be said that the globally traded commodities all went through a round of dramatic fluctuations within a short period. "After all, it was the most dangerous, the largest-scale naval standoff between the two most powerful nations in the world since the Cold War." Lu Liang also saw discussions about the incident on international military forums. Someone said that dozens of Dongfeng "Express" missiles were already nocked and ready to be delivered that afternoon. Another person, still shaken, recounted that there was a strategic nuclear submarine deep in the Pacific, aiming at the American continent. Others speculated that a four-star general had actually given the order to launch a war, but it was only the inquiry to Congress by his deputy that ultimately halted the conflict. Everyone had their say, opinions were diverse, containing both truth and fiction, it's just unknown how much was true and how much was false. However, one thing was certain, the situation in the afternoon was indeed fraught with danger, on the brink of accidental discharge at any moment.

Chapter 199: Great Fortune

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