The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

Chapter 97 Terrifying Profits

On February 1st, Hunter Capital once again hosted a rave party.

Ron booked out New York's largest bar and invited thousands of popular singers and actors to accompany him.

On the same day, Hunter Capital's net asset value was announced: 295.

Total return in January was 45%.

Shareholders were equally ecstatic upon receiving the news.

Although Hunter Capital's net worth has long been closed to the public, it can't be hidden from those large institutions and investment banks.

When they learned of this net worth, there was an uproar.

"Fuck!! How much were Bridgewater's managed funds last year?"

$590 billion.

"What about JPMorgan Chase's hedge funds?"

$411 billion.

"I remember Paulson, who's in third place, is also worth $290 billion, right?"

"To be precise, it's $288 billion."

"OMG!! That's already over?"

"Fuck!!!"

It's normal for the Paulson Institute to have reached this point.

After all, the subprime crisis made them "legends" and raked in a staggering $200 billion.

But how did Hunter Capital manage to rake in over $90 billion in a single month?

We can't possibly eat up all the profits for the whole month, can we?

Upon learning of this possibility, everyone fell silent.

It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty that they'll all be eaten.

Otherwise, this profit amount cannot be explained.

Paul Singer, the man who previously claimed to be the "King of Bald Funds" and the one who claimed to be the burial place of gods, was now completely speechless.

This level of market manipulation is terrifying.

That's something no human could achieve.

Making an enemy of such a person would be a nightmare.

"I take back what I said before. If any of you are going to make any big moves in the future, you'd better give this person a heads-up beforehand."

This statement is widely accepted.

I used to think that Hunter Capital was a "newcomer".

Established institutions often have an inexplicable air of superiority.

But even they couldn't achieve that result.

Even George Soros couldn't do that.

Someone suddenly laughed when they thought of Soros.

"George, I remember you were fourth before, right?"

Soros's face immediately darkened.

The video was immediately taken down.

He felt he would be repeatedly whipped by these old guys for the rest of his life.

However, on the other hand, Soros would have to admit that he couldn't do it if he were in Soros's shoes.

Although the market was good last month, no one can guarantee that it will continue to do so.

The entire market is avoiding risk, but this one is sprinting with all his might.

Without absolute market acumen, no one would dare to do this.

Even if it exists, it shouldn't be played like this.

The larger the private equity firm, the more cautious it will be.

Soros's enduring success is based on this principle.

Sometimes it's better to earn less and reduce risk.

A moment later, Soros took out his phone and sent Ron a text message: "Congratulations!"

Less than a minute later, my phone beeped with a text message.

Soros opened it and his face, which had just calmed down a little, darkened again.

"Sorry, I pushed you down to fifth."

Ron tossed his phone aside after sending the text message.

Because Alexandra is back.

"Your waist seems thinner, but this part hasn't changed."

"You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Alexandra took out two specially made handcuffs and cuffed Ron's wrists to the headboard.

Then, under Ron's gaze, she unbuttoned her pajamas: "But you have the right to hire a lawyer."

Ron smiled, playing along with interest: "So, my lady of law enforcement, what price do I need to pay to hire you?"

Are you sure you want to hire me?

Alexandra retreated to the foot of the bed and slowly removed her lawyer's uniform.

The movements were slow, and the room was dimly lit.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Ron Jr. suddenly sprang into action.

Then, Alexandra climbed up from the foot of the bed.

"Do you really want it? Have you prepared the payment?"

She pressed her forehead against his and kissed him.

This is the first time I've felt this way.

Just as the bowling ball was about to reach her mouth, Alexandra suddenly stopped.

Under Ron's questioning gaze.

She slowly backed away.

In an instant, that ultimate feeling surged up.

Ron instinctively reached out to help.

But his hands were bound.

"Fuck!!"

Ron felt an itch.

"hiss"

I'm not happy, I'm extremely unhappy.

In particular, Alexandra sat on it and writhed wildly.

Bowling balls are dazzling, but I can never reach them.

"Untie it!!"

Ron's eyes glowed red.

Alexandra also felt something was missing, so she unhesitatingly unlocked her handcuffs.

Upon waking up, Alexandra habitually picked up her phone to check the time.

Seeing that it was already 9 a.m., I suddenly lost all sleepiness.

Oh my god!

She quickly sat up, threw off the covers, and prepared to wash up.

Then he stopped after taking only a couple of steps.

Suddenly, I realized that I had already finished filming.

I worked on three films in half a year, spending almost every day on set.

Even her vacation time was used to shoot promotional videos for GG.

This led to the formation of a conditioned reflex.

"Damn it!! They're even more savage than before."

Alexandra rubbed her messy hair, and the dull pain in certain parts of her body instantly reminded her where she was.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, she looked around the villa while wearing men's pajamas.

When they arrived at the second master bedroom on the second floor, they were surprised to find that there were still their clothes in the closet of one of the rooms.

Furthermore, the clothes didn't have any strange smell.

She asked the nanny in the hallway.

They learned that Ron had specifically instructed that the room be cleaned regularly and that the clothes be taken for regular care.

Alexandra's mood improved.

"Even though you're a jerk, why can't I bear to part with you?"

Alexandra's relationship with her parents was not actually that harmonious.

My mother is a lawyer who always speaks with precision and logic, and she always played the role of a strict mother throughout my upbringing.

My father was a counter-terrorism specialist in his early years and was always busy with work.

There is also a younger brother and a younger sister in the family.

This shaped Alexandra's independent personality from a young age.

Independence does not mean not needing a sense of security.

She longed for love and, even more so, for the feeling of being protected.

Ron's appearance, both in terms of age and his assertive personality, deeply attracted her.

And then there's that feeling of being protected.

Her figure and looks are her advantages, which also destined her to be coveted in the entertainment industry.

This is a lesson Alexandra learned during her eight years in the entertainment industry before she met Ron.

Even though those people knew her father was a prosecutor, it didn't change anything.

Until he met Ron, all the covetous glances vanished.

This was the first time Alexandra had truly felt that long-awaited sense of protection.

This feeling made her realize that even though she knew this man had many women, and that following him would lead nowhere.

Yet, she still resolutely threw herself into this man's arms immediately after the filming ended.

Maybe in three years, or maybe in five years.

If I were more mature, I might think my current decision was foolish.

But it doesn't matter, at least she's willing now.

The weather in New York was unusually sunny today.

After having breakfast, Ron leaned against the glass greenhouse in the top-floor attic, basking in the sun.

Soothing jazz music filled the air.

A delicate fragrance wafts into the air.

Then I felt an itchy sensation in my nose.

Ron tilted his head slightly and touched warm lips.

"Didn't have breakfast? The clothes will be delivered right away, and I'll go shopping with you later."

"it is good."

Alexandra spoke softly, and suddenly, like a little girl, she sat on him, pressed against his chest.

The two embraced in the greenhouse, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Ron spent the whole day with Alexandra.

They not only went shopping together, but also went to see a movie.

At dusk, Charles Koch called to say he was coming over for dinner and was on his way to the villa.

Ron had no choice but to rush home.

They learned that Charles had arrived and was in his study upstairs.

Ron first gave Alexandra some instructions, then asked the butler to make a cup of coffee.

As I entered, I saw Charles sitting on the sofa, holding a book in his hands.

Seeing Ron come in, he closed his book and said with a smile, "Sorry, Ron, if I weren't going back to Wichita tomorrow, I wouldn't have come so hastily to disturb your vacation."

"Charles, we're old friends, no need to be so polite. But I'm curious, what's the urgent matter that you wanted to see me about?"

Ron was quite familiar with these old money people and knew that they valued etiquette the most.

Old Qian considered this kind of unannounced visit to be very disrespectful.

Charles must have something on his mind to come over so quickly.

And it's not a small matter.

Charles nodded and got straight to the point: "Have you heard of Lockheed Martin and Thor?"

Ron recalled for a moment and said, "I don't know much about them, I only know that these two companies produce military aircraft and military equipment."

“It’s alright, you’ll understand soon enough.” Charles stepped forward and said seriously, “Right now, they want to be friends with you, specifically former Lockheed Martin CEO Norman Augustin and current Raytheon CEO William Swanson.”

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