Darkstone Code

Chapter 1050 - 1048: Yalaso...

In the girl’s heart, Lime seldom brought work home. In his own words, work matters should be resolved at the workplace, not at home.

Home is a place for family and private affairs, there shouldn’t be work here.

So today, Lime brought back a lot of materials, which puzzled her a bit, but she didn’t say anything, as it didn’t concern her.

As long as the pocket money keeps flowing, nothing else is a problem.

As for whether she would encounter malicious gazes when going out with Lime?

That wouldn’t happen, Lime wore valuable clothes, and he held a Civilization Staff plated with gold and embedded with various gemstones.

When he struck it on the ground with a thud, who dared to laugh at him?

In the Federation, you can curse the President as a coward who only knows to hide behind his desk and cry, but you can’t insult the wealthy.

Even a slightly unfriendly tone would instantly result in a court summons, thoughtfully placed in an envelope and sent directly to your home.

Sued to the point you couldn’t afford your pants; that’s the deterrence capitalists have in lower society.

This is also why many at the bottom dare to wave their fists at officials and spray them with saliva, but when facing big capitalists, they can only bow their heads uneasily like natives of the Federation Mainland two hundred years ago.

The former needs the votes of the electorate, just as the public are the source of votes, they need the public to vote for them, so the public can recklessly do what they like.

But the latter holds the basic necessities of life, losing them is equivalent to losing everything!

Life would also have no future.

With such a "boyfriend" to go out with, the girl was not at all worried about being ridiculed with Lime, instead, her girlfriends were extremely envious of her current life.

After delivering the fruit platter and tea, the girl went to exercise. She recently became obsessed with working out and got a membership card at You’Er Mei.

It has many outstanding fitness enthusiasts, especially some who, although they are in their thirties or forties, look about the same age as her.

She must start maintaining herself, right now, her body is her capital, and she must protect it well.

Sitting on the sofa, Lime was also looking at the materials, thinking while reading about what Lynch was going to do, how he would do it, and to what degree.

He didn’t plan to overtake Lynch and seize the opportunity first, but was habitually analyzing.

Lynch always succeeds, always succeeds!

He also wanted this but couldn’t achieve it, so the only thing he could do was first understand why Lynch could and he couldn’t.

Lynch wasn’t aware he had become a subject of someone’s study, as he was also looking at the materials, but not the silver futures documents, instead, the gold ones.

The rise in silver prices impacts not only the futures prices and trading market but also leads people to increasingly consider silver as a reserve in international precious metals.

A reserve with stable and rising value is the best guarantee of wealth, people used to store gold, now they store silver.

Lynch flicked through the materials, the current price of gold was thirty-eight dollars and seventy-seven cents per ounce.

Which had risen over a dollar per ounce since earlier this year and last year, but the increase was unjustified, too little.

Based on previous yearly trends, the price of gold should have surpassed the high of forty dollars per ounce by March or April, but it hadn’t.

Why?

Because a large amount of gold flowed into the market, and funds began shifting from gold to silver, further boosting silver prices.

When silver’s appreciation exceeds gold’s, gold becomes less suitable as a reserve, considering both wealth security and currency depreciation.

In other words, the market no longer favors gold!

No one would actively inform the public of this situation, some remote cities still buy silver at very low prices from the public, using enticing-looking activities.

For instance, exchanging ten ounces of silver for one ounce of gold. If silver’s price weren’t abnormal, many would think this was a bargain.

Because in their mindset, silver’s price is only one-twentieth of gold, a guaranteed gain transaction, unaware that such decisions already result in huge losses.

The whole society is squeezing silver, gold becoming the discarded item.

Lynch went through numerous materials and found some data.

He only rested at around one in the morning, he rarely slept this late, but today was different.

He also made his decision, he would suppress gold!

Yes, he promised Mr. Pato not to manipulate silver now, but never said he wouldn’t touch gold, it’s an opportunity that might not come once in a thousand years.

Should gold undergo massive fluctuations, more investors would convert gold to silver, further propelling silver prices.

While gold prices would continually drop.

Has anyone ever heard of gold falling?

Probably not, or maybe once or twice, but it always rebounded quickly.

Lynch intended to drive gold down, then buy up at the bottom, and cause a market crash.

Over the past few years, the High Priest has been constantly sending gold from Nagariel to the Federation. Lynch has had his eye on this batch of gold all along, so the exchange of gold hasn’t been handed over to the bank; he’s been handling it all by himself.

Several times, more than twenty tons of gold were transported. He was pondering what could be done with this gold, but now, he knows.

What he needs to do is accelerate the lack of trust in the futures market for gold prices. As long as the transaction price of gold spot is continuously reported lower, there will certainly be people who follow suit.

He is genuinely selling at a low price, but he is selling it to himself...

It’s just a small transaction fee loss, but it can trigger the entire gold market to decline. By then, he’ll lose some small amount, yet he can pull down the price of gold by a few points or even ten or more points, or more. It’s very worthwhile!

The next morning, after getting out of bed, Lynch didn’t exercise. After freshening up, he arrived at the dining table to enjoy a delicious breakfast.

Anna had also gotten up, changed into smart clothing, tied her hair together in a small bun, and put on a pair of glasses, which gave her an intellectual beauty.

"The morning schedule is temporarily canceled...," Lynch said while enjoying his fried eggs.

The eggs were fresh, with nothing unusual, but some bits of ham and some ingredient... he didn’t know the name of it, were sprinkled on them.

It was a type of fungus that grows at the root of Dragon Blood Wood, very rare, with a bright red color, and very expensive.

Its price can perhaps only be compared with gemstones; gold can’t compete with it at all.

There were also a few drops of some kind of seasoning, making it very unique and extraordinarily tasty.

At first bite, it had the rich, creamy texture characteristic of egg yolk, without any fishiness, slightly sweet, followed by the distinctive taste of ham rising up.

Can you imagine the pleasure of that time-aged deliciousness tumbling in the rich egg fluid?

Lastly, there was that unique flavor brought on by the fungi from under the roots of the Dragon Blood Wood.

Honestly, while it was delicious, it was a bit weird.

Overall, though, it was an excellent breakfast.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Lynch looked at Anna, who was ready to take notes, and said, "We’re going to the Golden Exchange Bank this morning; I have something stored there."

Anna quickly jotted down the information and then looked up at Lynch, who smiled and said, "That’s all for the morning."

After eating, it was already past nine-thirty, and then the driver took them to the headquarters of the Golden Exchange Bank.

As soon as they got out of the car, the manager of the bank appeared.

He proactively approached Lynch, "Mr. Lynch, it is an immense honor for the company to let me welcome you!"

Lynch reached out and shook hands, introducing Anna who was beside him.

The manager seemed to know Anna and complimented the young lady, then focused his attention back on Lynch.

"I have had everything prepared, you can take them away anytime, anywhere, whenever you wish."

"They’re now in a separate storeroom!"

As they spoke, the three of them didn’t enter the main building of the bank headquarters but walked around it.

The headquarters of the Golden Exchange Bank looked like a military fortress, with walls that were sheer and vertical, and there were guards holding guns patrolling back and forth on the walls.

They were allowed to carry guns legally under restrictions.

Every storeroom appeared massive, and very solid and heavy.

They arrived at one of the storerooms, and after entering through a small door, found a room.

The manager handed the keys to Lynch, "I’ll wait outside, you can call me any time if you need anything or have any issues."

He didn’t go inside, nor did he open the door himself.

Under Anna’s curious gaze, Lynch inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it.

The clattering sound of the gears set off a chain reaction, and the heavy iron door slowly opened.

The next moment, Anna clasped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming!

Inside the room, stacks of gold bars as thick as arms were piled together like a small mountain.

The bright light shone on the gold mountain, as the entire room’s walls, floor, and ceiling were bathed in a layer of golden light!

Lynch stepped inside; he tried to pick up a gold bar but, regrettably, couldn’t do so with one hand.

He used both hands, casually selecting some from various spots to place on a small cart; these gold bars were to be checked outside.

Who knows what tricks the bank might play; he has a good partnership with the Golden Exchange Bank, but the closer you are, the more cautious you should be at times.

"Are these... all yours?" Anna’s expression was a bit excited; her family owned a gold mine and she had seen some gold ores, especially large nuggets of gold.

Mr. Pato’s hobbies were different from ordinary people; he liked to collect those ores.

But even so, Anna had never seen so much gold piled together like this. Dreamlike.

Illusive.