Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

Perhaps it was the change in his status and power that made Henry feel disdainful as he looked at the extravagant lifestyle he had longed for but could never have in his previous life.

He scoffed inwardly, "Barbaric, low-class, and boring gambling."

He briefly greeted Bruce and Jerry, then turned and boarded his private jet to New York.

It was a little past 1 a.m. in the Chihuahua Desert of Mexico. The night was dark, the stars were twinkling, and the entire desert was exceptionally quiet under the moonlight. Only the roar of airplane engines broke the silence.

Because the Boeing 747 he ordered has not yet been completed, Henry will have to travel on his mother's private jet for the time being.

This is a luxuriously modified McDonnell Douglas DC-9-30 aircraft, which was once the family's mode of transportation when the parents were still married.

Now that Gloria has ended her travels and settled in California, Henry, who is busy starting his business, has taken over the use of the plane.

Once on the plane, Henry lay down on the soft leather seat and adjusted it to a comfortable, flat position.

The flight attendant thoughtfully covered him with a soft cashmere blanket and handed him a fluffy down pillow.

Henry closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep amidst the slight turbulence of the plane. He briefly woke up a few times during the flight, but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. It wasn't until the flight attendant's gentle voice woke him up completely just as the plane was about to land.

After a flight of about 10 hours, the plane slowly landed on the exclusive helipad of the estate in the heart of the Gold Coast of Long Island, New York.

At this time, it was about 10 a.m. local time in New York, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was a clear blue.

On the tarmac, a row of servants in crisp black uniforms were already waiting, standing ramrod straight with respectful expressions.

The head butler quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and handed over a warm towel with both hands, saying, "Welcome home, Master Henry. You must be tired from your journey."

Henry took the towel and casually wiped his hands.

The long journey had left him looking a little tired, but his eyes remained sharp.

As soon as Henry stepped off the tarmac, he spotted his third sister, Catherine, standing next to the extended black Rolls-Royce Phantom with her signature smile on her face.

She, who used to be quirky and mischievous, seemed like a completely different person today.

The fitted navy blue business suit, with its delicate dark pattern, accentuated her elegance and perfectly outlined her slender waist and long legs.

Her hair was neatly tied into a low ponytail, with a few wisps of hair falling beside her fair cheeks, which added a touch of refinement.

His deep blue eyes were full of intelligence and confidence, and beneath his high nose bridge, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a friendly smile.

Her fair and delicate skin, and the noble air she exuded in every gesture, made her look exactly like a princess from an old European or American family.

It was obvious that she had come specifically to wait for Henry.

"You're finally back!"

As Catherine spoke, she pulled Henry toward the car, "I've been so busy these past few months keeping an eye on the silver market for you that I've even missed several dates with my boyfriend. You'd better make it up to me."

She half-jokingly, half-seriously reached out her hand and asked Henry for a kickback.

The two got into the car, which slowly started and drove toward the Empire State Building.

Henry laughed and slapped her hand away, teasing, "Come on, you say you're too busy to keep up? You haven't been home for so long, but you've spent a lot of time with your boyfriend."

Don't think I don't know; you're only doing this so carefree by using the pretense of keeping an eye on the silver market for me.

A hint of unease flashed across Catherine's face, and she immediately retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm dedicated to my work."

Besides, what's wrong with me going on dates? I need to have my own life too.

Although she said that, she couldn't help but laugh. "But don't tell Mom, or she'll nag me again."

Henry shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm not that free."

Seriously though, what's been going on in the silver market these past few months?

Catherine sat up straight, her expression becoming serious.

"From March to August, silver prices were relatively stable at the beginning."

She said, "But once July came, prices started to skyrocket."

The Iranian Revolution and the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan heightened international tensions, leading to a frenzy of buying safe-haven assets and a sudden surge in demand for silver.

In July, spot silver prices surged from $5.82 per ounce to $11.45, and daily trading volume for COMEX futures contracts exceeded 1.2 million ounces, three times that of the same period last year.

Henry nodded slightly, a hint of relaxation flashing in his eyes: "Just as I knew."

"What about the Hunter family? They've been making quite a few moves, haven't they?"

"That's right."

Catherine quickly spread the gold-embossed folder on the walnut table in the Rolls-Royce. "The Hunt family holds 1.92 million ounces of silver futures through 32 offshore accounts, accounting for 37% of the total global holdings."

Even more dangerous," she pulled out confidential documents from Credit Suisse, "they used silver as collateral to obtain a $15 billion revolving credit facility in the City of London."

Henry pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, "The bigger the bubble, the more dangerous it is when it bursts."

We must remain calm and not let the market frenzy cloud our judgment.

How are things going with Julian's operations in Chicago?

"It went fairly smoothly, thanks to me."

Catherine confidently raised her chin. "Julian and his team strictly followed the plan and set up 12 brokerage accounts through the Cayman Islands SPV company 'Silver Crusade' at the end of March. Each account was linked to a different offshore bank, such as the Bahamas, Luxembourg, and Liechtenstein."

Using the 'bee colony algorithm', the daily trading volume is controlled to not exceed 0.3% of the average daily trading volume of COMEX, which is about 150 million ounces;

They also operated simultaneously on exchanges in Chicago, London, and Hong Kong, using time differences to evade monitoring of large transactions.

Midway through, Julian's whereabouts were leaked by a former colleague of Kidd Peabody, and the company nearly faced a price-cutting scheme by market makers.

At the critical moment, it was my "smokescreen strategy" that allowed me to spread false information in the Wall Street Journal that Julian had switched to the copper market, thus saving him from danger.

As Catherine spoke, she pulled out a series of documents and charts and continued her report in a clear and organized manner: "When silver broke through $7 on April 12 due to the Iranian revolution, we bought 20000 lots of put options with a strike price of $6.50 and a premium of $0.15 per ounce."

Simultaneously, sell 30000 call options with a strike price of $8 and a premium of $0.25 per ounce to construct a "gamma-neutral" portfolio, earning $18 in time value daily through dynamic hedging.

Later, the Hunt family suddenly increased their holdings by 5000 million ounces, triggering a margin call, which our team handled perfectly.