The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

The euro's sharp decline this month is not solely due to the European debt crisis.

Blackstone Group and the other two of Wall Street's top private equity funds are the real driving forces behind the euro's current state.

Stephen Schwarzman, head of Blackstone Group, said in a speech on Monday morning that they are watching the extent of the "psychological trauma" suffered by Europeans and waiting for the moment when sellers are "willing to sell assets".

On that day, the euro fell below $1.2000.

Panic quickly spread throughout the euro market.

It fell to a low of $1.1876 during the session.

345 Park Avenue, Blackstone Group headquarters.

In a private room, a group of people raise their glasses of red wine to celebrate this "Euro feast".

This is not the end, but the beginning.

The next few years will be the opportunity for large-scale bargain hunting and acquisition of industries in EU countries.

Standing at the window, looking down at the "ants" below, Schwarzman suddenly asked softly:

"I heard there's a young guy at Merrill Lynch who made a fortune this time?"

Instantly, the room fell silent.

"Yes, sir."

President and COO Tony James stepped forward and said:

"Based on our observations, the little mouse from last week should be him. He was very patient; I thought he was going to sneak away last Friday, but he held out until this morning, almost finishing the last bite."

Schwarzman swirled his wine glass: "It really is a greedy little mouse."

At this moment, the vice president in charge of Blackstone's hedge fund business said with a gloomy look, "If it weren't for the future planning, this little mouse wouldn't have been so lucky."

An unknown little mouse snatched a piece of fatty meat from his hand.

The key is that the opponent's timing and quantity were very well controlled.

It's not too much, not too little, it's not worth eating, and it's disgusting.

Ignoring his subordinates' complaints, Stephen Schwarzman turned to Tony James and asked, "James, what's your assessment of him?"

Tony James understood what the big boss meant, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Greed, obsession, madness—this is a sharp blade, but it can easily wound its master."

In other words, this kind of personality is not suitable for recruitment.

Schwarzman smiled and said nonchalantly, "Then let's observe further."

"The public sentiment is very volatile right now, why don't we push him out?" someone suggested.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all expressed their agreement.

At the last minute of the settlement, cheers erupted at Ron Company in the TEP Building.

Although it wasn't the optimal time to cash out, the total profit from selling in batches still exceeded 500 basis points.

A $2 million short position in spot euros yielded a total return of 80.58%.

Total net profit from spot euro trading: US$1.6116 million.

"What about options?"

Ron asked.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath at that moment.

Compared to spot trading, deep out-of-the-money euro options are the real big players.

Viktor looked at the string of numbers and felt dizzy, frantically calculating in his mind.

"Our average entry point was 1.3900, with a put depth out-of-the-money of 1.2200, and a take-profit point of... 1.1908, a fluctuation of 0.0201 points. The cost per contract was $225, and the intrinsic value..."

"Don't go into so much detail, just tell me the total net profit of the Euro options?" Ron was also getting a little impatient.

What time is it? Why are you still nitpicking the details?

"$8.374 million!"

"Total assets of Fund I: US$14.98 billion, including spot euros..."

boom--

This number struck like a thunderbolt, hitting the hearts of all traders in the trading room.

The "Fund No. 1" was established on May 27th, and it has only been eleven days since then.

The initial investment of $5 million skyrocketed to nearly $15 billion in just eleven days.

They had never even heard of it, let alone seen it.

Ron kept his word and immediately had Tony send him the account information.

The ten million dollar prize was transferred in less than ten minutes.

Hearing the cheers on the other end of the phone, Ron laughed and said, "Victor, remember what I said last time? If you come downstairs now, you'll see the surprise I have for you."

Viktor walked downstairs full of anticipation.

A young man in a suit walked towards you with a smile:

"Mr. Victor Thorne?"

Viktor nodded: "If you're not mistaken, this is me."

The young man waved behind him.

A tall, blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing a bright red slit dress, walked over, carrying a tray covered with a red cloth.

Behind him followed ten blonde women dressed in the same manner, arranged in two rows.

They're even about the same height.

The only difference might be that they were both holding an unidentified red cylindrical object.

Just as Victor was wondering what was going on, the blonde woman leading the group arrived.

At this moment, the young man next to him lifted the red cloth, revealing a car key shaped like a shield placed on a tray.

Viktor's pupils contracted slightly.

Suddenly, a unified voice rang in my ears:

"Dear Mr. Thorne, congratulations on becoming a distinguished Lamborghini owner! May the radiance of the Taurus shield illuminate your future career and love life!"

boom--

Two rows of ten blonde beauties held confetti cannons and sprayed countless colorful sparks above Victor's head.

Viktor's face immediately turned bright red.

It wasn't because I was excited, but because... it was so fucking embarrassing!

Passersby stopped to watch the scene, and colleagues who had rushed over also joined in the excitement.

At this moment, Victor desperately wished that this was just a dream.

Just then, my cell phone rang in my pocket.

It was Ron calling.

"Haha, Victor, do you like the gift I gave you?"

This was something Ron specifically asked the car dealership to customize in Chinatown according to his own ideas.

His mother said that in Chinese culture, this represents a beautiful blessing.

"To be honest, the way you give gifts is... so tacky."

Victor gritted his teeth, looked up at the white Lamborghini parked a few steps away, and then changed the subject, saying gratefully:

"But I really like the gift, thank you!"

Ron smiled smugly, "I knew you'd like it. I told you, we're very compatible."

Viktor turned to look at his colleague not far away.

Among them was his superior, Tony.

His eyes held a complex expression, yet he nodded slightly, as if in agreement.

Viktor said with a wry smile, "Looks like I have no choice."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Ron smiled broadly:

"Welcome to Hunter Capital, this will be the best decision you've ever made!"

"I hope so."

With such a big commotion, it will probably spread throughout Merrill Lynch very quickly.

One can imagine how Merrill Lynch executives will view themselves from now on.

Moreover, Victor has indeed been considering future developments these past few days.

Staying at Merrill Lynch is simply a matter of accumulating seniority.

If Tony takes a step forward, I might follow suit and take a step forward as well.

But that's where it ends.

In comparison, Hunter Capital's "No. 1 Hedge Fund" is still in its early stages, but Ron himself seems to be more than that.

At least, Viktor couldn't see through him.

Having witnessed Ron's rise to power firsthand, he had to admit that this might be the best opportunity he had ever had in his life.

Ron was in high spirits after gaining a valuable asset.

An additional million dollars was added to the original prize money.

In an instant, cheers erupted in the trading room.

CFO Sophia was quite helpless about her boss's impromptu decision.

Because that would disrupt her rhythm.

After a night of revelry, the sun rose as usual the next day.

Wall Street office workers walk into their offices with coffee in hand, then open the morning paper they bought downstairs.

"What?"

The newspaper's front page featured a news item that sent shockwaves through Wall Street.

From a legendary lucky one to a euro harvester!

Meanwhile, Ron had just arrived at the company that morning and hadn't even had breakfast when he learned of the news.

He yelled angrily at Tony on the other end of the phone, "Fuck! Where's the remaining $80 billion? Did Merrill Lynch steal it?!"

The newspaper not only reiterated how he gradually became a "lucky man of the century," but also named him by name.

All that's missing is his address and birth information.

Not only that, but he also wrote down in detail how to short the euro and every transaction in the twenty days before and after.

Even the number of points is accurate to several decimal places.

Even Ron himself doubted whether he had really earned $100 billion.

Because the timing of each buy and sell transaction recorded in the newspaper was almost exactly the same as his actual trading.

But he was well aware of his own situation.

He currently has just over $7.5 million in his personal account and less than $15 billion in his hedge funds.

All in all, it only adds up to a little over 20 billion US dollars.

Most importantly, this data is only available in Merrill Lynch's trading records.

There are no records of his transactions at JPMorgan Chase listed above.

Therefore, Ron has reason to suspect that Merrill Lynch leaked his information.

"Trust Merrill Lynch, this absolutely did not happen to us." Tony was also sweating profusely. "I assure you, Ron, Merrill Lynch will give you a satisfactory explanation."

If such a major incident is not handled properly, Merrill Lynch's reputation will suffer a severe blow.

After hanging up the phone, his first suspect was Victor.

But then I thought about it again and rejected the idea.

Because Victor had already accepted Ron's offer, he submitted his resignation that morning.

Immediately, Tony turned his gaze sharply to the temporary team trader who had participated in Ron's trade.

"Whoever it is, I hope they'll step forward voluntarily before I get back! Otherwise..."

He didn't finish speaking before heading off to report to higher-ups, his anger simmering.

But everyone knows that the consequences of this are very serious.