After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 648 Quantification! It was really well hidden.
"Lu Liang, is he really gone?"

Time ticked by, and Doug dared not make any hasty judgments, so he could only turn to Wilson for help.

His intuition told him that Lu Liang had probably left, or at most he had left behind a small amount of cash.

But in the years I've followed Wilson, I've watched his empire rise, watched him host lavish banquets, and watched his empire crumble.

Wilson, who considered himself a top hunter, thought everything was under his control, but in reality, he was being led by the nose by Lu Liang, step by step heading towards an abyss of no return.

Doug doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

"It's highly likely that Tianxing's funds haven't left." Wilson glanced at Jamie, wanting to make one last attempt.

Although he lost this time, he dared to guarantee that no one on Wall Street knew Lu Liang better than him.

Lu Liang's appetite isn't that small, nor is his heart that big; it's impossible that he wouldn't seek revenge.

Jamie remained silent, awaiting Doug's decision. Doug asked in a deep voice, "What's the basis for your answer?"

“Intuition,” Wilson replied.

Doug scoffed, too lazy to argue with Wilson. If Wilson's intuition was correct, he wouldn't have risen to power.

Doug pondered for a moment, then made up his mind: "I won't wait any longer. I'll release a billion short positions and see how the market reacts."

This closing was Jamie's test for him, with a target loss of $190 billion. The less the loss, the higher the score.

As a billion dollars of short positions were released and began to be closed out, the price of gold in London broke through $1800.

"Damn it, we finally fell for it."

In the Tianxing Trading Room of Shanghai, Lu Liang, with a smile on his lips, rushed up to the platform, raised his glass with coffee instead of wine, and shouted: "Close the net, send them to their doom. A victory celebration banquet has been prepared for you."

"Yes, Mr. Lu!"

Liang Wenhui was filled with excitement. The Firefly No. 1 model, developed by Magic Cube, was finally about to take the international stage.

If we can achieve some success, it will be a small step for MagicCube and a giant leap for the development of AI technology in China.

Because the essence of quantitative analysis is the combination of AI algorithms, although it is currently used in the financial field, its application scenarios are not limited to finance.

For example, manufacturing, smart homes, healthcare, security, transportation, retail, education, entertainment and gaming, smart cities, environmental protection, and so on—there are too many to list, and the market unanimously considers them to be the next big trends.

Previously, the field of AI artificial intelligence was led by Western technology giants.

Liang Wenhui was indignant, believing that Magic Square Quant was merely a means to make money; what he truly wanted to do was change the world.

Meanwhile, in the JPMorgan trading room, Doug hadn't yet had time to implement his strategy of buying more and selling less to close out his positions.

The moment the price of gold in London broke through $1800, more than 300 long orders were generated in one second, further pushing up the price of gold in London.

With the continuous trading of small, large long orders, the price of gold in London skipped the process of rising from $1800 to $1810 and jumped directly to $1812.

Doug looked flustered, his earlier composure completely gone: "At this price, someone still dares to place orders at such a high price!"

After he took over the project, he started locking in his positions and going long. He eventually invested tens of billions of yuan and made several hundred million yuan.

After finally reducing a loss of $190 billion to only $182 billion, the unrealized loss suddenly exceeded $200 billion in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, the $200 billion unrealized loss continued to rise, quickly reaching $211 billion.

The sudden surge in prices drove the London gold bull market into a frenzy.

Countless retail investors shouted: "$1850, $1900, or even $2000 is not a dream. We can get rich overnight, right now!"

Emotions are the most irrational thing; once ignited, even a pile of shit can be sold for the price of gold.

A sense of fear crept into Doug's heart. He dared not turn around, afraid of seeing Jamie's disappointed or angry expression.

"I didn't expect Tianxing to keep up with the times and introduce a quantitative model."

Wilson was overwhelmed with mixed feelings; he knew he hadn't lost unjustly this time.

The price of gold in London has risen by more than $100, which is an extremely dramatic increase.

To dare to conduct quantitative trading at this price level, the cost price must be low enough.

Low cost, the ability to consume billions of dollars, and the audacity—currently, only Tianxing meets these three conditions in the market.

"You guessed it?" Jamie's face darkened, like a volcano about to erupt with molten lava.

In just a moment, another three billion dollars in losses were incurred, and judging by the trend, this is only the beginning.

This has exceeded his capacity to cope. If he doesn't come up with a good solution, his fate will probably be no better than Wilson's.

"I felt Lu Liang still had some trump cards up his sleeve, but I didn't expect it to be quantitative," Wilson said truthfully, without any intention of hiding anything. He couldn't help but feel a little smug; Lu Liang truly lived up to his reputation as the man he admired and couldn't forget, having mastered the art of war's deception to its fullest extent.

Because of the introduction of a quantitative model, Lu Liang was inherently invincible in this operation.

Even if you lost in the previous long-short hedging, as long as you have enough funds, you can hold on until the golden age arrives.

Through high-frequency quantitative trading, one can make up for previous losses and may even make a small profit.

Jamie paused for a moment, then sighed, "Is there any good way to make up for this shortfall before the annual report is released?"

He no longer expects to break even in the third and fourth quarters; he only hopes that next year's annual report will look better.

"Unless a miracle occurs."

Wilson looked at the transaction details on the big screen, where tens of millions of dollars in transactions were generated every second, and the price of gold was rising higher and higher during the transactions.

Unsurprisingly, Tianxing's large sums of money are hidden within these tens of millions of transactions per second.

"A miracle?!"

Jamie followed the gaze and looked thoughtful.

Thinking of an old saying from Dongda University, "The one who tied the knot must untie it," Lu Liang himself is a synonym for miracle.

He glanced at Doug, who was still doing useless work, and at Ral, who looked worried, and pondered for a moment before saying, "You have good taste. They are much prettier than you. Someone should like them."

“During this period, let them go to the island for you. I’ll give you a quarter of a year. Before the Q3 report, I need a feasible plan.”

He wanted to choose the best among the short ones. Doug had followed Wilson for so long and had been instrumental in informing on him, so he decided to give him a chance.

I just didn't expect that it wasn't that my teammates were bad, but that my opponents were too invincible; it would have been the same no matter who was in my shoes.

"Thank you." Wilson said earnestly, making a fist with his right hand, raising his thumb and placing it in front of his chest. He then bowed deeply, assuming a gesture of absolute loyalty.

Jamie said in a deep voice, "You still have a chance because you're still useful. Otherwise, you would have been abandoned by me just like you abandoned them."

"I know."

Wilson nodded solemnly, then pondered for a moment and asked, "I'd like to know the maximum amount of resources I can utilize?"

"That's your problem. I only have one expectation: that next year's financial report will be acceptable."

Upon hearing Jamie's words, Wilson understood immediately that there was no limit to the resources that could be used.

Even if it means sacrificing long-term benefits, he will bear the responsibility.

But he almost fell into hell, so why would he care about future strategic mistakes?

Meanwhile, in the Blackstone Fund trading room.

"Quantitative analysis! They really kept it well hidden."

Stephen Schwarzman suddenly laughed. When people are helpless, it seems that they have no other choice but to laugh.

Large institutions have fund monitoring and dedicated personnel for supervision, so they know that Tianxing Fund uses quantitative trading.

But retail investors and speculative funds are unaware of this; they only know that a golden age has arrived, and they remain silent, simply continuing to buy.

They are left with two choices on the surface, but in reality there is only one: follow the trend and go long, helping Tianxing to carry the sedan chair.

This brings us to Lu Liang's cleverness, because the second wave of the $1800 rally was caused by JPMorgan's attempt to close out short positions and Tianxing's sniping.

But Lu Liang wasn't greedy at all; he only wanted to target JPMorgan's short positions. This way, no one would take advantage of the retail investors and speculative funds who followed the second wave of the market rally.

JPMorgan has locked up at least $50 billion in funds, which Tianxing can't possibly handle, not to mention the retail investors and speculative funds that follow the trend.

The opportunity to make money was laid bare before them, and all they could do was help Tianxing cash out and leave with peace of mind.

Because Tianxing left, they now call the shots in this market. JPMorgan and other retail investors are like children's clay; they can mold it however they want.

"Camon, look at you, you bastard, what kind of things have you done?" Su Shimin sighed.

Lu Liang, who hoards food, isn't scary because he'll inevitably incur public wrath sooner or later. It's not impossible that the referee might step in one day.

But now he's introducing quantitative methods and knows how to offer concessions.

If there is another opportunity to encircle and suppress them in the future, some people may go through the motions but not put in the effort.

It's true that large Wall Street institutions have political motives, but institutions are institutions, and individuals are individuals.

Some fund managers, and even investment bank chairmen, only care about financial reports and whether they can hold onto their positions.

　Kobayashi remained silent, only continuing to update...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)