The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

Throughout the weekend, social media in the financial world was abuzz with discussions about the confrontation between Ron and Soros.

Meanwhile, Ron, the central figure in this storm, drove to New York University to collect interest from Olsen.

A supercar worth over two million US dollars was ostentatiously parked next to the school gate, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Ron leaned against the hood of the car, a cigarette between his fingers as he puffed out smoke.

Many quick-witted girls took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and some even tried to take a photo with the sports car.

Ron didn't mind at all and generously let them take pictures, treating it as a way to pass the time.

At that moment, a figure walked out of the school gate.

It was late autumn in New York in October, and Elizabeth was wearing a soft, off-white V-neck knit cardigan over a simple white T-shirt.

She wore slim-fit washed blue jeans and classic brown suede ankle boots. Her chestnut hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, the ends of which were gently swayed by the autumn breeze.

Without any complicated accessories, a simple thin-strapped watch on the wrist is both elegant and bright.

Ron looked up, smiled, and waved to the girls around him: "Ladies, sorry, my girlfriend is here."

As he finished speaking, he opened his arms wide with a bright smile, looking at Elizabeth who was walking briskly towards him, his tone playful:

"My dear debtor, how long has it been since we last contacted each other? I thought you were planning to run away."

Elizabeth, who had been happily jogging forward, turned pale upon hearing this and immediately turned to walk back in a huff.

Ron reacted swiftly, stepping forward to pull the man firmly into his arms, chuckling softly:

"Trying to run? You think you can?"

"Let me go!" Elizabeth struggled fiercely, her cheeks flushed, both ashamed and angry. "This is a school, sir, please have some self-respect."

Ron chuckled and said, "You know this is a school, right? Should I yell that you owe me hundreds of millions?"

Elizabeth stared at him in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"

How can a person be so shameless?

"Seeing you drives me crazy."

Ron lowered his gaze and kissed her directly.

Elizabeth's pupils constricted, and she initially struggled and pushed desperately.

Gradually, her resistance dissipated, and she slowly closed her eyes, unconsciously raising her hand to wrap around his neck.

The two kissed passionately at the school gate, oblivious to everyone else, their ambiguous atmosphere spreading freely.

Elizabeth was beautiful, with an outstanding figure and temperament. She was always the center of attention on campus, with a constant stream of suitors.

Many boys who had a crush on her thought she had been wronged when they saw her being forcibly hugged.

He immediately rushed forward, hoping to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

Before they even got close, everyone froze in place.

No one expected that the usually aloof and proud goddess would reveal such a tender and gentle side.

The sound of hearts breaking echoed everywhere:

"Damn rich people."

Turns out, the goddess wasn't aloof; she was just aloof towards poor guys.

A Koenigsegg CCXR in matte crystal black drives along Fifth Avenue, its 8.4-liter twin-supercharged V8 engine roaring wildly.

The deep, powerful sound of the air currents was like the breathing of a giant beast.

The surrounding traffic instinctively swerved to the sides, and passersby stopped to watch and take pictures.

Ron, wearing sunglasses and holding the steering wheel with one hand, inquired about Elizabeth's situation.

Speaking of this, Elizabeth immediately became proud: "Have you read Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre?"

"Hmm." Ron raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "Don't tell me this is your next project?"

Elizabeth pursed her lips: "It's nothing really, I just passed the first round of auditions, there are still two more rounds to go."

"Come on!" Ron said, displeased. "Can I take that as you showing off to me, my Miss Oscar?"

"Hmm." Elizabeth mimicked Ron, a smile curving her lips, and began to recount what had happened.

This film was produced by Focus Features, a subsidiary of Universal Pictures.

The news had already spread throughout Hollywood.

This is Jane Eyre, a world-famous classic.

I heard they will also be collaborating with the BBC in the UK.

Independent films of this caliber are no longer selected based solely on fame.

Elizabeth had actually submitted her resume with the intention of giving it a try.

But I haven't received a reply yet.

So she was also puzzled when she suddenly received an interview invitation from Focus Features, a subsidiary of Universal Pictures.

To her surprise, she actually passed the preliminary test.

Ron nodded slightly and said regretfully, "I was thinking of trying to use my connections for you. You know, I do have a few connections."

"NO! You'd better not do that." Elizabeth carefully observed Ron's expression and only felt slightly relieved when she saw that he didn't seem to be faking it.

The audition invitation came so suddenly that it aroused her suspicion.

Aside from family, only Ron is a possibility.

"Alright." Ron shrugged. "To celebrate my Miss Oscar taking a big step closer to her dream, I've decided to dine somewhere else."

As they were talking, the car quickly turned around.

Then it drove onto Park Avenue.

Finally, we stopped downstairs at a French restaurant.

Ron liked Elizabeth's personality; she didn't have the spoiled and arrogant airs of a rich girl.

Yet it retains a strong artistic temperament.

A girl like this is worth Ron's time and effort to treat seriously.

Clouds and rain over Wushan.

Ron gently stroked the silky skin.

Elizabeth gently bit the man's chest: "Why did you force me to lend it?"

Ron toyed with the bowling ball and chuckled softly. "But you didn't refuse, and... you liked it, didn't you?"

Elizabeth fell silent for a moment.

Then he turned over and said, "Then I'll borrow some more. It's a safe period right now."

……

Time flies, and the relaxing and pleasant time soon came to an end.

Daylight Saving Time, Sundays at 17 p.m.

Gold and the euro fell immediately after the market opened.

A large number of short orders were dumped into the market.

In just half an hour, the euro fell below 1.4100, a drop of more than 0.5%.

Global short sellers took action, pushing the euro down to 1.4090.

Inside the Blackstone Group trading room.

Tomlinson stared at the screen, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly they turned white.

An hour later, the euro fell to 1.4073.

Half an hour later, the bulls seemed to sense danger and began selling off, causing the euro to fall to 1.4050.

Tomlinson looked anxious as he watched the short sellers gain momentum.

He wanted to issue the order several times, but he ultimately suppressed it.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

In less than a second, Tomlinson pressed the answer button.

"That's about it."

A huge long order was dumped into the euro market.

Everyone knows that the bulls have made their move.

Ron stood in the control room and shouted into the microphone:

"Press it down."

In an instant, the euro, which had just begun to rise, was forcibly pressed down.

Subsequently, three more large long orders flooded the market.

"Keep the pressure on."

……

How many long positions in gold and euros are left?

"One-tenth."

"Sell them all off to create the illusion that all long positions have been liquidated."

……

How many short positions are left?

"Futures contracts for euros account for less than 4%, spot contracts account for 5%, and gold accounts for 4%."

"Reserve 30% of your capital; use whatever amount you have left to sell."

They fought all day long, and now only two main forces remain to contend with each other.

There aren't many short sellers or long sellers left; it's just a matter of waiting for the winner to emerge.

Finally, at the market close at 5 p.m. on Monday.

Gold returned to Friday's closing price of $1365, while the euro rose slightly compared to Friday.

The short sellers are exhausted.

"It seems the outcome is already decided."

"With Soros and Blackstone making moves at the same time, I don't think there's much of a chance left."

"Pretty much. We're out of bullets. If we keep firing, we'll have to pay with our lives."

"It's no use risking your life. Let's wait and see tomorrow. I estimate the loss this time will be at least $10 billion."

"Young people are too arrogant. What king of the new and the old? It's just a farce."

"Those who rise too quickly and think they are invincible will only end up with one fate: they will return to where they came from."

"I understand. You can't expect someone who's gotten rich through luck without any systematic financial education to be humble."

"Therefore, I felt from the beginning that this duel was unnecessary and would only make us a laughing stock."

"Actually, without Blackstone, the outcome would have been unpredictable."

"Yes, it's been years since I've seen such a brilliant reflexive style of play. It's a pity that this incident in Ireland was too minor, otherwise Soros would have had to avoid it."

This was the first time Ron had displayed his strength. He seized the opportunity presented by Ireland's minor fiscal deficit crisis and unleashed a powerful and overwhelming force.

If Soros hadn't intervened, it's hard to say who would have won or lost if Blackstone Group had been the only entity involved.

Of course, many people don't think so:

"What do you mean by 'the incident is too small'? In the end, it's all just his arrogance."

"Blackstone can bring in allies, so why doesn't Hunter Capital have any?"

This sparked another argument on social media.

……

Tomlinson, beaming with excitement, grabbed the phone and dialed back: "George, the rat has finally been caught!"

According to his estimate, Ron used at least $30 billion of his own capital this time.

With such a huge amount of money, even if the position is liquidated tomorrow, it would still be enough to cut a large chunk of the profit.

Soros on the other end of the phone showed no joy; he said calmly:

"As planned, we'll wrap things up tomorrow."

"it is good."

Beep beep—Soros hung up the phone immediately and turned to look at his deputy:

"Do hedging first at the opening."

The deputy asked, puzzled, "Sir?"

Given the current favorable situation, hedging at this moment is tantamount to surrendering.

Soros did not explain; decades of experience told him that the matter was not so simple.

"Is it really over?"

Just to be on the safe side, it's best to take precautions in advance.

Meanwhile, Hunter Capital was shrouded in gloom.

Everyone in the trading room looked dejected.

This is the first time Hunter Capital has suffered such a huge loss.

A trader slammed his fist on the table: "Damn Blackstone!!!"

The other traders were also furious.

The situation was clearly very favorable, but it wouldn't have turned out this way if Blackstone hadn't made a huge bet.

Viktor ignored him; only he knew exactly how many bullets his boss had left.

What puzzled him was, why not launch an attack?

The bearish trend has now been broken, and the bullish trend has restarted, and it's a major trend. Even if there's a complete sell-off tomorrow, it won't help.

However, thinking about how this man had always created legends, Victor looked towards the control room with some anticipation.

Ron felt more relaxed than ever before. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his coffee, gazing at the sunset over the coastline.

Blackstone has invested at least $50 billion this time, and Soros conservatively estimates it will be no less than $30 billion.

With two big fish heavily invested, all his planning over the years, including his show-off and feigned death, was worthwhile.

The next day.

At 7 a.m. Eastern Time, a news item about the University of Tokyo became a trending topic worldwide.

The People's Bank of China announced a 25 basis point interest rate hike...

The global financial markets were immediately thrown into turmoil.

"What?"

"Fuck you!!!"

"A black swan is coming! Run! Run!!"

Almost instantly, all the short sellers entered the market.

Within ten minutes of the news breaking, gold and the euro plummeted by more than 1%.

Ron's lips curled into a smile, and melodious music filled the control room.

Hearing the employees' calls coming through the microphone, he said calmly:

"Go, Viktor, don't hold back, this is your battlefield! I have only one request..."

"Suffocate them all!!"