"This is definitely not the end!"

Watching the numbers on his financial account increase, Lynch lightly said.

Lime, who was beside him, didn’t understand what this meant; he just instinctively thought there might be other changes.

Yes, that’s right, other changes.

There are many reasons for the crash in silver prices, and the ruling class of Gafura tacitly assisted the Federation with a helping hand.

Two of the world’s major powers, the latter saying that the two most powerful countries suddenly announced an intervention in silver — who could withstand such pressure?

It was no longer just pressure; it was destructive!

As long as Gafura and the Federation blocked the trade routes, silver would rot in everyone’s hands; they entirely had the capability and the excuse to do so!

No one could withstand the pressure from the two major world powers at the same time, so people naturally chose to let go.

The more you earned, the quicker you let go.

Mr. Pato had already cleared out all his silver bars by early May through various means, and others owed him for it — he released them at a price below the market rate.

People had to appreciate it, for they took advantage of Mr. Pato.

But now, they might not think so, especially since Mr. Pato was also a Federation citizen.

But... what can be done?

A favor owed is always a favor owed, and no one can erase it; when he needs it, these people must repay, otherwise, it becomes very troublesome.

It’s like an ordinary worker calling someone a rascal; it’s more of an angry outburst.

But when someone renowned, with considerable social influence and authority, says it, it’s equivalent to a "verdict."

The same words have completely different effects when spoken by different people.

After releasing his silver, Mr. Pato began acquiring gold; Lynch hadn’t spoken to him about gold, but his keen instincts sensed the trend.

Not just Mr. Pato, but Mr. Wardrick and other such big figures were quietly buying gold.

While buying, they continued to drive down the market; they wanted to ensure the price of gold would drop further so they could acquire more at a lower cost!

Coming back to his senses, Lynch casually tossed the pen he was fiddling with on the table and turned to Lime, "Once the gold pressure disappears, stop all operations."

When the pressure disappears, it signifies that the six major banks and the Federation Government have consumed enough; continuing further holds little significance and might, because of excessive intake, cause concern and caution in people’s minds.

As Lynch was about to leave, Lime quickly followed and couldn’t help asking, "Mr. Lynch, why did the silver crash so thoroughly?"

"It only took a day for its price to plummet from ten dollars to four; isn’t that too quick?"

He didn’t ask why it fell so quickly from "nineteen dollars" because that kind of question was too naive.

The spot trading at the International Port never stops; no matter how "virtual" finance is, it must have something "real."

Trading prices are the "real" of futures.

The port prices at the International Port are periodically compiled to the exchange, so even if someone wants to prop up the market, they can’t!

Ports around the world are frantically unloading silver; who can absorb it all?

Absolutely no one can; practically every minute brings a new price, and it cannot be stopped!

Lynch glanced at him and said with a smile, "This is national power!"

Standing at the door, he turned around and stopped, looking at Lime, and flicked his shoulder as if brushing off dust.

"Throw a party, just like before, on the company’s expense; let the young ones unwind, the victory belongs to us, and to them too!"

"No need to see me out, go back."

He said this as he turned and entered the elevator, disappearing from Lime’s view.

Lime knew that silver would fall, but he didn’t expect it to plummet so fast; he originally thought there might be a fierce battle, given the billions-scale of market, shouldn’t it lose so thoroughly.

The sides should battle wits and courage, back and forth, like a fencing competition with attacks and defenses, finally deciding a victor.

Yet unexpectedly, from the beginning, the result was already determined, and the speed was so rapid.

He couldn’t quite understand why "national power" was so terrifying; wasn’t market rules supposed to be the only truth in the market?

He still didn’t understand, and probably never would in this lifetime.

Apart from this, there was actually a more important factor, which was human nature.

This is like a deadly race; you don’t need to be the first, you just need to run faster than most.

Throughout the day, when those international investors realized that things were irreversible, they began to liquidate immediately. No one would hold on stubbornly.

Mine owners also started releasing goods, which accelerated the plunge.

They are all racing against time. Ultimately, some got away, while the rest sank completely into the Abyss. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A significant portion of the profits Lynch made throughout the process was invested in acquiring gold on the spot market. He chose physical delivery for these transactions, needing this gold as a crucial backing for future development.

Today, people recognized that silver ultimately could not replace the status of gold; tomorrow, it will be gold’s turn to speak!

The frenzied young people at the crazy party thought the same as those failures by the roadside—"It’s unbelievable!"

Yet their feelings were entirely different!

Lynch drove not home but to the Ministry of International Affairs, where a very special meeting would be held tonight, one that would change world history!

At eight o’clock, Lynch arrived at the Ministry of International Affairs on time. The gentleman opening the door smiled and led him into a conference room.

He was arranged to sit at the last seat.

This was not because the one arranging the seats looked down on him, but because his role today was more of a Witness, not a participant.

Seventeen countries’ diplomatic ambassadors were attending the meeting, including the Gafura diplomat. They sat here solemnly, looking down at some documents or chatting softly.

Some staff approached Lynch, handed him the documents, and informed him of some matters needing attention next.

At 8:10, Mr. Truman entered dressed in formal attire.

He went straight to his position, sat down, and said, "Sorry, I was dealing with some urgent matters just now. Thank you for waiting."

There was some noise in the room, then everyone got ready, straightened up, and looked at Mr. Truman.

First, he smiled, his smile very approachable. Diplomats shouldn’t make people feel like they’re not good upon first sighting them. No, diplomacy workers must have a deceptive appearance to be qualified.

"We foiled a conspiracy, one called the Silver Alliance; once again, we saved the world from the hands of conspirators!"

The atmosphere on-site was quite good. Lynch thought the speech drafter did well, expressing it somewhat subtly.

This didn’t seem to be Mr. Truman’s personally written speech. If it was him, he would probably use sentences like "We defeated the ambitious ones trying to challenge the existing order..."

But overall, it’s not bad.

Everyone had smiles on their faces. If there were people from the Silver Alliance here, they would certainly notice that there are representatives from four countries sitting here as well.

Every time, they are the ones implanted within the enemy, and they feel no shame in selling the Silver Alliance’s information; they are proud to sit here.

Mr. Truman paused for only a few seconds before continuing, "The world has gone through war and needs peace and order, and as victorious countries, we should take up this responsibility."

"Maintaining world peace is the responsibility of each of our countries, and maintaining the stability of the world financial order is also our responsibility."

"The silver case resulted in the evaporation of hundreds of billions, causing great trouble to the international community."

"This is not the first time, nor will it be the last. To prevent such incidents from easily occurring in the future, after our earnest research, the Federation Government plans to establish a new international organization to provide guarantees for parts of international trade settlement and to contribute to stabilizing international finances..."

This plan was originally called the "Golden Alliance"; of course, this was just the name in the proposal book. Lynch also participated in its drafting.

It’s just that when implemented, they didn’t expect to use more suitable reasons cleverly to make this happen.

Not everyone in the Federation Government is incompetent; there are several smart people as well.

The Gafura diplomat cleared his throat, and Mr. Truman immediately put down the document in his hand, looking at him, "It seems the Gafura ambassador has something to say."

The diplomat nodded slightly, "First, thank you, Mr. Truman, for the invitation and for allowing me to speak. Secondly, I also agree with the content of this meeting."

"Of course, I have a small question...," the diplomat raised his hand to adjust the document before him, "Who will lead this matter?"

As he spoke, he was full of apologies, "I mean no offense to the Bail Federal, Mr. Truman, I hope you don’t misinterpret my intentions."

"I believe that since we are sitting here, we should be honest and sincere to establish a foundation of trust with each other."

This matter happened suddenly. Before today, the Gafura ambassador was actually not aware of this; he only heard that the Federation Government was very dissatisfied with the Silver Alliance and Silver Currency.

Sometimes, at the level of diplomats, their "hearing" is often different from that of ordinary people.

Now, the Federation Government suddenly wants to create such an organization, and the Gafura diplomat immediately became alert, suspecting they intended to form a small group around the Federation.

Moreover, it’s highly possible around the Federation, which the ambassador finds intolerable.

He must strive for all diplomatic interests that may relate to Gafura’s interests—this is his mission.

He looked at Mr. Truman, waiting for his answer.