Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"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.

Meanwhile, in the Montirian Five-Star Hotel, a financial magnate stormed in, his countenance grim.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"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.

"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.

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

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."

"Prince Garrett, do you have any solutions?" one of them finally asked.

Garrett looked around the room, then slowly spoke. "The most pressing issue isn't Dornian Emeralds anymore, but Montirian Ducats. Our only option now is to take out loans from the banks. First, they don't know that your assets have already been mortgaged. Second, we need to borrow Montirian Ducats. Right now, Montiria is flooded with Ducats, and with the exchange rate dropping, the banks will be eager to lend."

Garrett's words sparked murmurs in the room as everyone weighed the feasibility of his plan.

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Silvanus stepped forward from the crowd. "I will go to the bank first and take out a loan of 1.5 billion Montirian Ducats. If any of you are too scared, you might as well head back to Dornia now and pretend this never happened."

With that, Silvanus leaned on his cane and slowly made his way toward the door.

Watching Silvanus' retreating figure, the financial magnates finally made up their minds and stood.

"I'll try to take out an 800 million loan from Montiria Bank."

"I'll go for 500 million."

"I'll aim for 600 million."

Under normal circumstances, getting such buge loans from Montiria's banks would have been an uphill battle. The banks would

have sent investigators to Dornian et

before approving such large

amounts. But with the Montirian Dueat's value fluctuating wildly, the banks were eager to profit from these financial titans, caring little about the usual procedures.

Just then, Garrett received a phone call, and a look of joy flashed across his eyes.