The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

"My God!!! This is unbelievable! Ron, are you Lady Luck's illegitimate son?!"

If the first time was luck, and the second time was just a fluke, then what about the third time?

Even Tony, a manager at Merrill Lynch, fell silent when he learned of Germany's ban and the euro's plunge.

It plummeted 0.0264 points in one day, a drop of 2.126%, yielding a return of 275% and a profit of $1.375 million.

The account balance is $2.375 million.

From opening the position to closing it, the principal more than doubled in one day.

Tony remained silent, indicating that he was truly envious.

"Don't rush to say that. I feel the EU won't sit idly by, and the market is very likely to rise."

Ron was too tired.

I played bowling for an hour last night and stayed up all night; I haven't slept a wink yet.

At that moment, the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

A strong wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he forced himself to speak quickly:

"Victor, use the remaining $50 million to buy euro call options."

Although the account balance is over 2 million, this is for options, and the settlement of over 1.8 million will not happen until tomorrow.

"Now? Shouldn't we wait a bit longer?" Victor didn't think now was a good time to buy.

Without any major positive news, it's simply impossible for prices to rise.

"NO, execute now, a deep call option with a strike price of 1.2400."

Deep out-of-the-money call options have extremely low unit prices, yet they leverage a much larger notional amount of capital.

Furthermore, the market is currently in a state of panic due to the sharp drop in the euro, making call options easily absorbed.

"no problem."

Victor shrugged and, after receiving authorization, began helping to build a position by buying in.

Neither Victor nor Tony could tell whether Ron was relying on luck or deliberately pretending to be a novice.

But none of that matters. What matters is that he made money.

If they can make a profit this time, they will re-evaluate Ron.

Unlike yesterday, trading volume in the market is particularly high now.

The last transaction was completed in less than 6 hours.

"That's all for now, Viktor. Could you keep an eye on things for me for a bit? I'm going to sleep now."

Ron hung up the phone and walked out of the study looking exhausted.

"Ron, darling, are you alright?!"

Alexandra saw the study door open and quickly went to greet it.

She didn't leave the house all day.

When she woke up in the morning and saw that Ron hadn't slept all night and was going to keep watch, she decided not to go out today.

It turns out that being a billionaire isn't as easy as you might imagine.

To avoid disturbing Ron's work, she always tiptoed in when delivering coffee.

She even turned down the job of hiring a housekeeper.

Ron waved his hand: "It's nothing, I'm just too sleepy. You don't need to prepare dinner for me, I'll go to bed after I take a shower."

As you get to thirty, your energy levels aren't what they used to be, and you start to feel the strain.

He felt that after this wave of market activity was over, he needed to exercise and take care of himself properly.

Otherwise, if this continues for a long time, my health will definitely collapse.

When I woke up, it was already four o'clock the next morning.

Ron left the room alone without waking Alexandra.

I took out some ice water from the refrigerator and drank a few mouthfuls.

Then I poured myself a glass of whiskey, went to the study, turned on the computer, and logged into my account.

As he had imagined, the euro foreign exchange market had begun to show a gradual upward trend.

Ron browsed the stock trading platform again.

"Damn it, the Germans still haven't changed their old ways and still like to use blitzkrieg."

"I panic whenever I hear the word 'lightning.' The US stock market was struck by lightning, and now Germany has too. Mom, I need to come see you sooner!"

"I'm fine, I didn't go this time."

"You got hammered by the US stock market, are you proud of that?"

"So what if I'm proud? Dare to give me your address?"

"San Francisco Castro"

"It's you again?"

"It's you again? This must be fate, how about we make a date?"

"...Fuck this shitty fate, die, you gay!"

Ron chuckled; this stock trading platform was quite fun.

There are all kinds of people.

Ron promptly reported the gay guy, then continued browsing.

"Stop arguing, everyone. I've received news that the EU seems to be planning to intervene in the foreign exchange market."

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty. German Chancellor Merkel has already given a speech; please click the live stream link below..."

"Fuck this, what kind of porn site is this? My computer almost crashed! Report it, report it!!"

"Sorry! I just fired a shot, my hand slipped, and I clicked the wrong button. This time I promise it's real!"

"Hey upstairs, shooting alone must be so boring, wanna hang out?"

"Fuck you, you deadbeat gay!!"

"Stop arguing, Eurogroup President Juncker has also given a speech."

"I saw it too, but I didn't understand what it meant. Just one sentence, 'very worried about the speed at which the euro exchange rate is deteriorating,' these damn politicians, couldn't they have been clearer?"

"Who cares what it means, just do it! I feel the euro is going to surge! Charge! Bombard London!!"

The rest of the forum was filled with news about EU intervention in the foreign exchange market.

In his study, Ron sipped his coffee and couldn't help but think of the "false testimony" specifically marked in that message.

Based on his exploration of this "precognition" ability, he never used useless words to describe it.

The fact that it's specifically marked means there must be a problem here.

"So, the false rumors about the EU intervening in the foreign exchange market will definitely be debunked?"

"The 21st? Or the end of the month?"

At 7:30 a.m., Ron ran several kilometers on Park Avenue.

When she returned, Alexandra had already prepared breakfast.

White truffle scrambled eggs, Norwegian smoked salmon, gluten-free toast, and freshly ground coffee.

Ron ate his breakfast while flipping through The Wall Street Journal and The New York Times.

Alexandra took a sip of her coffee. "Honey, are you working today?"

"Yes."

"Fine then!" Alexandra stirred her coffee sullenly.

Ron looked up and chuckled, "Alex, you don't have to accommodate me. I'll be very busy these next few days. If you're bored, you can go shopping with your friends."

He quite liked the girl, even though she was very clingy.

But it also allowed him to rediscover some of the feelings he had when he was young in her.

Of course, the most important thing is that this girl is both sweet and charming.

She can switch between innocent and sexy at will.

"NO!" Alexandra leaned her head on Ron's shoulder, pouting, and said, "They're all working, and I'm the only one who looks like I'm free."

Ron, eating his white truffle scrambled eggs, said, "Sounds like something to celebrate."

Alexandra chuckled, lazily wrapping her arm around Ron's neck, and playfully asked, "So, my dear wealthy gentleman, could you give me a job?"

"Of course!" Ron tilted his head slightly, feigning deep thought.

"I've got it. From what I understand, wealthy families all have a nanny. If you..."

"NO!" Alexandra cut off Ron's next words, her face, which couldn't suppress its laughter, deliberately feigning anger, making her look quite comical.

"My dear tycoon, I can be your teacher, doctor, or secret agent, but I can never be your nanny."

"Actually, it's possible. I'm really looking forward to it. I believe you'll look beautiful in a nanny's uniform."

Alexandra raised an eyebrow, quickly getting into character.

Her slender fingers hooked Ron's chin, her red lips parted slightly: "But, my dear boss, I only have one apron!"

Ron's eyes lit up: "So when do you plan to start working?"

"Dear boss, you're the one in charge!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Today we'll show you how a wicked capitalist treats his employees."