Bank of England Market Trading Department.

Robin Leigh Pemberton stood in front of Reuters' screen with a pale face, his tie tilted, pale and depressed, as if someone was pointing a gun at his head to rob him.

2.7869

Six hours.

Just six hours from the opening in the morning, the pound was beaten to plummet by 15%, only 300 basic points away from the lower track of the European exchange rate mechanism.

Then...

The market is intertwined.

The spot market's cash exchange sell-offs are gone.

There are no short-selling contracts in the forward market.

The extremely active British pound suddenly became very deserted, so deserted that the previous plunge seemed to be dreamy. If it weren't for those two super huge red K-lines, someone might have thought that the previous violent selling was illusory.

An hour passed, two hours passed.

For three consecutive hours, the pound was like a pool of stagnant water without any fluctuations.

Within these three hours, the maximum amplitude of pound was only more than fifty points, which was completely incomparable to the amplitude of thousands of basic points before. However, the light market as light as water made Pemberton's heart even colder than immersed in the ice.

According to the previous plan, if the pound price falls to around 2.7837, the central bank will rush to raise interest rates and still have a chance to keep the previous low. But now, the main seller seems to know that England's last psychological defense line is the same, and it will not give the central bank a chance to rush to stake.

Killing with a blunt knife is the most painful.

If the short army is at the city, the long side will create great psychological pressure.

Because under the bear trend, the bulls' camp itself is not solid. Once the pressure is too high, the bulls will be crushed by that pressure.

If there is any slight turmoil, some of the long funds will flee at all costs.

If you buy the bottom, you will immediately cut the position and get out.

By then, one more party of funds will become short again.

Pemberton clenched his fists weakly.

He could see everything, but he couldn't change anything. The feeling of powerlessness made him feel dark.

Behind international capital, there is no weak person. He is waiting for a Jedi counterattack, but the other party is also waiting for this final fatal blow.

But the question is, where did those damn guys get so much pound?

Treasury bonds?

It shouldn't be.

The continuous selling of the Treasury bond market made Pemberton realize the problems of the Treasury bond market, but if he wants to buy Treasury bonds, he must have enough funds. He doesn't know where those funds come from when he breaks his head.

A total of 24 billion yuan sold, even the Bank of England could not produce such a large sell-off.

If there is no capital that can use such a large amount of capital to hold treasury bonds, it will be inconsistent with the liquidation. The loan interest rate is 15%, and the yield of treasury bonds is only 10%. Which idiot will do such a loss-making transaction?

But in reality, major banks are constantly selling treasury bonds, and treasury bonds enter the market again and become pounds that continue to impact market prices.

Damn, where did those guys get the money from?

Six hours have passed.

The pound market is still as calm as a stagnant water.

But Pemberton had a feeling that the next time the pound moves again, it would be a storm-like thunder strike.

The longer you build up your power, the more deadly this attack will be.

Can pound hold the final bottom line?

If not, Great Britain would probably be crucified on a shameful cross and become the first country to be forced to withdraw from the European exchange rate mechanism.

Pemberton's eyes were a little confused because he found that he was not sure at all.

To be precise, he no longer has any hope.

The first capital, the Market and Trading Department.

William sat upright in the central trading area.

His eyes were filled with bloodshots. Facing the market that fluctuated with profits and losses of tens of millions of dollars every second, the mental pressure caused him to have no way to rest.

He hasn't closed his eyes for thirty-one hours.

He has been unable to sleep anymore since he received Shen Jiannan's order at the opening Monday morning.

But he was not sleepy at all.

Not at all.

Because, this is the battlefield.

Taking a nap on the battlefield is just a joke about your life.

Slap sex-

Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor was approaching from a distance. When William turned around, he saw Yu Zheng with a honest face.

"What do you mean by boss?"

"He asked you to defeat the Bank of England by nine o'clock tonight. If you can't do it, strip yourself naked and go to the street to sit on the steel pipes and rub and release water."

“…”

William's blood-red eyes showed a hint of resentment. This punishment was so harsh.

But he never thought that the next sentence was added by Yu Zheng himself. What a solution? Yu Zheng is so stupid. Who would have thought that this damn person would be fooled?

As Paul Du Jones said, in the market, what happened three seconds ago has nothing to do with him. Negative emotions will not help the outcome of the matter, and will not benefit any other than adding burdens.

After releasing his entire life, William had completely pressed his blood on his belt, and he used his reason to strip away the fear and boiling feeling brought by money.

Now he is the highest person in charge of the trading department, and he needs to take on the responsibilities he should bear. But this is also an honor. To defeat the Bank of England, this is probably the highest honor that traders around the world dream of.

"People, let the battle song go."

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah",

“…”

The passionate melody sounded in the huge trading room. As the melody became higher and higher, the traders present were all excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

"Love me China"

"Athletic girl is on the rise"

“…”

"Hallelujah"

“…”

“Build our country…”

The young men from China sang the First Capital's war song in Chinese with the melody; traders from other countries also hummed passionately in English with the melody.

The magical melody is actually magical without any sense of incongruity under different languages.

The boiling and excitement of going to the battlefield made the entire trading room even more sacred aura.

But sacred never means doing sacred things.

With the passionate melody, under William's instructions, a group of numbers representing the demons were mistakenly placed on the keyboard from the trader and then passed into the central quotation system.

2.7854 sold 666

2.7795, 666 sold

......

Leverage is a double-edged sword.

When it can kill people, it is easy to hurt itself.

Julia Sidorov felt a huge pressure every time he thought about it.

By the way, you will get ten times the gain, but if you are wrong, it will be Hell of the Avici.

There were no outsiders present anymore, and the woman's weakness could not be concealed. As Yu Zheng left, facing the price of pounds in the market, Yulia Sidorov seemed to have lost his strength and collapsed in Shen Jiannan's arms.

"Shen. I'm so scared!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Don't worry."

Shen Jiannan said indifferently. As a lie, he knew deeply that this was an unsuspecting ending.

Even if there is, all variables are erased before they begin.

The name Akiyama Jiannan, with the pride of the British and the news from the Mi5 intelligence agency, is enough to dispel the possibility of the British borrowing money from Japan. The United States and the British are not fools, so it is impossible for them to borrow money from them.

Putting aside these two major economic systems, the world can no longer find allies that can help Britain get out of the dilemma.
To be continued...