Vol 5 Chapter 104: Minion Song

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"A bunch of waste, raise the price for me immediately. Right away."
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"Damn it, I didn't even eat, believe it or not I fired you?"
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People in the arena involuntarily.
In MurrayMacLehose's hysterical yelling and insults, the traders present could only continue to pick up the phone and tap the keyboard to execute the order.
4127. 1.8895, buy ten million dollars
4127.1.8955, buy 10 million US dollars.
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1.8958BUY30
1.8968BUY30
1.8978BUY30
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One stroke,
Two pens
Three...
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With the massive purchase of tens of millions of dollars in the market, the sell-off of the pound sterling in the spot market in the Asian market was finally curbed. The downward trend in the trend was like a waterfall, like an upside-down fish hook, with an extra hook.
1.8976!
Looking at the trend of the pound finally stabilizing in the market, Murray MacLehose was finally relieved.
"Zhang. How much money did we use just now."
"One and a half billion dollars."
One and a half billion U.S. dollars cost a full 1.5 billion U.S. dollars.
Hearing this number, Murray MacLehose's heart was almost bleeding.
Hong Kong dollar, U.S. dollar tokens.
Since the equivalent of U.S. dollars must be paid when issuing notes, this is the main reason why the price of Hong Kong dollars has been stable. But now, the foreign exchange bureau has only sold 1.5 billion US dollars to maintain the pound price. If you want to bring the pound sterling in the Asian market back to the mark, God knows how much money is needed.
Once this number continues to expand and cannot be filled in, it will put the Hong Kong dollar in a very dangerous position.
Damn it!
Thinking of the set of numbers in the market that seemed to be yelling for short, Murray MacLehose really wanted to climb in from the computer and choke everyone on the other side.
"Adding the billion just now, the total is 2.5 billion US dollars."
"Asshole. What are you talking about?"
Murray MacLehose could hardly believe his ears and grabbed the chief trader Zhang Songren by the collar.
"Before this we have bought a billion dollars."
"You rubbish."
"Sir. We can't blame us, the market selling pressure is too big..."
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At the same time, West Kowloon Police Headquarters.
Peng San grinned sitting in an interrogation room, grinning, with a smile on his face. It didn't seem like he deliberately hurt a prisoner who was arrested in the police headquarters, but like a guest who was invited to have tea.
If it weren't for the pair of large silver bracelets on his hands and a pair of iron chains on his feet.
Opposite Peng San, there are three royal police officers. In the middle is Chen Jiaying, who was attacked by Peng San not long ago. A white bandage is wrapped around his head. His eyes are full of anger and hatred. If the look in the eyes can kill people, maybe Peng San has been tortured and killed hundreds of times by his eyes.
But in this regard, Peng San is like an okay person, and Chen Jiaying looks at each other, without any fear or anxiety of being a prisoner.
"Peng San. I see how long you can be arrogant, assault the Royal Police, smuggling, drug trafficking, multiple crimes, you don't cooperate with us, believe it or not, let you sit in prison this time."
"Ah! My head hurts. The police are scaring people, they are going to scare me to death. Ah—"
Very suddenly.
Peng San danced on the chair, screaming and making trouble. The look of panic and shaking his head looked like a frightened neuropathy.
It's just that this guy's eyes are clear, and it's all mocking, no one can tell that he is pretending.
boom--
Chen Jiaying bitterly slapped it on the table.
"Peng San. Don't pretend to be crazy here. I tell you, it's useless. You assaulted the senior superintendent of the Royal Police. The evidence is conclusive. I advise you to be more acquainted."
Probably because he felt that pretending to be crazy affected his teacher's image a bit, Peng San stopped pretending to be crazy and slowly straightened up his rumpled suit.
"Sir Chen. His head doesn't hurt anymore? Talk to the Royal Police, and shut up. The Royal Police said that you are a slave among slaves. You still don't admit it. It's a pity that the pot of tea isn't too soupy..."
"Peng San. Don't be mad. This is the Kowloon Police Headquarters. You'd better be honest with me."
"Haha..."
Peng San couldn't help laughing wildly at the sight of the policeman on the other side being blown up by himself.
"Why, you want to hit me. There is a seed. If you dare to hit me today, you are not the slaves among the slaves."
Is it tolerable or unbearable.
As the Director of the Senior Superintendent’s Operations Department, Chen Jiaying is usually not respected wherever he goes, but today he was beaten up by Peng San like a dog and now he is humiliated again. Who can bear it?
Peng San's arrogant provocation completely angered Chen Jiaying. He violently scolded and stood up and rushed to Peng San and grabbed Peng San by the collar.
"You want to die."
"Come on! Beat me, if you don't beat me today, you will be my long-lost son."
Facing Chen Jiaying's fist, Peng Sanguo cursed, and even put his face directly on his fist.
So arrogant, who can stand it.
Chen Jiaying's eyes widened, and after his fist, he was ready to punch Peng San.
boom--
The closed door was pushed abruptly from the outside, and a blond Englishman appeared at the door of the interrogation room.
LanJordan, Chinese name Zhuang Lixian, the highest officer of the West Kowloon Police Station, Chen Jiaying's boss.
"Chen~EbookFREE.me~You guys go out first."
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Chen Jiaying was like a discouraged ball and suddenly lost his energy, and could only stare at Peng San fiercely, trying to kill him with his eyes.
"Peng San. Don't think you can do whatever you want with money."
Facing the sudden arrival of his immediate boss, Chen Jiaying said in a low voice.
"Help, Officer Chen said he would kill me."
You flatter!
When did I say that.
"Chen. Do you want me to say it again? The person who took you out first."
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Senior officials crushed people to death.
Although she wanted to beat Peng San violently, facing the pressure of Zhuang Lixian, Chen Jiaying could only let go of Peng San and leave.
Seeing Chen Jiaying walking to the door, Peng Sanxi who was sitting still yelled.
"Hey. Sir Chen. Your braids fell to the ground."
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"Minions are good, slaves are good: regardless of internal affairs and diplomacy, everyone sleeps in the dark."
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British pound to mark, 2.7648, a decline of 9.7%
British pound to US dollar, 1.9125, a drop of 8.6%
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London, Bank of England.
Robin Leigh Pemberton looked at the market quotations of pound sterling on the screen of Reuters, frowning deeply, only feeling a headache.
"President. Calling from Hong Kong, the Asian market is selling too much pressure, I hope we can share a little pressure."
"How much money do we have."
"It's less than two billion. I think we need to raise interest rates again to ease the pressure on the market."
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"Emma. Go and arrange."
Ten o'clock in the morning.
The Bank of England announced that the benchmark interest rate will be raised from 12% to 15%.