Janet came to the terrace, grabbed Simon's arm and looked downstairs, just pouted, and said, "Little bastard, your ponytail assistant's mom and dad are here." ”

Simon listened to the woman's sour tone, smiled and patted her on the waist, turned and entered the living room of the suite.

There were two men and two women standing in the entrance, just by their looks, Simon recognized at a glance that the older middle-aged man and woman should be Jennifer's parents, James Raybould and Carol Raybould, the couple are well-known financial lawyers in Manhattan, and the two opened the Raybould Firm to provide legal support for corporate financing, restructuring, mergers and acquisitions, IPOs and other operations.

Jonathan Friedman, Pat Kingsley, George Norman and others are still on their way to New York. In the morning, the news reached Los Angeles, and George Norman strongly recommended the Raybouldes on the phone to help Simon deal with the situation.

Everyone introduced each other, and Simon also looked at the Raybould couple.

Both of them looked very young when they were only about forty years old. James Raybould was a little taller than Simon, wearing a crisp black suit, some stubble on his face, and meticulously groomed hair. Carol Raybould wears a white women's suit, and her eyebrows and eyes look very similar to Jennifer, and her bun makes her look a little more intellectual of a mature woman.

Mr. and Mrs. Raybould were also looking at the young man who had 'abducted' their daughter, and Carol Raybould gave the woman a few more meaningful glances when she shook hands with Janet.

After a brief greeting, James Raybould declined Simon's invitation to sit down, glanced around the presidential suite, and then gestured out the door and said, "Simon, let's go out and talk." ”

Simon was a little confused, but followed James Raybould to the hallway outside the suite.

When they came to the corridor, James Raybould was not polite, and directly ordered the couple's assistants and Simon and Janet's bodyguards to stand on both sides of the corridor, just taking Simon to stand in the middle of the corridor.

Jennifer and Carol both volunteered to stay at the door of the suite and did not come.

Glancing around again, James Raybould looked at the young man in front of him and said in a serious tone: "Simon, first of all, I have to be sure of one thing, you don't have to answer it positively. However, if the answer is no, it may not be necessary for Carol and me to be involved. So, are you and Miss Johnston the money that is exposed in the media, or are you just an agent?"

Simon understood that there should be many people holding this kind of doubt by now, and did not hesitate to say, "Jim, you must have read the newspaper." The current amount of money is something that I have turned over step by step with $75 million in the previous five and a half months. The $75 million principal amount came from the proceeds from Jenny and I selling the rights to Lola Run. So, yes, the money is entirely for me and Jenny. ”

As a professional financial lawyer, James Raybould has already figured out Simon's trajectory of doubling his $75 million principal to $1.62 billion in recent months just from the information exposed in the media. It's just that he also thinks that this matter is too incredible, so he asks this question.

Hearing Simon's personal confirmation, James Raybould said no more and continued: "Simon, in the current situation, in my opinion, there are two possibilities. First, someone has sold your account transactions for the last few months to several major newspapers. However, you should also understand that this is very unlikely. ”

Simon nodded approvingly, if it was just someone who broke the news to the media, it would not have been so coincidental to appear in several of the most influential newspapers on the East Coast at the same time: "Jim, what about the second possibility?"

"Actually, I've probably guessed who is manipulating this," James Raybould said with a smile on his face, "Simon, do you know Rudy Giuliani?"

Simon thought for a moment, and the title of 'Mayor of America' flashed to his mind.

As far back as he remembers, Rudy Giuliani served as mayor of New York City from 1994 to 2001, and earned the title of "mayor of the United States" for his command of 911.

Further on.

Combined with the news he received from the newspaper media after his rebirth, Simon quickly pieced together a series of information that Rudy Giuliani now serves as a prosecutor in the Southern District Court of New York, and since taking office in 1983, he has taken a hard-nosed approach to New York's financial and gangster crimes.

Nodding slightly, Simon was a little puzzled, "Jim, do you think Giuliani did this?" ”

From the very beginning of his tenure, Giuliani liked to put pressure on his clients by leaking information to the media in advance, which could not only build up fame for himself in the process of handling cases, but also force his target to voluntarily submit to the weight of public opinion. Moreover, this prosecutor's methods are definitely more than these, eavesdropping, anonymous letters, threatening phone calls, as long as he can achieve his own goals, he has used them all. James Raybould said, glancing in the direction of the door of Simon's suite, and said, "Another point, the headquarters of the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Commodity Futures Trading Commission are in Washington, but you are being questioned in New York, which makes it even more obvious." Manhattan happens to be the jurisdiction of the Southern District Court of New York, where most federal financial investigations and trials take place. So, Simon, I'd love to hope you haven't said something in your room in the last few days that you shouldn't have said. ”

Simon followed James Raybould's gaze to the door of the presidential suite and said, "Jim, this is the Plaza Hotel." And, are you sure you're just talking about the federal courts, not the mafia?"

"I'd love to see my judgment wrong, but what I've just said is from personal experience, and you have to believe that an ambitious politician is definitely not comparable to the mafia," James Raybould gestured to his assistant, took a Motorola mobile phone from the other person's hand, and said, "Simon, I've been in contact with some security companies, do you need them to send an anti-eavesdropping team to check it?" ”

Simon was suspicious, but nodded anyway.

Half an hour later, looking at the eavesdropping devices collected from the suite landline, sofa, mattress, and even the soles of his own leather shoes, Simon forcibly suppressed it for a long time, but he still couldn't suppress the strong anger of the invasion of personal privacy, picked up a vase in the suite and slammed it on the wall, turned around and walked out.

Paul Aikman, the manager of the Plaza Hotel's housekeeping department, who had just expressed his strong displeasure at Simon's invitation to the anti-eavesdropping team to inspect the suite, only woke up from his stupor after everyone had left. The somewhat balding middle-aged man trembled and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his face, hurriedly chased out of the suite, followed Simon all the way into the elevator, and said in a hurried tone: "Mr. Westeros, this must be a misunderstanding, don't worry, we will definitely find out who did these pranks." ”

Simon glanced at the nameplate on Paul Aikman's chest, and said with obvious sarcasm in his tone, "Prank, Paul, do you often have this kind of prank here?"

"No, no, of course not," Paul Aikman quickly shook his head, "Mr. Westeros, will you give us some time? Hopefully, I hope you don't reveal this just yet. ”

Simon didn't answer, and the elevator quickly came downstairs.

Stepping out of the elevator, Simon remembered the group of reporters guarding outside the hotel, and finally calmed down.

Glancing at the people around him who came down with him, Simon gave a reassuring look to Janet who was worried, and said softly, "Baby, sort out the things that need to be taken away, let's go to 68th Street." ”

Janet looked at Simon carefully for a few moments before nodding and re-entering the elevator.

Seeing Simon's expression soften, Paul Aikman knew that he would definitely not return to the guest room, and said, "Mr. Westeros, if you want to leave, I will arrange a car." ”

"No," Simon said, shaking his head, to Neil Bennett, "Neil, you take them to check our car too." ”

Neil Bennett answered, and walked out with several staff members of the security company.

After saying this, Simon turned to the Raybould couple and said, "I'm really sorry, you two, I just lost my temper. ”

James Raybould shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay, Simon. ”

After so many years in the industry, James Raybould has seen too many similar scenes. Compared with those customers who were furious and even threatened to kill after discovering that they had been wiretapped, Simon, who was in his youthful prime, was able to calm down so quickly, which already made him quite admired.

Janet quickly came down from the upper floors, and when the two of them moved in, there were two suitcases, and when the woman went downstairs again, she just handed Ken Dixon a suitcase that was obviously much lighter, and when Neil Bennett confirmed that the car had been checked, the group walked out.

Seeing Simon walk out of the hotel, the crowd of reporters who had been waiting for hours suddenly boiled over and frantically gathered around him, the sound of a dense shutter accompanied by a loud questioning that was almost completely inaudible.

"Simon, is the news in the newspaper true?"

"Simon, why buy $1.1 billion in tech stocks?"

"Simon, will you continue to be a director in the future?"

"Simon, tech stocks have risen sharply across the board after the market opens today, what do you think about this matter?"

"Simon ......"

Simon listened to the noise around him, but without saying a word, he took Janet in his arms and struggled to board a black Range Rover with the help of two bodyguards and hotel security. Mr. and Mrs. Raybould and the security company's anti-eavesdropping team immediately drove along.

The reporters saw Simon's car leave and rushed to their vehicles.

Less than 1 kilometer from the Plaza Hotel to 68th Street on the Upper East Side, Land Rover quickly stopped in front of a light gray building, and Simon and Janet quickly got out of the car and entered the apartment building with the Raybould couple and others who came up.

Simon and Janet successfully bought the penthouse duplex apartment in the building at the beginning of the month.

The original owner of the apartment was a major shareholder in a confectionery company that had previously sold the property to raise money for a struggling food company. After the stock market crash, the company's business situation worsened.

Since the homeowner did not accept the installment and demanded a lump sum payment, the two parties finally negotiated a closing price of $11 million.

However, before closing the deal, the owner removed all the expensive furniture, carpets, and artwork that were originally intended to be included in the apartment, which was one of the conditions for the price to be 11 million dollars, and Simon did not like the original style of the house and planned to renovate it.

Right now.

Entering the duplex apartment with James Raybould and the others, looking at the empty living room, Simon suddenly thought of the Montana villa that Janet had rented for him.

Although the house was already empty, Simon had the security company's anti-eavesdropping team check and confirm that nothing was wrong, Janet left to buy some temporary furniture, and Simon and Raybould went to the rooftop of the apartment.

It was originally a roof garden of about 40 square meters, and all the original flowers and plants have been removed, which also looks a little empty at this time, but everyone will not care about these details now.

After submitting Westeros' stock index futures and stock trading records for the last few months, as requested by the two institutions, Simonte kept a backup, in the suitcase that Janet had just brought back from the Plaza Hotel.

Before James Raybould received a call from George Norman, he had carefully read several revelations in several newspapers today about Simon's operation in the stock index futures market. However, at this time, looking at the more detailed transaction records in his hand, he still felt a little incredible.

From mid-May to late August, from 270 to 330 points in the S&P 500 index, a clearance change of hands in the 20-point range, Simon's operation was obviously carefully calculated, and 330 points began to turn short, which is also not easy for ordinary people to do.

Subsequently, Simon's operation in October was even more impressive.

From October 1st to October 16th, twelve trading days, the average daily opening speed of about 2,000 short contracts, 26,700 short contracts were laid out exactly one trading day before the crash. Then, after the crash on October 19, more than 20,000 shorts in Westeros once again cleared their positions with great precision in the market at the lowest point of the three-day index.

Five months.

As if he had predicted everything in advance, Simon was operating exactly along the S&P 500 curve. After reading the information in his hand, James Raybould found that he could no longer find the right words to describe what he had just seen.

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