The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

The next day.

A news item on the front page of The Wall Street Journal spread throughout the United States:

[From slum boy to billionaire in just three days—a legend reborn on Wall Street!]

Although Ron's name was not directly revealed, this information has been verified by multiple securities firms.

That day, the whole of America was talking about this lucky person.

"Is this some kind of absurdity? Just a week ago he was a good-for-nothing whom even his wife looked down on, and now he's a billionaire?"

"If being cheated on could make me a billionaire, I'd rather be cheated on a thousand times."

"Assuming you're a Texas country bumpkin."

"You son of a bitch, calling Texas a country bumpkin, do you dare to give me your address?"

"San Francisco Castro"

"Never mind, I didn't ask!"

Ron sat on the balcony of the presidential suite on the 26th floor of the Peninsula Hotel, sipping whiskey and browsing the stock exchange platform, awaiting Merrill Lynch's detailed calculations.

He upgraded his room to the presidential suite at noon.

15000 dollars.

This was almost two months' salary for Ron, but it was only enough for one night's stay here.

Opposite the main entrance of the room is a floor-to-ceiling window, with glass extending from the floor to the ceiling, offering panoramic views of the Rockefeller Center buildings, the canopy of Central Park, and the Hudson River.

The room's floor is made of limestone, but it makes a slight, aged creak when you step on it. This isn't because the floor is old, but because it was intentionally preserved.

The entire complex spans approximately 2100 square feet, including a living room and family room, a dining room for formal meals, a fully equipped study, and a marble bathroom with a whirlpool tub and separate shower.

The room's decor is a blend of classic and modern styles.

You can see the elegant lines and solid wood inlays that echo the exterior of the 1905 building, as well as experience the mood lighting system with one-button control and modern audiovisual technology.

Of course, service is the most important thing.

A butler on call 24/7, and a personal assistant to take care of everything.

The Peninsula Hotel offers "nothing is impossible" service to its presidential suite guests, ensuring that any reasonable request will be fulfilled.

For example, right now, Ron presses the call button in the room to summon the butler.

"My esteemed Mr. Hunter, how may I help you?" the personal butler asked respectfully.

Are there any good restaurants nearby that I can book?

Would you prefer French or Western food?

"Anything is fine."

"There's a modern American-French restaurant in Time Warner Center, helmed by legendary chef Thomas Keller. Their signature dishes, salmon tartare and oysters with tapioca pearls, are highly praised by celebrities. Would you like me to make a reservation for you?"

"Can you deliver it to my room?"

The butler nodded and smiled, "Of course, if you'd like. However, the taste might be a bit lacking."

"Then deliver it to the room. Order two portions; I'm having lunch here with a friend. Oh, and could you send a car to pick me up?"

Ron gave Robert's address, which the butler quickly wrote down.

Then Ron talked about the custom-made clothes.

I'd always heard how high-end this kind of personalized service was, and now that I had the chance, I naturally wanted to experience it for myself.

After the housekeeper left, my phone rang.

It was Victor calling: "Ron, I've sent you the earnings report. It's fine. Come to Merrill Lynch this afternoon to sign it."

Victor is an excellent stockbroker who almost always sells at the most opportune price.

According to this report:

French CAC40: €125 million principal, deeply out-of-the-money, cost per note €80, average selling price €3820.

The return on investment was 4675%, with a net profit of €5843.75 million.

German DAX30: €50 principal, deeply out-of-the-money, cost per share €300, average selling price €2200.

The return rate was 1733%, with a net profit of €866.32.

A position was established in the UK FTSE 100: €21 to GBP, deeply out-of-the-money, with a purchase cost of £70 and an average selling price of £5780.

The return rate was 8157%, with a net profit of €1712.94.

The total revenue was approximately 8603 million euros.

Converted to US dollars according to the exchange rate, it is approximately 1.1 million US dollars.

$250 million, $1.1 million in three days, an overall return of 44 times.

That's the allure of the financial market.

If you win, you'll become rich overnight.

He lost, and jumped off.

........

Robert never imagined that one day he would be riding in the Peninsula Hotel’s exclusive Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Then, accompanied respectfully by the hotel butler, I stepped into the private elevator.

Dreamy.

In the eyes of people like him who hustle at the bottom of society, this is a privilege reserved for social elites, politicians, and the super-rich.

Feeling apprehensive and reserved the whole way, I waited until the door opened.

When Ron smiled at him, Robert felt as if his old friend was different, perhaps because of the sunlight.

The person is still the same person.

With brown hair and black eyes, and a tall stature, his features possessed both the ruggedness of a Texan and the reserve of an Easterner. When he smiled, he revealed effeminate dimples that he both envied and resented.

But how to put it, there's something else that Robert can't quite put into words.

However, he quickly regained his senses and angrily punched Ron in the shoulder:

"Damn it, you really robbed a bank?! Why didn't you call me for such a good thing?!"

"I'm afraid you'll wet your pants in fright." Ron retorted with a punch of his own.

"Don't forget, back in school you slept with Jenny, and her dad came rushing over with a gun, and your pants were wet."

"Oh shit! That happened so many years ago, I was only eighteen." Robert closed his eyes in pain; it was a stain he could never erase from his life.

"Then your pants are wet too."

Ron said to the butler waiting at the door, "Justin, I'd like to have a small get-together with some friends. Could you please prepare lunch for me?"

The butler smiled warmly: "Yes, Mr. Hunter! Your lunch order will be delivered within five minutes. Would you like some red wine or the usual?"

As a qualified senior hotel butler, quickly understanding customer preferences is a basic professional quality.

"Red wine. I'm going to Merrill Lynch this afternoon. Oh, and pick a good one."

"no problem!"

The two enjoyed Michelin three-star cuisine and fine wines.

Whether it's good or not is another matter, but it's definitely expensive.

During the meal, Ron also took the opportunity to tell Robert about his investment experiences over the past period.

Of course, the ability to hear the "voice" of the future had to be concealed; he presented himself as a gambler who acted impulsively in a fit of rage.

Robert was speechless:

"Watfuck?"

"You mean, you used the $20 you borrowed from Old Man Hunter to make $250 million in the stock market?"

"And then, damn it, he used that $2.5 million to make $100 million?"

"This is impossible!!"

"Tell me, brother, did you go and seduce some rich old widow? There's nothing shameful about it. She was a beauty when she was young, just a bit older and shrewish now, and maybe a little perverted, but it doesn't matter, as long as Franklin is real."

Robert believes that a good friend must be desperate to take a shortcut.

Although he felt contempt for it, it was his good brother's choice, and he had to respect it.

Ron did not explain the misunderstanding with his good friend.

He simply went back to his room, took out a black card, and tossed it over:

"Look carefully, do you recognize it? If not, look it up on the computer."

Just now, a manager from Bank of America, the parent company of Merrill Lynch, came to visit.

This indicates that his bank credit rating has been upgraded to the highest level.

Not only do they enjoy top-notch private service, but they also receive a complimentary American Express Centurion Black Card.

With this card, even if the funds settled by Merrill Lynch arrive a few days late, Ron can still enjoy unlimited spending.

Robert had spent so many years in New York, and even if he hadn't seen a Centurion's Black Card in person, he knew what it meant.

However, he still didn't believe it, so he actually went to use the computer in the room to check.

After comparing and confirming that there were no errors, I couldn't help but sigh:

"Ron, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such a skill. How pleasurable must that old widow have to be to do that?!"

"Fuck!!" Ron said with a dark expression, his face full of black lines.

"I was planning to hire a Victoria's Secret model for you tonight, but now it seems..."

"I was wrong!" Robert knelt down quickly. "Ron, my beloved God, save the child! Little Robert needs your salvation!!"

The two playfully wrestled for a while.

After lunch, he held a glass of red wine and smoked a cigar.

Enjoy the life of the wealthy.

During their casual conversation, Robert said, "While Megan played a part in your becoming a billionaire, I still want to ask, Ron, what are you planning to do with that cheating couple?"

He didn't think Ron's ex-wife had anything to be forgiven for.

Even though it was unintentionally the other party who brought us together today.

Robert, who struggled his way up from the bottom, learned a lesson very early on:

Taking a step back won't lead to a brighter future; it will only encourage them to take an inch and then a mile.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

Ron, who had been relaxed and carefree, instantly transformed into a murderous figure: "Of course, they should receive the punishment they deserve!!"

"If you need my help, just say so. Even if you're a billionaire now, you still need some friends who aren't exactly respectable."

"I will."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Mr. Hunter, excuse me for interrupting your gathering with friends. This is Mr. Matthew Brooke from the law firm of Bowvis in New York. Mr. Brooke is one of New York's top civil litigators and a partner at Bowvis. I'm confident he can resolve your concerns!"

The hotel butlers stepped aside.

A middle-aged white man in his forties stepped forward and extended his hand enthusiastically:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hunter. To clarify, I am not only one of the top civil litigators in New York, but also one of the top lawyers in business matters."

No one can refuse an invitation from a billionaire, even for a simple divorce case.