William White, returning to the United States, found the situation quite strange. The Futures Trading Commission had suddenly become the center of attention.
In line with expectations, the Hunt family had gone offline, and the price of silver had surpassed forty dollars per ounce. This seemed like a deliberate attempt to drive people crazy.
William White wasn't concerned about others' fates. He also had to investigate his trading account. Was this an attempt to find someone to blame?
William White wasn't going to fall for that. Anyone who dares to remember his buddy's wallet would certainly face consequences.
The war of speculation between the two families had seemingly ended, with the White family emerging victorious. They were now buying planes and mansions, living a carefree life.
The trading markets in Chicago and New York were aware of the behind-the-scenes story. It was all a matter of time before the truth would be revealed.
In soybean contracts, the trading committee had been manipulated by the Hunt family before. This time, they were ready to retaliate.
"Forbe, let the lawyers inform them and prepare for legal proceedings. I will hold a press conference tomorrow afternoon to question their deliberate negligence of supervision, which allowed more than 70% of the silver to flow into the hands of the Hunt family, aiding them in controlling the price of silver."
Faber, though sullen, couldn't argue much. The plan made sense, and many people would believe it.
Conspiracy theories were prevalent, and it depended on whether they dared to shoulder the blame.
The Futures Trading Commission, frustrated with the situation, had to step forward to clarify.
At this moment, they held a grudge against the southern barbarians. The private feud between the two Texas families wasn't their concern. For them, it would be best if both families suffered.
William White issued an ultimatum upon getting off the plane. The message was clear: the Hunt family was responsible for this, and if they wanted him to take the blame, there would be consequences for everyone involved.
Futures Trading Commission, filled with old blood, could only come forward to clarify.
A peculiar scene unfolded in the trading market, with transactions being restricted. Initially, it was limited to the number of purchases, with the hope that the Hunt family would cease their actions.
The Hunt family, however, wasn't backing down. Even with restrictions on single accounts, they had multiple accounts to continue their endeavors.
The trading committee was also acting irrationally, setting the price of a piece of paper at a thousand dollars, equivalent to 5,000 ounces of silver.
William White's message was implicit in allowing such indulgence, and he didn't hold back in expressing it.
Everything came down to benefits. By raising the price of paper, they hoped the trading volume would decrease significantly.
If it weren't for the Hunt family pushing things too far, the trading center wouldn't have intervened. However, if you're dealing in a manner that's out of control, it's only fair to face liquidation.
Seeking trouble with William White was a jealousy-driven act. The most infuriating part was that this wasn't a game for the Hunt family; they were serious.
Similar to the gaming industry, if you keep playing, you'll eventually lose. They didn't care about short-term gains.
Running away when you win? That was unacceptable.
A few years ago, soybean futures had tarnished the reputation of the Trading Commission. If they were accused again, it would be a severe blow to their credibility.
Futures guarantee companies had long requested an increase in margin. The margin in the London market had doubled, but the two largest trading markets were indifferent. You could say they were acting stubbornly, refusing to budge.
Playing in the United States required clear rules. The right was right, and admitting guilt wasn't about making excuses or apologizing.
Confessing too quickly was also frowned upon. Too early a confession might be viewed as a deliberate act, and it wouldn't be taken lightly. Facing an unreasonable judge might result in the harshest penalty.
After the Trading Commission's anger, William White continued his film production work. Lawyers were going to deal with the situation, so he didn't need to get involved.
Filming was intermittent, and the crew didn't find it too uncomfortable. William White's film followed a template, like a streamlined product.
Some seniors criticized this method of filmmaking, claiming it was a blasphemy against film art.
"Well, when your box office surpasses mine, I will naturally respect your art. I am still struggling. I have to fill my belly before thinking about anything else."
William White expressed his frustration and spewed verbal attacks at several old critics.
For people in the arts and crafts, just make your own movies. Why belittle others?
Hollywood in this era was in a state of confusion. The desire to create commercially successful films conflicted with the pursuit of serious themes. Now, reality was ruthlessly exposing their priorities: a full meal was essential, or you'd be starved to death.
William White's financial status was well-established, but there was only so much money. The global box office of the Imperium exceeded 250 million, and his success had been achieved with the help of others.
It was also amusing that stepping down peers could bring about someone's downfall.
Don't be ridiculous; producers and directors couldn't get along with everyone. A movie with broad educational significance would likely only appeal to a limited audience. Even if tickets were given away for free, it might not necessarily attract attention.
William White, with his sharp tongue, was formidable. Forget the critics; he was almost as good as a tongue warrior.
For someone shameless, verbal attacks were ineffective. To put it bluntly, he was too young to be their parent or teacher, so why should he preach to them?
Nanda? A guy with excellent academic performance; what was there to question?