Chapter 289: is both absurd and wondrous.

Night fell on Wall Street. In the top-floor office of Goldman Sachs headquarters, Bell and his assistant stood by the window, overlooking the glittering lights below.
"As expected, Britain finally reached this point."
"Yes, in a sense, wasn't this a script that was written all along?"
On the television screen, British Prime Minister Theresa May, the "Iron Lady" known for her tough stance, finally succumbed to the overwhelming pressure and announced her resignation with a somber expression.
The stated reason was perfectly legitimate: to resign in responsibility for the unprecedented financial crisis facing the British Empire.
Exchange rates fluctuate; this is commonplace in any political arena.
Which country hasn't experienced it?
Take Turkey, for example. Its exchange rate nearly halved within a year, crippling it by 40%. It was a disaster, but life went on, didn't it?
But if this happened to the British Empire, the nature of the situation would be completely different; it would feel like the sky was falling!
"For a country of Britain's stature, if the exchange rate were to drop by even 5% normally, the media would be clamoring for an 'economic crisis.'
This time, it's a complete collapse of 20%!
This isn't a crisis, this is a national catastrophe!
Even if Theresa May has immense power, she can't escape this blame!"
To be honest, in the eyes of Wall Street shrewd individuals, Theresa May's resignation was practically a foregone conclusion; they were just waiting for an auspicious day.
While she barely avoided the quagmire of a "hard Brexit," years of negotiations with the EU had yielded nothing, and her approval ratings had long since plummeted, clinging to life only by sheer luck.
But she stubbornly refused to back down.
Was it that damned pride at work?
Perhaps partly, but more importantly, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to!
If she were to simply quit, shout "I quit!" and run away...
the label of "most irresponsible British Prime Minister" would forever brand her with historical shame, condemning her for centuries.
Therefore, she needs a way out, a "dignified" ending.
Even if it's an act, it has to be a complete performance, waiting for a "golden opportunity" to make the world believe her resignation was out of sheer desperation and forced by circumstances.
That way, people can still say, "Well, she did her best," a graceful exit.
"So, this financial crisis has become her lifeline?"
The assistant succinctly revealed the truth.
"Exactly, it's like a godsend! A perfect excuse!"
Bell's tone was full of knowing mockery.
"She knows better than anyone that trying to carve out a path through Brexit negotiations is harder than climbing to heaven.
Those old EU bureaucrats, aren't they all shrewd?
A dignified, peaceful separation from the EU? Dream on!
In the end, they'll most likely still end up on the dead end of a 'hard Brexit.'
And what will the consequences be? You, me, and everyone on Wall Street, don't we all know perfectly well?"
Wall Street, the most money-sensitive place on the planet, calculates faster than a supercomputer once they smell the scent of cash.
What chain reaction will this event trigger?
What opportunities are there?
How can one make a fortune there?
Every day, they mentally rehearse countless scenarios, then choose the one with the highest probability of success, pour money into it, reap the rewards, and snowball their wealth.
From this perspective, the moment the Brexit referendum passed, the outcome was already written by these people:
Britain will never leave the EU with dignity.
"Theresa May dreamed of a perfect ending, but it was simply an impossible task.
If she had stubbornly insisted on a 'hard Brexit,' she would have been nailed to the pillar of historical shame, becoming the worst prime minister in British history, without exception.
So, she chose to pass this poisoned cup to the next prime minister.
Anyway, the responsibility for this financial crisis isn't entirely hers alone, and the public knows that perfectly well."
In Bell's eyes, Theresa May's timing in this move was textbook perfect.
A financial catastrophe dubbed "the second Black Wednesday," seen as utter destruction by others, was used by her as a golden springboard. She gracefully relinquished the prime minister's seat, smoothly handing over the deadly poison of Brexit to her successor.
"Tsk tsk, that's British politics for you. Other skills aside, their ability to shirk responsibility and escape is top-notch."
"But...everyone knows this drink is poisoned. Who would be foolish enough to drink it?"
"That's precisely the magic of politics." Bell curled her lip.
"Everyone knows it's poison, but they can't resist its allure!
That's the supreme power of the British Prime Minister!
I bet those eyeing that position now, like Theresa May back then, think they're the chosen one, 'If it were me, I could do it!'"
One was the prime minister who failed to prevent "the second Black Wednesday."
The other is the culprit who personally triggered a "hard Brexit," plunging Britain into endless suffering.
Given the choice between two options, Theresa May decisively chose the former.
Although the 20% plunge in the exchange rate was an unprecedented financial disaster, fortunately, it wasn't a continuous bleeding, but rather a rapid "flash crash."
A lightning-fast collapse.
As the name suggests, the price plummeted in a very short period, followed by a swift rebound.
Of course, this flash crash of the pound was quite different from the usual minor fluctuations in the financial world.
The pound is, after all, a global hard currency with immense influence. This collapse had a far-reaching impact, and the recovery was naturally as slow as an ox pulling a broken cart.
Therefore, although the exchange rate has rebounded to 10% after falling by 20%, that 10% drop is still a staggering figure.
But at least there's some hope; the worst is over.
"So, does that mean Theresa should thank Fang Huan Investment, the mastermind behind this whole mess?"
"Not at all. No matter what, Fang Huan Investment's actions have thoroughly ruined her and the whole of Britain. Gratitude is pure nonsense.
But as for hatred, it's hard to say.
After all, Fang Huan did provide her with an escape route, allowing her to get away with it."
This situation is both absurd and bizarre.
The mastermind behind the biggest financial crisis in British history has become the British Prime Minister's "savior."
Theresa herself was probably filled with mixed emotions, wanting to curse but not knowing where to begin.
"Alright, enough of that. Did you find what you were told to investigate?"
Now, the last remaining question, the one that everyone in the financial industry is anxiously awaiting, remains.
Fanghuan Investment… why did that mysterious institution from the East do this?
Is Fanghuan Investment just a boy crying wolf?
It all started with Fanghuan Investment's incomprehensible, utterly illogical, "suicidal" short-selling attack.
It was Fanghuan's incomprehensible, anti-human, and insane move that terrified hedge funds, triggering panic selling among other financial giants, ultimately leading to this unprecedented collapse.
But as the storm subsided and the dust settled, the executives of those financial giants realized something was amiss.
Why did Fanghuan… do that? What was their motive?
Was it really true that there was absolutely no inside information, and it was all just a bluff, a grand strategic fraud?
"Initially, we also thought that Fanghuan Investment, without any real negative news, was simply bored and wanted to play the global financial giants like fools with such an absurd investment.
But as it turns out, we were all wrong; they had other plans.
In this seemingly impregnable and vast financial market, Fanghuan found a fatal loophole!"