Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3234

"By the way, wasn't the exchange rate for Dornian Emeralds 1:8 before? Drop it to 1:6 immediately," Mortimer said, calling out to Maurice, who was about to leave.

"Mr. Zedler, are you serious?" Maurice turned back to look at Mortimer, his expression grave.

Lowering the exchange rate would exponentially increase the consumption of Dornian Emeralds. There would even be unreasonable people demanding why they had to pay eight Ducats for one Emerald before and now only six.

"It doesn't matter. Spread the word. I'm injured, not incapacitated," Mortimer said, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his face showing a hint of malice. These cowardly scoundrels who only dare to play tricks in the shadows—if they really dared to make a move, Mortimer wouldn't hesitate to crush them, even while injured.

Meanwhile, in the Montirian Five-Star Hotel, a financial magnate stormed in, his countenance grim.

"Gentlemen, they've actually lowered the exchange rate from 1:8 to 1:6. If we keep playing it safe, we'll all be heading home with nothing left in our names!" he cried out, scanning the room with a cold gaze.

Most of them had mortgaged their companies and assets to Dornian banks before coming here. Everyone had at least two or three billion at their disposal, but now their liquid funds barely amounted to twenty-five billion. They only had five billion Montirian Ducats left. Yet, the other side was so confident that they came to lower the rate, indicating they must still have a vast amount of Dornian Emeralds.

Almost all of them had mortgaged their companies and assets to various Dornian banks before coming here. Each had at least a couple of hundred million in their hands, yet their available funds were only about 2.5 billion, and only 500 million Montirian Ducats left between them. But for Mortimer and his gang to confidently lower the rate, they must still have a large reserve of Dornian Emeralds.

Garrett, who had been sitting quietly, now stood and swept his gaze around the room. "My loyal followers have at most one billion Montirian Ducats left. If you all keep holding back, we'll be going home with heavy losses."

The room full of financial titans fell into a deep silence.