After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 643 Whoever wins, they'll help them.
"Tell me your plan."

"Let's play it by ear."

"Play it by ear?"

"It's about playing it by ear."

Lu Liang maintained his smile, gave a brief greeting, and said that was enough; Su Shimin and the others would act accordingly.

He still has two trump cards up his sleeve. If he were to reveal his true colors, he might be taken down along with them. An appetite is like breasts; you can always squeeze some out.

"Mr. Lu, working with you hasn't been particularly pleasant," Su Shimin sighed, expressing his disappointment with Lu Liang.

"This is our first collaboration, and I hope it will be the last."

Lu Liang looked displeased, wondering where Su Shimin got the nerve to say such a thing.

Because if the plan goes smoothly, Blackstone Group can basically reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

On the contrary, they bear the greatest risks, but their only reward is money.

Actually, making money is no longer a big deal for Lu Liang. The reason he is still so diligent every day is that he has an unfulfilled ambition.

Is Wall Street really that important?
Can't a foreigner be conquered?
Just as plants wither in autumn, so too do people live only once. It would be truly tragic if we became mere tools for making money.

You can't die with only a string of numbers in your bank account that's longer than your ID card, can you?

Lu Liang felt it was inappropriate!
It's probably true that Lao Ma isn't interested in money, but we need to add the qualifier 'now' before that.

"The Bund Financial Summit..."

Lu Liang suddenly remembered the invitation on his desk. Just as he had expected, the organizers of the Shanghai Bund Financial Summit had extended an invitation to him.

"What?" Su Shimin was slightly stunned, and for a moment doubted that he had misheard.

We were having a good chat, how did it suddenly turn into some summit? That's such a clumsy attempt to change the subject.

"Nothing, I'm hanging up now. We'll see how things go."

After saying that, Lu Liang hung up on Su Shimin's phone without any regard for his feelings.

They came together only for mutual benefit, and if given the chance to betray Lu Liang, Su Shimin would not hesitate to do so.

The same goes for Lu Liang.

Meanwhile, JPMorgan Chase's investment department.

"BlackRock, Vanguard, Blackstone, Goldman Sachs, Citigroup... where is their money?"

JPMorgan has been steadfastly shorting gold, but their funds are not inexhaustible.

In just one hour, before dawn, Tianxing had mobilized at least 180 billion yuan. As the party shorting against the trend, they mobilized more than twice that amount.

The $374 billion in funds already accounts for 70% of JPMorgan's cash flow above the red line, which is also very close to his authority.

However, the reinforcements Wilson was hoping for failed to arrive, which gave him a bad feeling.

Like a stray dog, he shook his head, trying to shake off all the bad thoughts in his mind.

"The price level of $1700 has remained unbroken."

At this moment, someone shouted, his face showing panic, because he knew what it meant to be unable to break through after a long siege.

But why did things develop to this point? Tianxing wasn't deeply involved; instead, they were the ones who were deeply involved.

Just 12 hours ago, they were full of confidence, and some even planned how to use the project bonus.

The nine most powerful financial groups on Wall Street mobilized all their forces, led by an unprecedentedly powerful group at the peak of their history.

How could the entire situation have changed so dramatically in just one night, or to be precise, one hour, starting from when the RMB fell below 6.9?

He dared not think about what would happen if he lost.

Perhaps it's like being naked and unarmed, abandoned on the African savanna at the end of the dry season.

Alone, he faced jackals, hunting dogs, leopards, lion prides, and even wild boars that hadn't had enough to eat in a long time.

When a whale falls, all things are born.

Ten years ago it was Lehman Brothers, twenty years ago it was the East Asian countries, is it their turn now?
He subconsciously looked at Wilson with pity. If they lost this time, the worst-case scenario would be the layoff of the entire department. He would simply need to find a new job, which might take a year and a half.

But Camon Wilson, the mastermind behind this incident, is also the person most responsible, without exception.

It wasn't because of a sudden black swan event, purely due to human influence, that the company suffered huge losses.

He needs to give an explanation to the group's top management and the squid-based conglomerates that support him.

Suddenly, in the next second, Wilson became like a mad beast, his eyes seemingly radiating a bloodthirsty light.

He suddenly sprang into action, pinned his assistant to the table, held a pen to his eyes, and sternly said, "Open your eyes and look me in the eye."

The sudden crisis made him instinctively close his eyes, but upon hearing Wilson's words, he still dared not open them. He felt a stinging pain in his eyelids, and the pain was intensifying, causing tears to stream from his other eye.

"Camon, what do you want to do?"

His face was filled with fear, and although tears blurred his vision, the fierce glint in Wilson's eyes was still visible.

Adrenaline stimulated his cerebral cortex, reminding him of something he had witnessed many years ago, likely from a former colleague who was also Wilson's assistant.

He was found dead in his home one day. The police's initial report stated that he died of asphyxiation due to a drug overdose.

But on one occasion, he saw a detailed case report on Wilson's desk, which included photos of the scene.

That senior had obvious ligature marks on his neck, and several obvious cuts on his right eyelid from being scratched by a sharp object.

He was very familiar with that ligature mark, and he knew it was caused by someone pulling his tie tightly from behind.

He simply didn't want to recall that dark past, which is why it was intentionally forgotten until now.

Perhaps there are other hidden reasons behind the senior's death.

Wilson was very careful, like a skilled woodcarver drawing lines on his eyelids with a pen.

As he carved the cross, he whispered, "Darling, please don't look at me like that next time, okay?"

Seeing him nod, Wilson smiled, picked up a tissue to wipe the wound, and gently stroked the handsome face with his palm.

The commotion caught the attention of the traders. Wilson's expression suddenly changed, a smile playing on his lips, as if victory was assured.

He threw away the blood-stained tissue, rushed up to the platform, transformed into an accordion master, and excitedly shouted, "Cheer up, everyone! Victory is beckoning us!"

"According to reliable sources, Tianxing, who is our counterparty, doesn't have much money left. If we just hold on a little longer, we can wipe out their positions."

"At that time, luxury cars, beautiful women, and flowers will all belong to us."

"Mortgage, car loan, haggard housewife, screw them all."

Wilson knew he was acting strangely, but he hadn't completely lost his temper.

The outcome is uncertain, and anything is possible, provided they do not show signs of defeat.

Miracles will happen if you believe in the light.

"Fuck~"

He was a master at manipulating people's emotions, able to stir up the crowd's mood with just a few words and dispel the dull atmosphere.

Wilson stepped down from the stage, and his assistant simply applied a band-aid to his eyelid, stammering, "Kakamon, we have already used 70% of the group's cash flow. If we want to continue working against the other side, we may need your authorization."

Wilson nodded, took out his USB key, entered the password to verify his iris, and said softly, "Lal, you know I come from the slums, and sometimes I care a lot about what other people think. I'm sorry, I apologize for what just happened."

He's like a scumbag who commits domestic violence; he's as wicked as a demon beforehand, but as saintly as a saint afterward, with a face full of remorse, a sincere attitude, and a promise not to do it again.

Doug has already left him, and if Carl also harbors resentment towards him, he will lose both his right-hand man and his left-hand man, making it difficult to carry out the work ahead.

Upon hearing this, Karl remained silent.

The fear in his eyes subsided slightly, but he no longer dared to look Wilson in the eye when it came to reporting on his work.

He said cautiously, "Mr. BlackRock Walton, Mr. Pioneer Navigator Binger, and Mr. Blackstone Schwarzman have not been able to get through to us..."

The so-called Heavenly Alliance is as fragile as paper in the face of interests. It is no surprise that they have been abandoned or have already become the target of others' encirclement and hunting.

Wilson remained calm, pondered for a moment, and then dialed the numbers of State Street and HSBC executives: "I need you to take action."

With over 30 billion US dollars invested, there's no turning back unless he crushes Lu Liang and forces him to trigger the forced liquidation line.

This means a large number of long positions will be released, allowing them to exit the position; there is no other option.

This is a true all-or-nothing gamble; he will risk everything in this final battle. Either Lu Liang dies, or he dies.

"Where are Mr. Schwarzman and the others?"

The assistant couldn't help but worry, fearing that Wilson would lose, having already witnessed his ruthlessness.

If he really loses miserably,
Given his personality, he would definitely drag a few people down with him.

Wilson pondered for a moment, then decided to take a gamble: "Ignore them, they're too stupid to leave the game prematurely."

"They'll just help whoever wins."

　coming.

　　The night has no bounds, and the day has no end.

　　I want to change!!!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)