My 1999

#1220 - alpha

1184 Greenwich Street, New York Office of Hanhua.

Xu Liang put down the Wall Street Journal in his hand, picked up the Dahongpao tea next to him and took a sip.

The Hudson River outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflects the morning light, and the scent of cedar wood and tea are intertwined in the office.

His eyes rested on the real-time data of Facebook's open platform.

The news of Paulson Fund's $19.2 billion profit is spreading at a rate of tens of thousands times per minute.

The comments section has already exploded:

“Wall Street vultures suck the blood of the middle class!”

“Short selling is a market error correction mechanism. Paulson should not be stigmatized!”

“It is recommended that Congress pass legislation to impose a 90% windfall profit tax!”…

When seeing the comparison chart of "US$ 3.7 billion personal income = San Francisco's annual housing subsidy budget", Xu Liang tapped the mahogany table with his knuckles.

This wave of public opinion offensive was more fierce than he expected.

The phone vibrated with a new push notification: "From PayPal Godfather to Capital Butcher, Uncovering Peter Thiel's Double Life."

The accompanying picture was a photo of Thiel at the Silicon Valley Pride Parade last year, and the comment section was filled with insulting labels such as "gay capitalist" and "Silicon Valley Judas."

Just as he was about to dial, the caller ID showed Thiel's encrypted number.

"Xu, the Saudi sovereign fund just canceled its $2 billion subscription."

The other party's hoarse voice was full of fatigue. "I need you to make a statement of support as a GP."

"Of course, Hanhua will always stand with its strategic partners." Xu Liang turned the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, "But the in-depth report in The New Yorker..."

“That’s a picture of me at Burning Man in 2004! God knows how it got leaked!”

There was a sound of breaking glass in the receiver.

"Now 152 NGOs across the United States are protesting in front of the Thiel Foundation office building!"

"Calm down, Peter. Do you remember the memorandum of understanding on public opinion handling that we signed? Clause 3."

"Damn those terms! My private jet routes were published by protesters!"

Xu Liang walked to the bulletproof glass curtain wall, overlooking the crowd of demonstrators gathering like ants downstairs, and smiled and comforted them:

"Peter, calm down. I don't think we can let those guys behind us continue to be so arrogant."

Taking a deep breath, Peter Thiel said slowly.

"What do you want to do?"

"We have made so much money for them by holding an investor conference. If they don't want to miss the opportunity to continue making big money, they have to help us suppress public opinion."

There was a long silence on the phone. "Do you need to contact Paulson?"

"Of course, now we are all on the same page, and only by working together can we overcome the difficulties."

"I'll call him."

“Smart decision.”

After comforting her, Xu Liang hung up the phone.

He had just sat down and hadn't even finished a sip of hot tea when he saw a message pop up on his computer.

Don't Let That Chinese Run Away

Xu Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly clicked on the mouse:

“We can see this through several lists such as the fund yield rankings and fund manager income rankings published by Alpha magazine.

Far worse than 2004, 2005 and 2006.

During these three years, Pacific Fund's average return rate exceeded US$30 billion, and in 2006 it exceeded US$40 billion.

With the huge amount of funds obtained from the stock market, Golden Caesar made Hongmeng the world's number one Internet technology giant and made Taihua Group one of the world's largest integrated real estate and retail groups.

Kanghua Group has become one of the world's largest beverage and food companies, and has recently been actively acquiring the world's second largest beer giant, SABMiller.

Universal, Hynix, Seibu Group, Vivendi, Unocal, one after another world-renowned giants became his prey.

While it brought him huge wealth and power, it also brought huge tax revenue to China!

Is his behavior an attempt to short the United States?

Having enjoyed the financial freedom and convenience provided by the United States and making a huge amount of money to invest in China instead of the United States, Jin Caesar's behavior deserves collective reflection by the American people: Are we too generous? "

Balabala...

The article, which is several thousand words long, begins with Hanhua's fund that shorted subprime mortgages, and goes into detail about Xu Liang's global industries and the money he has earned over the years.

At the same time, it also revealed the industrial empire that Xu Liang had built in China, and finally concluded that America’s kindness needs to be rewarded!

After reading the article, Xu Liang was not angry.

This is just an inflammatory article that lacks detailed data support. It does not have much practical effect except to make the lower-class people happy.

What he is really worried about are those comments that are supported by detailed data, because this will make many powerful people develop unnecessary greed.

Ding-a-ling…

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Xu Liang glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button.

Helen's slightly hurried voice came over.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

"The comment function on your Facebook and Twitter accounts has been disabled, and they are full of bullshit attacking and insulting you."

"Thank you, Helen."

Helen felt relieved when she heard his calm tone.

"Dear, don't take the comments of those rubbish people too seriously. These racist bastards can only bark on the Internet.

If you're really angry, we can pick a few people and send them to jail."

"Haha, no need. It's not my first day in the United States. I've gotten used to it. If we really do this and make a big fuss about it, the guy behind the article will be the one who's really happy."

"My dear, I am so happy that you can remain calm. But we cannot just let this matter go. We must find and kill the conspirator."

"Don't worry about this matter. Please suppress the content targeting me on Facebook, and I will find a solution for other places."

"Um."

After asking about his son's condition again, Xu Liang hung up the phone.

——

"Mr. Xu, public opinion is getting more and more intense, there must be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames." Li Jinling continued, "However much money we make, our peers lose as much money.

Faced with questions from shareholders, investors and grassroots people, those people simply put the blame on us.

By diverting the trouble away, their stress can be relieved a lot and they can also vent their anger about losing money.

Kill two birds with one stone.”

Xu Liang smiled and said, "It's expected."

"Boss Xia and his team called just now and asked if we should postpone the operation since there is such a big commotion outside?"

Xu Liang waved his hand and said, "Tell Xia Changsheng, Lao Sun and the others to proceed as usual. America has its own national conditions. No matter how much the lower class makes trouble, it cannot shake the ideas of the upper class.

As long as we continue to make money for them, no one can touch us.

As for public opinion, it will soon disappear, so they don’t have to worry about it.”

Li Jinling nodded and said nothing more.

Having been with the big boss for many years, she would feel at ease whenever she saw him calm and composed.

"What time is it?"

"Another hour, two o'clock in the afternoon."

Xu Liang quickly stood up, changed his coat and walked outside.

The bodyguard team quickly followed.

The group quickly drove to 85 Wall Street.

Blankfein was concentrating on his work, and his bright head seemed to be coated with a layer of silver under the light.

Seeing Xu Liang coming as promised, Blankfein quickly stood up and asked him to sit down, and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Whiskey!"