The Son of Finance of the Great Age Chapter 105

  Chapter 105 Why Quantum Fund?

  The news of the international consortium shorting the British pound was originally highly confidential, and the spread was limited to hedge funds and corresponding investors, and even the opponents in the industry did not know about it.

  No one wants to stand on the opposite side of a country's central bank, especially in the face of an old capitalist country like the United Kingdom.

It's just that Gianni Agnelli, the head of the Italian Fiat Group that invested in Quantum Fund, accidentally told reporters in October that his investment in Quantum Fund has earned more profit in the past half a year than he did in the past six months. Profits from stakes in car companies are a treasure trove for journalists in the UK. On October 24th, the British "Daily Mail" broke the report that Soros had earned more than one billion dollars in profits from the depreciation of the pound, and then reporters surrounded Soros' residence in London, Soros happened to be there.

  Finally, Soros accepted an interview with The Times. In the interview, Soros described the attack on the pound in detail as a market speculator, which is to some extent exactly what he wanted. Benefiting from the extremely exaggerated profits, Quantum Fund's management scale expanded to 8 billion US dollars in the second year, a full 60% increase from the previous year.

What is not known is that after learning the experience of news leaks, Soros issued a hush-hush order to the fund's investors, making his gains in the subsequent attack on the European exchange rate system little known. On the attack on the Swedish krona in September, Soros once again made a billion-dollar gain.

In addition to Quantum Fund, Bruce Cavanagh and Paul Johns, the founders of commodity companies, have also made more than half a billion dollars in income on the British pound, while large commercial banks such as Bank of America, JP Morgan and Chemical Bank, because of Occupy a huge position in foreign exchange trading, and also get a huge amount of profit.

  The institutions that profit from attacks on lira, peseta and other currencies will always be a mystery, including Tiger Fund, and the income is unknown to outsiders.

  The storm in the European exchange rate system is far from over.

  However, Zhongshi has already done arbitrage of off-exchange options in the relevant market, and it is only a matter of time before he obtains relevant benefits.

  After bidding farewell to Zhong Xiaohui, Zhong Shi got on the bus to Nandu. Zhong Fangzhuo told him that his little aunt was given to a family named Wu in Nandu back then. He was alone, with his travel documents, a little RMB temporarily exchanged, dozens of foreign exchange certificates, and several debit cards issued by the Bank of China, and he just set off on the road.

  Originally, Land Rover wanted to send someone to follow him, but Zhong Shi thought about it carefully and felt that he should not be too high-profile when he returned to the mainland this time, and he was here to find someone this time, so it is not appropriate to publicize it, so he did not agree. In addition, he has traveled a lot in the past few years, and has never encountered any danger. Now the domestic security is still somewhat guaranteed, so Lu Rover reluctantly agreed.

  As the capital of the previous regime, Nandu has had businessmen from Yizhou in recent years. On this trip, Zhongshi met a few people with accents that were obviously from Yizhou.

Sitting next to Zhong Shi was a tall and burly young man in his twenties, very handsome, but a little arrogant, always looking at people with his nostrils, and looked dismissive of everyone. Zhong Shi was a little funny. Just imagine, if you are a person with status and status, how can you take a bus from Lihai to Nandu?

In the front row of him sat two people who were obviously from Yizhou. One was an old man with white hair, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. From time to time, he spoke Hokkien to the old man Something was whispering in my ear.

I don't know how long it took, Zhong Shi fell asleep amidst the roar of the engine, and was half asleep when he suddenly heard an old man coughing vigorously by the side of the aisle, and accidentally sprayed a mouthful of thick phlegm into the aisle There are a few streaks of blood mixed in the middle, which seems to be seriously ill. The old man regained his breath, quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away the phlegm on the aisle, and then smiled apologetically to the people around him, indicating that he didn't mean it.

At this time, the middle-aged man sitting in front of Zhongshi frowned, and said with a bit of yin and yang: "Hmph, Chinese people are of low quality, and spitting is too unhygienic." He spoke Mandarin with a different accent, But everyone in the car could hear it clearly.

  There was a hint of guilt on the old man's face, he didn't make a sound, silently put the handkerchief back into his arms, and at the same time turned his head away, pretending to be deaf.

  Who would have thought that this middle-aged man would still be relentless, and would chatter endlessly: "Old man, if you are sick, go to the hospital as soon as possible, and don't run around like others. It will be bad if you infect others!"

Zhong Shi frowned slightly, and before he could speak, the young man sitting next to him stopped doing it, kicked the seat in front of him, and asked loudly, "Hey, what the **** are you doing?" The country, why are you so rude?"

  The middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up abruptly with a look of displeasure, but when he saw that it was a strong young man, he sat down resentfully: "I am from Yizhou, what do you want?"

  The young man hesitated for a moment, and snorted: "Fuck, it turns out to be a fake foreign devil. If it weren't for the fact that you are also a Chinese, I would have done it!"

  The man with glasses muttered in a low voice: "I'm from Yizhou, not from Huaxia." But the voice was very low, and the young man beside Zhong Shi didn't hear it, but Zhong Shi could hear it clearly.

After the death of several political strongmen in Yizhou, a movement to de-Chinese began. It is difficult for some young people who grew up on the island to associate themselves with Chinese people. On the contrary, they are more than happy to get involved with RB. In terms of relationship, after all, their current "president" has half of RB blood.

  The man with glasses wanted to say something else, but the old man beside him had already scolded him loudly in Hokkien dialect. He quickly changed his smiling face and said a few words in Hokkien dialect to the old man, presumably to excuse himself. The old man gave the middle-aged man a hard look, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

   "If it weren't for the current policy that gives preferential treatment to Yizhou businessmen, I would have done it a long time ago!" Zhong Shi turned his head away and found that the young man was explaining to himself. He was making excuses for his previous inability to stand out. But Zhong Shi wondered why this young man was so familiar with the current policy.

  The journey was uneventful, and the bus finally stopped at the Chongmingmen Bus Station in Nandu after several hours of driving.

As soon as Zhong Shi got out of the car, he found several police cars with flashing police lights parked in the bus station. Several policemen in neat uniforms were waiting beside the cars. In front of them was a middle-aged man with a briefcase on his waist. People are looking up and down in the bus.

   "Oh, what a huge crowd, why is even Secretary Song here?" The young man who was following Zhong Shi's face darkened, and said a little unhappy.

While talking, I saw Secretary Song walking over nodding and bowing, and he was three meters away from Zhong Shi and the others, so he stretched out his hand impatiently, with a disgusting smile on his face: "Chairman Guo To be able to visit the Southern Capital is really full of splendor!"

  Zhong Shi was stunned when he heard this. He turned around and found that the target of Secretary Song's flattery was the old man sitting in front of him. He seemed to be a businessman with a lot of business.

The old man surnamed Guo obviously didn't expect this situation either, and withdrew his hand after slightly touching Secretary Song, while the middle-aged man with glasses who followed him snorted coldly, ignoring Secretary Song's outstretched hand at all. .

"Guo Dong, Mayor Li heard that you are coming to inspect, so he prepared a thin mat for the old man to wash the dust, and asked the old man to come with me." Secretary Song is also thick-skinned, almost to the point of resignation Level, he retracted the palm that had been outstretched for a long time, and his face was full of charming smiles again.

   "Since this is the case, the old man will not be polite." The old man surnamed Guo nodded slightly, and followed Secretary Song into the police car. Then the sirens blared, and the two Yizhou businessmen walked away under the **** of the police.

   "Damn, what the heck, foreign businessmen are praising him like a grandpa. I've never seen such a grandson!" The young man standing beside Zhong Shi said indignantly when he saw this scene.

   "Oh? They are foreign businessmen. Are those from Yizhou considered foreign businessmen?" Zhong Shi asked strangely.

"Forget it, why not. It's really **** annoying. After losing the battle, he fled to the island. After a few years, he transformed into a guest. If he fell into the arms of the American grandpa, he didn't know what he would do How about it!" The young man spat and cursed.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing? You don't look very old. How dare you take a long-distance bus alone!" The young man turned his head and looked up and down Zhong Shi with wide eyes, "Don't tell me You are also a foreign businessman, or you will be killed by a headshot."

   "Maybe, I just don't know how you crashed to death?" Zhong Shi laughed, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly.

The young man smiled and said: "It's not necessarily that you will be killed, maybe I will pick out your eyeballs for you, how about it, it will be cheaper for you." After that, he scratched his head embarrassingly, "I said buddy, what are you doing in Nandu? I'm not bragging, as long as I say a word here, there is nothing I can't do!"

  Zhong Shi smiled: "Really? I think that Secretary Song just now is very unpleasant, can you beat him up for me?"

  The young man showed a wry smile on his face: "Hey, don't mention that Secretary Song, his backstage is bigger than my old man, I don't dare to fight, but apart from this, I can do other things."

   "Really?" Zhong Shi's heart skipped a beat. Judging from the young man's tone, he seemed to be the son of an official. With his help, the matter of finding relatives might be much easier. "Meeting is fate, let's go, let's go have a drink or two buddies."

   "Okay! It's better to find a place to take a bath and get rid of all the bad luck!" The young man laughed, with a look that men could understand. (Thank you very much for the rewards from book friend Xiaoxiao Benmao and Treo5! The author is exhausted, as long as everyone enjoys reading the book, I hope you can recommend and collect more, thank you~) PS: There is a book on ** A person named Xiaosheng from Shanghai and Hong Kong sent a message saying that China Merchants Securities entered the London Mercantile Exchange (specifically, buying a seat to open a brokerage company), but was laughed at by a group of professionals. This buddy didn't even understand basic economic business, dealers, commercial banks, and investment banks.

  (end of this chapter)

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