The London Futures Market was rocked by violent upheaval.
Everyone was discussing the massive contract defaults in Prussia. No one dared touch any contracts involving the German Territories anymore. Fortunately, Cane Sugar at the Port of London was still being delivered normally, allowing the Futures Exchange to barely keep operating.
The Robert-Cooper Trading Company, which specialized in Cane Sugar trade in Prussia, had received hundreds of lawsuits, with total claims exceeding 700,000 Pounds and still climbing.
Meanwhile, people were still relentlessly buying up every Cane Sugar contract. Rothschild and the others had raised enough funds to purchase 500,000 dan of Cane Sugar, yet they had only bought 300,000 dan so far—far short of their expected amount.
Well, their share had been snatched away in advance by panicked British citizens.
In an office opposite the London Futures Exchange, Petty stared blankly at the desk, as though a spring gushing sugar might emerge from it. "My Lord," his assistant cautiously reminded him, "shall we continue releasing contracts?"
Just now, the final thousand dan of Cane Sugar contracts from the Port of London had been bought. There was no Cane Sugar left to buy at the Futures Exchange. Veins stood out on Petty's clenched hands, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He had originally held more than 400,000 dan of Cane Sugar, enough to drain France's short-selling funds dry. But Boris had sent back a report the day before yesterday: Prussia had refused to sell Cane Sugar, and the contracts there would default on a massive scale.
That had cost him Prussia's 400,000 dan of Cane Sugar in an instant. Now, he had less than 23,000 dan of Indian Sugar left in his hands, while French capital watched this last bit of stock like tigers eyeing their prey.
He suddenly let out an unwilling