Chapter 287: Where did they get their confidence?!

To be honest, even Su Hao hesitated when his intuition signaled this Deep OTM.
This was a huge gamble; anyone with a slightly fragile heart would probably have a heart attack on the spot.
But his intuition was like a broken record, stubbornly repeating the option in his mind over and over again.
Ultimately, Su Hao chose to trust his intuition.
With a single order, he had his men sweep up every Deep OTM product they could find on the market, every single one pegged to the British pound!
If his intuition was right again, he would reap an astonishing fortune.
But conversely, if it failed…
Then their investment of tens of billions in “lottery money” would vanish completely.
And the biggest problem right now, as Liang Haiyuan had just said:
This batch of OTMs was designed from the outset to gamble, so its validity period was outrageously short.
Now, only 24 hours remained until the final judgment.
To be honest, Su Hao was only human; to say he wasn't worried would be a lie.
Although his intuition had never been wrong, the thought of "What if... what if my intuition fails this time?" was like a devil's whisper, always surfacing to provoke him.
"Keep watching," he finally uttered simply.
"...Yes."
Further words were useless; the dice had been rolled, and all that remained was to wait for the results.
Inside the elite trading department, everyone surrounded Liang Haiyuan.
"President Liang, what did Chairman Su say?"
"Chairman Su only said four words: 'Keep watching.'"
"...That's it? That's it? No other instructions?"
"That's all."
A suppressed sigh echoed in the trading room.
It wasn't just OTM that was deadly; all the other related investments were death knells!
This Mr. Su has been pouring astronomical sums of money into products linked to the collapse of the British economy.
And all of them are the most extreme, leveraged products!
All the bets point to one conclusion:
Tomorrow, no, tonight!
The British Empire is going to fall!
Damn, this is too extreme!
While everyone knows Mr. Su's investment style is known for its recklessness,
Isn't this a bit too reckless?
OTM (Over-the-Money) products expire in 24 hours.
Other derivatives, while having longer maturities, are also hanging by a thread.
Even more outrageous is that Mr. Su's strategy this time doesn't resemble conventional short selling at all.
Conventional short selling involves predicting trends and gradually building a position.
But this time, it's as if he has divine insight; he's directly and precisely pouring all his funds into those arsenals that can instantly absorb all his firepower.
The signal this sends is far more than just "the British market is about to crash."
It's clearly saying: Britain is about to face an unprecedented, historic financial tsunami!
At that time, all assets will plummet to their daily limit, and Fanghuan Investment, having laid its trap in advance, will devour the empire's remains atop the ruins!
"But the problem is, 24 hours! How could Britain possibly collapse like that?"
For Chairman Su's scenario to come true, the UK market would need to experience a "flash crash"!
But where's the catalyst for that right now?
"No, I don't think Chairman Su is betting on a flash crash at all.
Besides, what else in the UK right now could be a catalyst besides that mess?"
"A hard Brexit?"
"Right! It might actually be a hard Brexit this time."
"But... even if it is a hard Brexit, the market shouldn't crash to the point of triggering an OTM, right?
At most, it'll be a severe blow, a major blow.
Our Chairman Su's bet is that the UK stock market could go straight to zero!"
At this, everyone fell silent again.
That's right, that's the most illogical part.
A hard Brexit would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to Britain, and the markets would certainly experience violent fluctuations.
But to say it would cause a collapse would be to underestimate the wealth accumulated by the British Empire over centuries.
After all, even a weakened giant is still formidable; even a heavy blow wouldn't kill it instantly.
"My God... what earth-shattering event is about to happen in Britain...?"
***
Meanwhile, across the ocean.
Bell, the Goldman Sachs manager known for his decisiveness and composure on Wall Street, was now fidgeting anxiously, his leg shaking so rapidly it sounded like he was working on a sewing machine.
Finally, his trusted subordinate rushed in, breathless.
"How is it?!"
"Confirmed, Mr. Bell! I used my highest-ranking informant within the EU, and the news is rock solid!
A 'hard Brexit' is absolutely impossible! Not only will they not opt ​​for a hard Brexit, they will also significantly extend the negotiation period!"
"Are you sure?! Absolutely?!"
"One hundred percent certain!
Those EU bureaucrats know better than anyone that a hard Brexit would be a disaster for Britain and a drag on other European countries. Nobody would do something so stupid.
This is core intelligence we obtained from within the EU; it's absolutely reliable!"
Right, that makes sense!
Bell breathed a slight sigh of relief.
A hard Brexit, a game that hurts both sides 800 and 1000, is simply impossible.
"But... what are those lunatics, Fang Huan, up to?!"
That's the problem.
"Their OTMs expire in 24 hours, right?"
"Yes."
In 24 hours, the EU will officially announce an extension of negotiations. The good news will bring peace to the market.
But Fang Huan Investment, those financial beasts from the East, are they blind or deaf?
They're actually betting hundreds of billions of dollars on the British economy collapsing within 24 hours!
What gives them the right?
Where do they get their confidence?!
“Mr. Bell, is it possible… that Fang Huan’s intelligence is flawed?”
The subordinate cautiously speculated.
“Possibly. But think about it. Even if there is a hard Brexit, will the market collapse like Fang Huan bet?”
“There will be a huge impact… but certainly not as extreme as Fang Huan’s gamble.”
“Yes! That’s what’s driving me crazy!”
Bell furiously rubbed his already thinning hair.
“What kind of intelligence do they have that we don’t know, that makes them so confident?!”
He had a strong premonition that something was about to happen.
He mobilized Goldman Sachs' entire intelligence network, practically turning the world upside down, but found not a single clue.
Goldman Sachs, this top investment bank that prided itself on its global intelligence network, was now like a blind man before Fang Huan's investments.
"Maybe... we should just pretend we didn't see anything?"
"Didn't see anything?! Do you know how much Fang Huan has bought up this time?
They've snapped up every OTM and related derivative product available on the market!"
Bell jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"If their prediction comes true, and the British stock market really crashes, we at Goldman Sachs, along with all the financial institutions that sold them end-of-life options and derivatives, every single one of us, will be stripped naked and thrown into the street!
All our holdings in the British market will become a pile of worthless paper! Do you understand?!"
Dead silence filled the office.
Bell had to make a decision.
Should he trust his intelligence network and ignore Fang Huan's madness?
Or... should I act like a coward, following Fang Huan around and cutting my losses?
The golden window is down to just 24 hours.
If something really happens, it'll be too late to run.
But this might be the last chance, a golden window to cut my losses and survive, rather than being blown to pieces!