The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

It was a joke, originally meant to flirt and add to the fun.

But it made Taylor Swift truly realize how vulnerable Daisy was when faced with Gatsby's extreme luxury, and how easily she became intoxicated by it.

Taylor used to think Daisy was a vain woman.

This type of woman's love is built on a luxurious lifestyle.

They don't deserve love, much less Gatsby's love.

But now, Taylor feels she was being superficial.

He was still in New York in the morning, but by noon he had taken a private jet to San Francisco and checked into the world's most luxurious presidential suite.

Then in the afternoon, they took a luxury yacht to enjoy sunbathing in San Francisco Bay.

She thought that was about it.

But before nightfall, five of the world's top fashion designers brought the finest fabrics and stood before her to tailor-make the clothes she would wear next.

Jewelry ranging in value from tens of thousands to millions of dollars was displayed in front of her, allowing her to choose freely.

She simply said that she didn't want to ride in a business van, as it was a bit stuffy.

Subsequently, three top-of-the-line sports cars in different colors appeared in the hotel's private parking lot.

They were just going to bars in their sports cars at dusk, something Taylor used to do all the time.

But at this moment, it feels exceptionally different.

She took off her sunglasses and hat, her long golden hair flying wildly in the wind.

A blue Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport was parked in front of the bar.

A reporter recognized Taylor and quickly raised his camera.

Surrounded by envious glances and camera flashes, Taylor nestled in Gatsby's arms as if she had found a treasure, as if declaring her love to the whole world.

She's seen rich people before, and she's earned quite a bit herself over the past few years.

Moreover, his father is a well-known financial advisor in the financial industry.

Yet, they were still blinded by this luxury.

At that moment, she truly felt like she was Daisy.

Daisy, whom Gatsby treasured.

Ron gave Simon a wink, indicating that he would allow the story to be published, but it would be best if Simon's face wasn't shown.

In the bar, Taylor wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, her eyes glazed, and said:

"My Mr. Gatsby, you're going to spoil me rotten, won't you give me whatever I want?"

Ron put his arm around her shapely waist and teased, "I have a friend who's always wanted to immigrate to Mars and is working towards that goal. If you'd like..."

"NO!" Taylor laughed, her brows furrowing. "Earth is perfect enough. I don't want to go to Mars. I suggest you cut ties with that friend. I'm worried he might secretly send you to Mars one day."

After laughing, Taylor pressed her face against Ron's chest and suddenly said with a touch of sadness:

"My Mr. Gatsby, I am Daisy now, but I will wake up one day and be Taylor again."

"Let's freeze this moment in time."

"Hmm?" Taylor looked up with a puzzled expression.

Ron smiled and said, "In my eyes, you are Daisy. Life is short, but Daisy can be eternal, just like Audrey Hepburn who will live forever in people's hearts."

"You mean..." Taylor's eyes lit up, "I'll play Daisy."

Then, she asked expectantly, "Would you play Gatsby?"

"As long as you're willing."

"Kiss me! Take me away! My Mr. Gatsby!"

Taylor knew perfectly well that this was just a fantasy fabricated by the man, like the sweet words "I will always love you".

But at this moment, she couldn't help but be moved.

This kind of romance that touches the soul, even if it's only fleeting, is enough to make one intoxicated.

……

Because of Taylor, news of Ron's arrival in San Francisco still got out.

Even if it's just a candid shot of his profile, people who know him will recognize him at a glance.

The two shareholders of Fund 2, Eric Schmidt, the current CEO of Google, and Pierre Omidyar, the founder of eBay, extended invitations immediately.

Then the general manager of the Fairmont San Francisco Hotel paid a personal visit.

Upon receiving the news, Musk immediately ended his honeymoon and rushed back to San Francisco.

Ron spent three days with Taylor in San Francisco before accepting their invitation.

That night, Ron arrived at Eric Schmidt's private estate.

Among those attending the dinner were Apple's current CEO Steve Jobs, Cisco's John Chambers, HP's new president Leo Apocryk, Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, and more than a dozen other Silicon Valley internet giants.

The arrival of these people not only reflects Eric Schmidt's network of connections, but also indirectly illustrates the status of the $100 billion hedge fund manager in their eyes.

You may not need him, but you must not offend him.

Energy giant Enron is the best example.

The stock price plummeted from its peak to 30 cents.

Keep in mind, that was in 2001.

A giant company with a market value of $800 billion was driven into bankruptcy by Wall Street short sellers.

How many internet giants in Silicon Valley could compare to Enron at that time?

At the time, Chanos, the leader of the short sellers, only used $60 billion.

Ron now manages a multi-billion dollar hedge fund, and his legendary track record is, in the eyes of these internet moguls, no less impressive than that of Chanos in his prime.

Even Oracle's CEO Larry Ellison, whose company has a market capitalization of hundreds of billions of dollars, sent representatives here even though he wasn't in Silicon Valley.

Despite having worked in the international market for a long time, Ron has had almost no outstanding achievements since being used as a pawn the first time.

But it is precisely this kind of unseen record that is even more chilling.

It's worth noting that just four months ago, Hunter Capital's hedge fund had an initial size of only $5 million.

From $5 million to $100 billion.

Aside from financial reports, there is absolutely no information about his operations on the international stage.

He was like a giant crocodile in the deep sea; the surface appeared calm, but in reality, it was already littered with corpses.

One can imagine how many companies could withstand being devoured by this giant crocodile once it sets its sights on them.

Even more frightening is that this behemoth will attract the bloodthirsty short sellers on Wall Street.

This is why Eric Schmidt, CEO of Google, one of the five major internet giants in Silicon Valley with a market value of hundreds of billions of dollars, immediately went to New York after learning that he had become a shareholder of Hunter Capital Fund 2.

This time, they even went so far as to swallow their pride and invite numerous CEOs of multi-billion dollar companies to attend.

In Eric's view, Ron was someone who could only be a friend, and always could only be a friend.

Taylor's heart was also churning at this moment.

Even if she's ignorant and naive, she's still managed to survive for five years.

Putting aside other things, she does know about Apple, Yahoo, Facebook, and Amazon.

Seeing how these CEOs of internet giants treated this man, Taylor finally realized why her father had always emphasized the need for her to be careful.

This isn't Gatsby, it's a supercharged version of Gatsby.

"My Mr. Gatsby, if I weren't Daisy, would you blacklist me?"

Taylor started to worry foolishly.

"Do you really think Gatsby would personally destroy Daisy?"

Ron knew Taylor was a stamp collector, and he also wanted to see what kind of song she would write to commemorate the breakup.

Before this, Ron wouldn't have minded playing Gatsby.

Treat her like Daisy, and give her an unforgettable memory with the ultimate luxury.

For example, ask which Hollywood film studios are planning to remake "The Great Gatsby".

If the lineup is good, he wouldn't mind investing tens of millions of dollars.

Since it's a dream, Ron will make it more real.

In the hotel late at night, Taylor learned that her Gatsby was going to invest tens of millions of dollars in making a movie about her, and she was so excited that she was incoherent:

"This is insane! I've never acted before. I thought you were joking. What am I going to do, my Gatsby? I think I've really, really fallen in love with you."

Ron rested his hands on the pillow, gazing at her with a smile: "I've already given away over a billion these past few days, so a few tens of millions won't make a difference."

Taylor understood instantly, and she licked her lips: "But it's all wasted."

"Hmm?" Ron looked on with interest.

"Next..." Taylor's smile was radiant, her ample waist slowly sagging down, "I want to keep it all."