Three trading days later, Petit had dumped a total of 130,000 piculs of cane sugar, and the mysterious buyer finally stopped.
In a nondescript little house only some fifty meters from the London Futures Exchange, the handlers for Rothschild and other financial sharks were enjoying their afternoon tea.
A middle-aged man wearing an expensive French-style wig frowned in discontent: "Mr. Scott, you are being overly cautious. I believe we could easily take another 400,000 pounds."
At the current price, 400,000 pounds would buy 55,000 piculs of cane sugar.
The elderly man opposite calmly stroked his coffee cup and said, "Don't forget the rules, Baron Ledge. Here, you have to listen to me."
The young man beside him reached out and patted the discontented Baron Ledge: "Mr. Scott is right. There's already been panic buying in the English market recently.
"If our acquisitions are too aggressive, we might force the British Government to abandon their short positions."
