Three trading days later, Petty had dumped a total of 130,000 dan of cane sugar, and the mysterious buyer finally stopped.
In an inconspicuous little house barely fifty meters from the London Futures Exchange, the traders working for capital tycoons such as Rothschild were enjoying afternoon tea.
A middle-aged man wearing an expensive French wig frowned in displeasure. "Mr. Scott, you are being far too cautious. I think we could completely take another 400,000 pounds."
At current prices, 400,000 pounds could buy 55,000 dan of cane sugar.
The old man across from him calmly stroked his Coffee Cup. "Do not forget the rules, Baron Ledger. I am in charge here."
The young man beside them reached out and patted the displeased Ledger. "Mr. Scott is right. Panic buying has already begun appearing in the United Kingdom market recently.
"If our purchases are too large, we may well cause the British Government to abandon its short position."
His concern was not unfounded—at that very moment, Petty was writing a report to the British Prime Minister, hoping to temporarily keep sugar prices at 1 Shilling 5 penny per pound.
He had a premonition that the French Government would continue desperately swallowing up cane sugar on the London market—if sugar prices were pushed any lower, it would simply be helping the French save money. However, Scott and the others had an exceptionally precise grasp of the rhythm of market control. On the very day he finished his report, trading volume in the London market returned to normal, as though the French had run out of money again.
After much hesitation, Petty ultimately put away that report.
Yet only a week later, the cane sugar in the London Futures Market was swept clean once more. After putting in 100,000 dan, Petty finally began to