“It’s impossible for them to fight against the United States in the local war.
“With a single strike, nothing would be left, and their homeland would be destroyed. Therefore, it was reasonable that they targeted the United States’ territory.”
Jasper did not talk much about this. He thought for a while, then he stood up.
“Alright, enough with the entertainment, it’s time to look at our good harvests.”
A video call request rang out loudly right after.
Jasper accepted the call, and, as he expected, it was Jake. On the screen, jake was exhilarated to the extent that his face had reddened.
“Mr. Laine, you won’t believe it. Oh my God, there was a plane collision at the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon in the United States. Two more minutes till the stock market opens!”
Jasper was in a good mood, and replied, “I know, this is our long-awaited chance. Quickly get everyone ready, we don’t have to do anything, just wait to get paid.”
“Yes, yes Sir!”
Jake was so excited that he could not even talk properly.
Before this, most of the traders in Jasper’s team were pessimistic toward his actions at the time.
Being one of Harbor City’s top trading teams, their professionalism was nothing scoff at.
Any one of them would have been aware of the current economic situation, so the fact that Jasper predicted that the United States stock market would drop drastically was as unbelievable as announcing that the aliens were going to invade the Earth the next day.
But!
It happened right before their eyes.
When they received the news of what happened in the New York City of the United States, the first thing that came into their mind was fear. Was their boss a human or a ghost?
How was he able to predict this?!
Even so, there was no time to think too ruuch as the stock market was opening soon.
Everyone shared the same thought.
They had planned the deployment strategies for half a month and amassed a total sum of 2.5 billion US Dollars. How much could they stand to gain this time? Those were numbers that no one could have ever imagined.
***
Counting down till the market opened, in Harbor City at Atticus’s home.
Fabian sat on the sofa, his face expressionless. However, anyone was able to see that he was agitated from the slight tremor of his hands resting on his knees.
In front of him was the outraged Morrison.
“F*ck!”
“F*ck!”
Morrison was swearing with distorted facial expressions, like a hideous demon.
“How is this possiblel? Jasper was going to die, then this happened!”
“Unbelievable!”
“Is even God helping Jasper?!”
A whole load of ranting and cursing got on Fabian’s nerves.
“Enough!”
A loud yell shut Morrison up.
Fabian took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and spoke to Morrison, “I’m sorry for being rude, but yelling can’t change anything now.”
“What now?” Morrison asked and gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger.
Regardless of the situation, Morrison’s confidence recovered a little when he saw Fabian’s calmness.
