After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 257 - 256: Creating a Legend

Wen Chao's face showed excitement, "Use 150 million dollars of the contingency fund, divide it into three parts, and stabilize the three markets."

As the results of the first swing state were announced, the scales of victory began to tilt towards them, and towards Businessman.

Although Businessman was still trailing by twelve electoral votes from one state, securing the first swing state was enough to close the gap.

As the medication began to wear off, Lu Liang fought off sleepiness and in a drowsy state, glanced at the total accounts for the three trades.

RMB earned 32.21 million US dollars, Mexican Peso earned 232 million US dollars, and the most was put into International Gold, which also had the largest increase.

Breaking 1800 per ounce, they had invested 1.5 billion US dollars and used a 10x leverage; now, their profits exceeded 420 million US dollars.

Given the current situation, they probably wouldn't need to wait until 10 AM; around 6 or 7 AM would likely suffice.

With seven crucial swing states, securing half would mean the rest of the time was insignificant.

Meanwhile, institutions on Wall Street were furrowing their brows, as there were quite a few black swans this year.

Polls had consistently shown Larry far ahead; the question was how Businessman managed to make a comeback.

"The polling audience was different; Businessman shifted focus towards the internet," a professional research firm quickly provided a preliminary analysis.

Elections were one person, one vote, but for many years, young people had typically abstained.

Larry was still using traditional methods to canvass votes, but Businessman leveraged new media channels.

This engaged voters who typically didn't care and would have abstained, to participate in this election and support Businessman.

At 4:05 AM, the number of Red States surpassed the Blue States, capturing the second swing state.

Businessman was now sitting with "half a butt" on that supreme throne, and the market quickly reacted.

Mexican Peso rose to 19.2500, International Gold increased to 1850 US dollars, and RMB also broke through the 6.5 mark.

"Wait until the third swing state turns Red to firmly establish the victory before cashing out,"

Wen Chao was very composed, aware that a segment of the market still believed in Larry's supporters who were stubbornly resisting.

When they gave up or shifted their policies to start operating under the assumption of Businessman's election,

That would be their best moment to cash out because there would be someone to take over, maximizing their returns.

Wen Chao glanced over; since after midnight, no more of Lu Liang's coughing could be heard in the trading room.

It wasn't that he had recovered, but rather his coughs had been replaced by snores which, due to his illness, were quite loud.

Many traders were sneakily looking this way, their faces no longer displaying nervousness but replaced with admiration.

Now with a 75% chance of victory, Lu Liang's snores brought at least 15% confidence.

Dealing with speculation involving billions of dollars and still being able to sleep indicated unmatched confidence.

Obviously, they didn't know that all trading orders tonight were issued by Wen Chao, with Lu Liang hardly speaking.

At 5:45 AM, although the third swing state turned Blue, Larry was already without hope.

With only eight states left to report, Businessman held 265 electoral votes and was supported by 24 states.

Remaining eight states, including Kentucky, a traditional Red State for over a hundred years, possessing eight electoral votes.

This meant, no matter what, the businessman securing support from over 25 states and over 270 votes was already a done deal.

The probability of winning the election had skyrocketed to 99.99%.

Unless aliens invaded Earth, unless East Country suddenly attacked, unless the businessman suddenly died, respecting these uncontrollable factors, there remained a 0.01% chance.

"Damn America~~"

"These Red State Party members should perish for letting a Joker rise to power."

"It's just like us, truly free, truly democratic, we've made history once again."

Above New York State, the clouds were dense, the more developed the area, the more it leaned towards Blue State.

Because in their view, the Red State Party was just a bunch of crude, redneck laborers.

In America culture, this wasn't a compliment but specifically referred to southern rural whites, equivalent to white trash.

Defined in media and mainstream culture as poor, backward, dirty, uneducated, with a tendency towards racism.

Meanwhile, on Manhattan's Wall Street, the clouds were even denser. One by one, the participating market investment banking institutions couldn't help but feel depressed.

They had bet wrongly again.

This was the third time this year.

Although losses were cut in time and they went long on Gold instead, there was still a bit of profit. However, the gain was absolutely incomparable to that of the mysterious forces that had made the right choice from the beginning.

"Has anyone found out? Who is it that can make the right decision amidst such chaos?"

Just moments ago, that batch of capital had massively withdrawn, choosing the timing very cleverly, only taking 80% of the market movement and leaving 20%.

They were forced to stabilize the market for the remaining 20%, reluctantly helping the other party to exit smoothly.

After all, everyone had thought Larry would win, betting on the wrong direction, and they had to absorb 20% of the market movement to hedge their bets.

"Number 1, HK Garden Road." Wilson's eyes widened upon hearing the news.

Immediately, silence ensued.

Number 1, HK Garden Road was the address for the Bank of China Building, indicating that this capital came from HK. They had heard this name more than once; the last time was when Old England exited the EU and during the southern incident.

Lu Liang's entry into international financial markets was mainly channeled through Number 1, HK Garden Road.

They knew the channel of funds, but could do nothing, as East Country's Foreign Exchange Administration also routed many funds through this channel.

East Country's Foreign Exchange Administration, as of last quarter, controlled over thirty trillion dollars in US treasury bonds, making them dare not play any tricks.

Wall Street institutions, even if just using the force of an institution could suppress many countries, definitely did not include East Country.

"Is it Lu Liang again?" A sigh expressed the sourness in everyone's hearts.

So much so, they began to speculate that Lu Liang's hospitalization was fabricated simply to make them lower their guard.

"It's Tianxing, but it shouldn't be Lu Liang, the real operator must be someone else." Wilson said gravely.

Only an enemy truly understands one's self; he had replayed many times the past transactions conducted by Lu Liang.

Aggressive, biased, nearly synonymous with Lu Liang, the person operating tonight was clearly more cautious than Lu Liang.

If it had been Lu Liang, he wouldn't have left them 20% of the market movement, considering a 5% wiggle room cause for celebration.

Sometimes he wouldn't even give them that 5%, instead pondering how to trap them.

Wilson shared his speculation, "He's probably planning to exit the private fund market."

According to East Country's financial law, public and private funds cannot coexist, Lu Liang had more than once expressed his intention to establish a public fund.

Tonight, perhaps was a signal, a signal Lu Liang gave to investors, that even if not operated by him personally, the fund could still profit.

As his words fell, someone immediately exclaimed in frustration, "Damn it, so you're saying we'll never be able to beat him head-on?"

Everyone was silent, recalling a legendary figure, Bruce Lee, who died suddenly in the most glorious period, creating a legend.

If it were as Wilson speculated, after tonight, Lu Liang would completely retire backstage, signifying his 100% success rate in the international markets.

All the institutions present would forever become the supporting cast in the grand narrative of Lu Liang's unparalleled reputation, and lose any chance of turning the tide.

Wilson gave a bitter smile, "Maybe that's what he's planning."