Time flew by, and William had already spent a week in London. This trip to London had two main tasks.
Besides strengthening communication between both sides, the other task was to deal with the assets in the United Kingdom—in other words, gradually sell off the unimportant stocks in hand.
London's stock market had gone mad. Ferdinand was not the only one withdrawing; many financial conglomerates were showing signs of retreating as well.
Pulling so much capital out of the stock market would not be easy. If they could not find someone to take over, they would be finished.
The real world was not a novel, where a stock market crash happened tomorrow and you withdrew today. If it really worked like that, what the hell would be the point of running? The moment you started dumping shares, the market would collapse. Who could possibly take them off your hands?
Selling hundreds of millions, even billions, worth of shares all at once? Keep dreaming.
How many retail investors would it take to swallow that up?
London's stock market was so frenzied now, yet the fresh money flowing in each day was only eight or ten million pounds. Once the sell orders became too large, the market would collapse ahead of time.
Do not count on the financial conglomerates to take over. They were not fools. If such a situation arose, they would only run faster!
London's stock market as a whole was worth just over twenty billion. That was the total market value of companies listed in London, not the capital actually circulating in the market.
If he truly wanted to smash the market, William could simply go all in and dump every share in his hands. Then, just like the financial crisis of 1929, it would explode with a bang.