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“Shock me once. And let me reply to this.”
Washington DC
exchequer.
I enclosed an envelope and handed it to the secretary.
The envelope was addressed to St. Petersburg, not Moscow. It was the residence of Count Sheremetev in the capital of Mamur.
“Shall we put it in the post office?”
“no.”
But I had no intention of taking this to the post office.
“You go directly to my agent. The position of the Ministry of Finance will be lifted for the time being. I will send you to Tsar Russia as a director of a private bank.”
“Me… you mean?”
“You’re not going to rot as Treasury secretary for the rest of your life? If so, tell me. I can replace you with someone else right away.”
“no!”
The secretary replied loudly.
This is an opportunity for my interim secretary. I tried both to verify the ability and also to verify the reliability.
This project was just right.
Even if it goes wrong, it’s pretty safe with the British shield, and when James returns soon, the secretary’s position will be replaced.
“More than that, Minister. What a shock, what kind of shock?”
“I will drop a short sale on the St. Petersburg stock market once. Drop 10% of the capital for this operation at once.”
“But we don’t have any Russian nationality stocks yet.”
“No, why not. About 10%.”
I lifted my index finger.
“Throw all Russian stocks in hedge funds.”
Railroad funds and short-selling funds are broad active funds that include stocks from around the world in their portfolios.
However, it grew so large that it actually became like an index fund that tracks the stock index, but it had a lot of Russian blue-chip stocks.
“I’ll stop the start. If the St. Petersburg stock market panics once, the Count will be in a bit of a hurry.”
There is such a thing as the Deutsche Securities option crisis.
The stock price manipulation case of Deutsche Bank Hong Kong branch that caused an option shock by shocking the stock market at once. It poured a whopping 2 trillion won in 10 minutes, driving the stock and option markets into panic.
As such, short-term shocks create various side effects.
‘Under normal circumstances, recovery would be quick, but what about Russia, where deflation proceeds as it progresses?’
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Of course, there is currently no options market.
but it’s ok My purpose is to shake the St. Petersburg Stock Exchange once and for all. Because it wasn’t the game.
The more the crash site, the more the bourgeoisie and nobles of the owner’s family will be wrapped up. It’s their management right, and they don’t want to sell it at a cheap price.
“If a down market is certain, stock lending will inevitably become easier. The more you scrape short selling, the more you will sell. This is a calculation that lowers the likelihood of default.”
“So is it.”
“Besides, you just have to pay a little for the rental fee.”
I handed my business card to the secretary.
“Take this to the hedge fund headquarters in New York and take the deed for the stock. If you go to Tsar Russia, sell all those stocks.”
“Aren’t stock securities in the US?”
A sharp question flew in.
I smiled.
“Yeah, Russian stocks are usually stored in Russian bank warehouses. It’s easier to trade stocks and reduces risk when transporting them.”
“Then, where should I go with the certificate?”
“St. Petersburg International Bank. It is the second largest bank in Tsar Russia.”
“All right.”
“It’s in the name of an offshore company, so I’ll let you know. It’ll be easy to find.”
Similarly, stocks are deposited in the banks of each country. If there is no reliable bank, I tend to set up a bank and keep it.
The St. Petersburg International Bank is under the control of Minister Sergei Witte, so it is a reliable bank.
“Then please.”
“Yes.”
“When selling stocks, always use brokers.”
“I’ll definitely keep my mouth shut.”
“Then better.”
I waved a small hand at the outgoing secretary.
“I’d like to send you a cool greeting in the morning.”
***
a few months later.
St. Petersburg Stock Exchange.
The St. Petersburg Stock Exchange is the capital of fiscal Russia and where blue-chip Russian companies gather.
A place where investors from all over the country gather to trade stocks.
“Is this here?”
The secretary of the Treasury, on the orders of Minister Morgan, entered Russia directly and attached the envelope to the post office in St. Petersburg.
‘The envelope will arrive at Count Sheremetev’s mansion in a few days in the hands of the postman.’
Those few days were the time given to him to have the St. Petersburg stock market crash.
“I have withdrawn all my shares from the St. Petersburg International Bank. Client.”
Pinkerton National Detective Agency.
It was a private detective agency assigned to him by Secretary Morgan. According to their request, they withdrew all the stocks that were sleeping in the St. Petersburg International Bank in just one day yesterday.
“You must have made an anonymous withdrawal to the borrowed-name account, right?”
“No one will know that we are. We have dispersed them so that there are no thieves in the middle.”
Broker to Broker to Broker to Broker.
Tens of thousands of dollars were deleted only in labor costs per day, depending on how many layers of brokers were hired.
But he was committed to perfect condition.
“The market will start soon.”
The secretary quickly put on his hat and entered the stock exchange. The stocks dispersed by the hands of hundreds of people were going to be poured into the stock exchange soon.
He is the watchdog.
The detectives also disappeared into the crowd. They seemed to be conscious of Ohrana, who might be aware of their existence.
The secretary walked into the stock exchange.
“It’s crowded.”
In fact, hundreds or dozens of brokers have entered the stock exchange by hiring each other. Not knowing who the real employer was, they had no idea in their head to sell the stock.
pounding.
If this is discovered by Ohrana, at least death and torture follow as a gift.
The secretary felt his heart beating inwardly.
Please, I started wishing it would be over soon.
But he didn’t show it.
‘It’s breathtaking.’
The secretary went up to the second floor, looked down and swallowed a small saliva. Brokers flocked to the window of the stock exchange.
Most investors did.
With a few dozen seconds left until the start, everyone took a stance to run to the window.
Because everyone was like that, the brokers didn’t really stand out.
‘I feel like my heart is going to explode.’
pounding.
My heart is beating more violently. Raise those tensions and focus on your eyesight.
‘It’s like I’m sick.’
pounding.
His nerves became so sensitive that he could even see drops of sweat on the brokers’ faces. Cold sweat dripping down slowly to the floor.
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Out of breath It’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
after……
few seconds left
What happens if you toss stocks at once? Is the St. Petersburg Stock Exchange Closed? Will he be able to carry out this mission without being caught?
All kinds of doubts swirled around.
‘Can I make it?’
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“No, you have to do it.”
earth-!
I hit the paper in the heart with a hammer.
“I’ll start the chapter.”
“Wow-!!!”
At the same time as the opening, the shouting crowd rushed to the window together.
It happened in an instant, and the windows were crowded with customers in a mess.
“…it’s a start.”
The secretary gripped the railing tightly with his hand to crush it.
In the shadow of the fedora hat, the light of the eyes shone sharply.
“Sell 1000 shares.”
“Sell 10,000 shares.”
“Sell 4000 shares.”
“Sell 100000 shares!”
Aristocratic investors dispatched agents, and the bourgeoisie was also looking down from the railing on the second floor, where they were, after entrusting the agent with all powers.
Even in the space of the giants, there is a scorching heat.
No matter how much they entrusted it to an agent, it was their property.
So they took the process sensitively.
“Why are there only sales pouring in?”
It happened in an instant.
Brokers rushed to the stock window, opened their respective cases, and started pouring out sales volumes at random.
quaw.
It was like a tsunami.
As the crazy selling volume swept through the window, the brokerage staff sweated and accepted the sell orders.
“What, what! Why are there so many sell orders!”
“What the hell are you guys doing! If the selling volume accumulates like this, can the buying volume be able to handle it?”
“Sell 10000 shares!”
“Sell 13,000 shares!”
“There are very few buy orders!”
10 minutes after the long start.
The St. Petersburg Stock Exchange was in chaos. The messengers of hell come down and throw bombs at random without even having time to think about it.
Para la la lak-!
The panel of the stock price board begins to burn like crazy. Investors in the St. Petersburg stock market opened their mouths at the sight they had never seen before and watched the status board.
‘It’s a fairly frequent event in the US, but these guys are different.’
Little to no immunity
in panic.
“Ahhh!!!”
Then one of the investors screamed and pointed at the tickers on the stock board. Her fingers were shaking like crazy.
But no one was saying anything.
[ -15% ]
The first sight I ever saw.
The ticker on the St. Petersburg stock price board gave fear. Investors stopped in place and bleached their faces white.
Their stocks just flew 15%.
It happened in just 10 minutes.
“Sell it! Sell it!!!”
Investors flocked to the window again. The stocks in his hands were wet with sweat and slippery. Swallowed by the fear of having to sell at least one more, they grabbed the front desk staff by the neck.
“Sell it quickly!!! It’s your responsibility if the price falls further because it’s late!!!”
“Ahhh!!!”
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On the stock price board, panels flew like a typhoon hurricane again.
In addition, the owners of the agents who were waiting on the second floor were furious and threw away the household items.
“Are these f*cking carnivores going to lose money with my property? Sell them now and liquidate them all!!!”
The secretary turned and looked at the railing.
The nobles and the bourgeoisie were fascinated by the property being deleted in real time, and they were fascinated with their eyes.
Among the nobles, these are not the owner families.
If you can easily dispose of the stock, these were the people who owned the stock as property.
“Meadow!! Sell it!! Please!!!”
“This must be a dream! It must be a dream!!!”
There was no concept of a portfolio.
A frantic sell order without a fair line has frantically scraped the St. Petersburg stock market.
The fear that started at -15% went down to the abyss.
[-30%]
Black Thursday.
Darkness fell from the sun, and the worst day arrived in St. Petersburg.
***
[St. Petersburg Stock Exchange, Shocking Black Thursday.]
[Bulk sales poured out at once at one window. St. Petersburg stock market panic.]
[Finance Minister Vitte, ‘As a result of the investigation, unidentified brokers sold a large amount of stocks. The epicenter is the St. Petersburg International Bank, but there is not enough investigative data on the counterparty. sorry.’]
[The Romanov imperial family remains silent. The tsar’s voice was firmly closed.]
[St. Petersburg International Bank, ‘Confirm withdrawal through borrowed-name account. Find out that twice as much of the stock in the warehouse has been sold. Continuing investigation.’]
bang-!
“Does this make sense!”
Ministry of Finance of Russia.
Finance Minister Sergei Witte was blushing. Already, it looks like a goal is going to burst because of government bond interest and deflation, but an unexpected accident occurred at the stock exchange.
15% of the stock flew in one day.
Tsar Nikolai unfilteredly expressed his discomfort to the selling forces, and the bourgeoisie and nobles were agitated.
“How many replacements have been hired, so even if you tear it out in three layers, nothing comes out? Only the structure that the broker commissioned the broker is already three. The ohranaga says she still doesn’t know the inside story!”
“It seems to have been pushed by tactics. It was so fragmented that it was difficult to identify it in advance.”
“Hey, I never thought I’d throw it into the stock market before I even got the news that the stock was withdrawn at once.”
The St. Petersburg International Bank reports directly to the Ministry of Finance when a large withdrawal is confirmed.
Most of the names of international banks are borrowed-name accounts.
A lot of unidentified money was sleeping.
Those stocks were withdrawn at once.
Crazy bastards tossed those stocks into the market at once.
The stock exchange fell as low as -30% and then recovered to -15%.
“Huh… Okay, let’s think positively. Somehow it ended like this. The St. Petersburg stock market itself almost collapsed.”
Bite’s face seemed to have aged 10 years in one day. I only saw the Trans-Siberian Railway and thought that I had run too far.
but no regrets
I will focus on fixing what happened.
“Huh… the Minister of Home Affairs will hate it again. After this investigation is over, I won’t be able to ask for Ohrana for a while.”
Sergei Bite’s eyes narrowed.
I borrowed the halo of the Tsar and used the Minister of Home Affairs’ Ohrana to investigate this case, but when I think of the lively face of the Minister of Home Affairs, I can’t use the Ohrana anymore.
“…before that, I’ll have to worry about the assassination first.”
At this time, imperial Russia was a time when assassination was rampant and non-sterilization was prevalent.
If the Minister of the Interior sharpens his sword in his heart, it would be no wonder that Ohrana would cut her throat.
Even if he himself was protected by the Tsar.
Rather, Bite was aware that the tsar’s halo had become his fetters and strangled him.
“….it’s a cantilever.”
hooked.
Bite buried herself in the back of the chair.
he was defenseless
Russia’s economy without Ohrana was also defenseless.
“Oh My God.”
Bite wiped his face.
If you are attacked now… Russia will suffer.
***
A few days later, St. Petersburg.
Count Sheremetev’s mansion.
“The letter has arrived.”
The attendant approached the Count, who was busy with paperwork. The Count has been busy moving his eyes over the recent Black Thursday in St. Petersburg.
It can get complicated in his head, but Count Sheremetev seemed to be refreshing his head.
‘Yes, this is it.’
The panic he had foreseen unfolded.
No, it will unfold. It’s not a panic that will only end at -15%
The Russian economy is not that strong.
Panic comes.
“The Count.”
The call of the attendant lifts the count from contemplation.
“Oh, yes. I said there was a letter. Who is the letter from?”
“From Secretary Morgan.”
“…..What?”
For a moment, Sheremetev felt a terrifying feeling.
The timing was exquisite.
Another problem was the fact that the letter came to him right at the time when the panic in St. Petersburg was over.
The bigger shock was the location.
“Where is that letter, the address?”
“It’s a Saint Petersburg mansion.”
“Where have I been until now?”
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Only then did the attendant’s face begin to distort.
“…Moscow….”
“Then Secretary Morgan must have been convinced that I would be here at this time of the year, months ago.”
“No… it can’t be!”
Without God, such a thing could happen.
The attendant was tired of contemplation, but Count Sheremetev smirked.
‘Secretary Morgan’s economic insight is frightening. I never imagined that I could predict panic so accurately. It’s the perfect match for a partner. My ass is burning.’
Count Sheremetev has increased confidence in Morgan.
“I’m starting to guess the contents of the envelope.”
“Yes?”
“No, I’m just talking to myself. Take it out and read it yourself first. Don’t read it with your mouth.”
“…Then excuse me.”
tuk.
The attendant opened the envelope. and read the contents.
“What did you reply?”
“that….”
“No. I’ll give it a try.”
The Count closed his eyes.
I carefully selected the words in my mouth in a serious mood.
If it were Morgan, what kind of reply would she have sent if she had accurately predicted the situation like this? What kind of reply would he have sent if Secretary Morgan was well aware of his own ransom?
In fact, when you think about it, it was a natural thing.
The Count was able to guess the answer quickly.
this is it
The Count opened his eyes.
“Isn’t it written saying “I will refuse..”
The attendant widened his eyes.
The Count put a deep smile on his lips.
“Haha, like such a cheeky kid. I like it.”
The Count let out a happy laugh.
And beckoned to the attendant.
“Prepare an envelope. I’ll send you a reply.”
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