Chapter 487 Lucius's Little Thoughts

Faced with the recent frenzy in the stock market in the City of London, this failed art student has completely lost all his sanity.

All the earnings were leveraged countless times and invested again in the stock market, causing assets and debts to expand rapidly.

Although it looks very glorious, it is nothing compared to the group of financial elites in the office across the wall.

In a sense, this person is a poor person because he does not have even a single pound in his account and his cash savings are completely zero.

All he owns is a pile of financial assets in various names, as well as debts to countless funds and banks.

The reason I came here today is to complete the final blow before closing the net and squeeze out the last drop of oil from the opponent and those behind him.

Mr. Zachary Ward took a deep breath and started his performance directly. He also cast his eyes towards the office on the other side of the wall.

“What a busy group of people. Although they all work in the City of London, their work is definitely more interesting than mine.”

"My daily job, apart from drinking and socializing, is to face countless applicants and agree or reject their loan requests."

"I face countless reports and bills every day and sign my approval or rejection on them. Sometimes I really feel like a robot."

"In fact, I have always wanted to be an outstanding trend-setter in the financial tide."

"Oh, it seems that you have studied the stock market for a long time." Lucius immediately became interested and said to the other party with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, I was able to enter this game because of you. I always thought your job was the same as those on the other side."

"Now it seems that I was wrong, but I remember that you gave me very accurate information several times, which helped me make a lot of money."

"Why do you think your job is boring? Isn't your job the same as yours?"

"You are wrong, my lord." Mr. Zachary Ward smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.

"I don't have the skills of those people. I have never understood those colorful stock market K-lines, nor do I understand the knowledge of finance."

"I have relied on the rich network of contacts I have accumulated over the years working in the financial city. Among these contacts are elites working in various fields in the financial city."

"There are also people from the London local government and Downing Street. They are like spider webs spread all over the city, and they send me some useful information from time to time."

"This information is often a reward for my work for them, after getting this solid news."

"I am using my position to take out some temporarily idle funds from the banking system and make a short-term investment."

"It's just to earn some gambling money for myself."

"So that's how it is." Lucius nodded slightly, agreeing with the other party's statement. At the same time, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Not long ago, the Muggle in front of him took him to a Muggle casino, a place full of desire and luxury.

From the moment they entered the golden hall, the two forgot the existence of day and night, even when they lost everything and left the casino.

I don’t know how many hours have passed, but I still remember that the other party lost all the money he earned from MAT Technology Company’s stocks in just one night.

A full 2500 million pounds, the thrill of spending a fortune is really great, making people's heart beat faster and extremely excited.

But Lucius also realized that it was impossible to win money in such a situation.

He found that there were countless characters similar to "drag" in the crowd, including bartenders and waiters of all kinds walking around.

Some are responsible for creating atmosphere at the gambling table, while others are hot beauties wearing cool clothes.

Whenever you win a lot of money, they will cheer you on or flirt with you, using words and body language to stimulate you to continue playing.

And when you lose a lot of money, they will encourage you with sweet words, or deliberately say some unpleasant words to stimulate you.

The casino's environment and decoration have a similar effect, mentally forcing you to continue playing, with its gorgeous and dazzling decoration style and high-wattage light bulbs.

It's easy to lose the sense of day and night. You have no idea how long you will be there, nor how long you have been playing.

Until you lose all your chips and see the sun again.

The guy in front of me is someone who is deeply addicted to it. What's the difference between being addicted to that stuff and not being addicted to drugs?

The final result would definitely not be good. Thinking of this, Lucius no longer wanted to see the other person.

He could clearly observe that the other party was a little nervous and came here inexplicably, most likely wanting to borrow money from him.

Lucius spoke immediately when he thought of borrowing money.

"Oh, by the way, when I was at a party a few days ago, a gentleman gave me a bottle of good wine. I'll open it and taste it with you."

"I have never understood your Muggle drinks. Compared to the drinks we wizards drink, the alcohol content of your drinks is too high."

"Last time I took just a sip of a completely clear drink and immediately felt dizzy and slept for the entire night."

"It just so happens that the wine they sent is of this type. Let's taste it together and exercise at the same time."

"No sir, I..."

Looking at Lucius who stood up and walked towards the wine cabinet, Mr. Zachary Ward stretched out a hand to stop him.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Lucius had already walked to the wine cabinet and came over with a bottle of wine.

"Let's taste it." Lucius placed the wine in his hand on the small table in front of the two of them, then took out a folding knife from his pocket.

After shaking it off, he skillfully began to cut the wax seal at the mouth of the wine bottle.

Looking at the smooth movements, Mr. Zachary Ward tried hard to suppress the twitching of his eyes.

At the same time, he looked down at the packaging on the wine bottle and cursed in his heart.

"Fuck, I helped him make so much money after all. Even if it's to prevent me from borrowing money, I have to pretend to be drunk to avoid it."

"You should at least get a bottle of good wine, a bottle of Red Star Vodka bought from the supermarket, without even the white label on the back removed."

"Old John's, a small supermarket on the same block, sells it for £1.99 on special, and you don't have to worry about alcohol poisoning if you drink it."