At the same time, on the other side of the Pacific.
Wall Street, New York.
Quantum Fund is at the heart of Wall Street trading.
Rogers clapped his hands and said to the most elite team of the Quantum Fund in front of him: "Boys, cheer up."
"This is a very simple task but we must do it well. Your bonus, your credit card bill and your wife and lover are all counting on you to do this task well and get the money back."
Although it is morning in the United States time, the sunniest time of the day, all the lights are still on in the entire trading hall.
Faces, either young or old, looked excitedly at Rogers who was speaking, their eyes full of greed and desire for money.
Looking at the greedy faces, Rogers smiled and said: "Do you know what I like most about you guys?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, Rogers immediately said: "I like your greedy look the most!"
"On Wall Street, there are no people, only wolves, wolves of jackals. Every wolf must learn to eat meat and drink blood."
"Otherwise, you don't deserve to survive under the rules of Wall Street!"
With both hands supported on the desk, Rogers' expression gradually became ferocious: "So, I don't care what role you play in front of your family, classmates, friends."
"But here, I only have one request from you!"
"Tear our enemy to pieces and steal every penny from his wallet!"
"Young men, tell me, do you want money, do you want status, do you want women!?"
"want!"
There were more than thirty people in the room, all shouting in unison.
These thirty people are all elites that Quantum Fund has carefully cultivated over the years.
They have budgeters who are proficient in budgeting, intelligence collectors with a keen sense of smell, merchandisers with the fastest hands, and analysts with extremely rich experience.
A truly top international trader team. Traders are the core of the team, but they are definitely not everything.
It requires budgeters to make accurate price estimates, intelligence collectors to summarize and classify intelligence, and traders to perfectly execute every buying or selling decision of the trader with the fastest and most accurate hand speed.
There is no doubt that these people in front of Rogers are the final elites carefully selected by Quantum Fund from countless elite talents using their industry status.
"Very good, I like your ambition and greed."
Rogers pointed at the clock on the wall and roared: "Then what are you poor boys with no money and no women waiting for? Get ready for me immediately. Once the trading time is up, immediately rush into the market and ruthlessly destroy our stocks."
The enemy is torn to pieces!”
"This task is too simple. As long as you have the skills, even a rookie who has only made one transaction can do it. But I have told you how generous the rewards are. Each person is given a reward of half a million US dollars.
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"Even though I have been in the industry for so long, as one of your bosses, I have never seen such a generous single mission reward!"
"So, take action now!"
Looking at the busy team, Rogers smiled with satisfaction and turned around and entered an office.
This office is separated from the entire trading floor by a glass wall, but if you look closely, you can see that this glass wall is one-way, that is, you can't see the inside from the outside, but you can clearly see the outside from the inside.
In this office, Soros was drinking red wine with two old white men.
The conversation between the three was very pleasant, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time.
"Have you finished encouraging those guys? I just told Franklin and John that you are the best psychologist on Wall Street."
Seeing Rogers come in, Soros smiled and joked.
Rogers shrugged, poured himself a glass of red wine, and said, "Don't think I didn't hear you. When I first walked in, you were still discussing which family's noble lady knew how to serve others best."
"Ha ha."
The three Soros laughed at the same time.
Franklin looked at Rogers and said: "But no matter what, it is recognized that you are the best psychological expert in the capital circle. We all heard the roars of the group of young men outside just now like wolves and tigers."
With a chuckle, Rogers sat on the armrest of the sofa and said to Franklin: "I remember that you are very optimistic about the Chinese businessman named Li Jin. Who are you on this time?"
"Optimistic? Of course you are optimistic."
Franklin said with a smile: "But I only admired him when his New Wolf company was listed, because at that time, whether it was the US stock market or Nasdaq, such a new high-quality Internet company was needed to stimulate market confidence."
"Now."
Franklin shrugged, raised his head, took a sip of red wine, and continued: "I'm on the side of the winner."
"You all underestimate Li Jin too much."
Compared to the relaxed manner of several others, John, the president of the Dow Jones Index, shook his head slightly.
"I have seen Li Jin's trading data in Dow Jones many times. I even looked up all the stock futures transactions that I could find since Li Jin became rich. I discovered a very interesting thing."
"No matter how absurd it was at the beginning and how contrary to the laws of the market, once Li Jin made a trading decision, he would not change it, and he was extremely good at short-term trading, that is, high-frequency trading to maximize profits in the short term and then cash out.
leave."
"So far, the Dow Jones trade is his longest one."
"But it is also the transaction that best demonstrates his almost prophetic ability."
Having said this, John shrugged and continued: "I don't know what everyone here thinks, but I must put forward my point of view. We should not underestimate the enemy this time."
John's words made Rogers and Soros look at each other.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Soros stood up and said: "Okay, my friend, I understand what you mean, but I believe it is the same as every time in the past. This time will be no exception. Victory still belongs to us."
You may have forgotten the Waterloo attack on the Hong Kong dollar that failed a few years ago!
John complained silently in his mind, but said nothing, just smiled and nodded.
Rogers raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, stood up and said, "Everyone, the time has come, let's get started."
When the words came to light, the countdown to the start time of the transaction was 10 seconds.
At this moment, countless people around the world, ranging from capital giants on Wall Street to an ordinary investor in a small South Asian country, are sitting in front of computers, staring attentively at the time countdown on the computer.