Depart from the Plaza Hotel.

Abel walked directly to Goldman Sachs' headquarters in New York.

I haven't entered the company lobby yet.

He met John Smith, who was on the couch in the company lobby, running towards him from a distance.

And his voice was excited and loud: "Mr. Sephorosa! Mr. Sephorosa! You are such a great investor! Since the opening of the market in the morning, cotton has risen by 19 percent! 19 percent, your 20 times leverage! Oh my God!"

Hear the words.

Abel rejoiced.

At the same time relieved.

It seems that the small wrecking ball and the self-inflicted butterfly effect are not obvious enough.

So this time the change of cotton futures is no different from the "original plot".

Make money.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, slow down. Dear John, you just have to tell me, how much money have I made so far?"

"$50 million in principal! Your current floating profit has exceeded $1.2 billion!"

"Okay. Then please close my position immediately, I want to arbitrage and leave. ”

John Smith, who was excited, froze for a moment, his expression a little puzzled.

"But...... At least today, it can rise by at least one or two percentage points! The market is now chasing up, and the market is a little crazy!"

"I'm not much of an investor. But I've always believed that even the old lady who sells Tiantian circle on the side of the road knows that when she wants to buy stocks, it's time for stocks to fall sharply. ”

Able held back his excitement.

"Now everybody knows that cotton is going to go up, and everybody is running to buy cotton. I felt like I could leave. ”

"Forehead ......"

John Smith seems to be a little reluctant, after all, if cotton continues to rise, Abel will make more money. His resume will be better, and he will be able to receive more interest and fees.

But look at Abel's determined look.

John Smith, who has always believed that the customer is God, had no choice but to nod:

"As you wish. ”

And so.

With everyone in the hall on the first floor of the entire Goldman Sachs Company looking sideways, Abel accompanied John Smith upstairs.

More than an hour later.

The last cotton warehouse was closed by John Smith, and Abel looked at the $1.295 billion he was lying on top of Goldman Sachs' bank account, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hoo ......"

It's making money again!

This feeling of a large amount of money coming in is really cool!

Meanwhile.

"Papapapa"

Crackling applause rang out behind John Smith and Abel.

It turned out to be behind them.

There are a large number of Goldman Sachs employees, and the reason why they do this is simple.

Because they heard.

Today, a customer of one of the company's business managers used 20 times leverage of $50 million to make a lot of money on cotton futures, which suddenly skyrocketed today.

With a principal of $50 million.

Earned a little more than 1.2 billion.

These people will come and stand here and watch. After all, even among the world's most powerful and elite financial talents, few of them can make such a profit.

For $50 million.

1.2 billion profit in one day.

If you calculate the annualized rate of return, it would be terrifying. That's about 24 times 365, a yield of seven or eight thousand times.

In addition to buying lottery tickets.

There is no rate of return that can be compared to this.

"You're such an investment genius!" In the midst of applause, a middle-aged man who looked very capable walked over, and he stretched out his hand to Abel with a smile:

"Hello. I'm the Investment Director of Goldman Sachs, my name is Bob Hamilton, Mr. Sephorosa, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello. I'm Abel Sephorosa. Able smiled and shook his hand.

"Hey, everybody's gone! Cotton hasn't reached the top yet, if you want to do it, you can try it! Of course, you're not Sephorosa, I think it's better not to use too high leverage!"

Bob Hamilton smiled at the Goldman Sachs employees behind him, he seemed to have a lot of prestige.

The rest of the staff, with the exception of John Smith, Abel's full-time business manager, left obediently.

After Bob and Abel shook hands.

Turning his head, he smiled and patted John Smith on the shoulder, "John, right? I remember you, it's been your second year and 65th day in the company." Well done, you have tapped a big customer for the company! Your bonus will not be less, and I will report to the president and give you an extra 7 days of vacation!"

He winked at John Smith and continued with a smile: "Don't worry I'll steal your clients! It's just that now I'm going to talk to Mr. Sephorosa for a day and make friends!"

The words of this Goldman Sachs executive made John Smith excited, and he was very convinced of this Bob Hamilton on the spot, grinned and nodded, said goodbye to Abel, and went on vacation happily.

After all, Abel's investment this time.

As a broker, he is also very profitable, and Goldman Sachs will give him at least hundreds of thousands of dollars in interest dividends and bonuses.

He just operated an investment, shared his leverage rights once, and made hundreds of thousands of dollars without taking any risk.

This is evident in the generous remuneration of financial practitioners. It's no wonder that the world's smartest minds, squeezed out their heads, want to enter this industry because of the pay.

"Mr. Hamilton. After John Smith left, Abel smiled and said to the Goldman Sachs executive, "What advice?"

"That's right. It is not appropriate here to go into details, Mr. Sephorosa. Bob Hamilton smiled and said, "I think you can go to my office for a chat, would you like to go?"

You can add a friendship with the senior management of Goldman Sachs, and Abel is still willing.

After all, he is not prepared to end up in finance himself, and he needs a trustworthy and capable broker.

A super-financial corporation with such a reputation as Goldman Sachs can obviously act as an agent.

"Let's go. Mr. Hamilton. Abel smiled.

"Please. ”

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Sophie Marceau felt that she was unlucky today.

She searched several pharmacies in a row.

It's not that there are a lot of people, but she's afraid to go in and reveal her identity, or she's unlucky, like the kind religious shopkeeper, who refuses to sell what she needs for one reason or another.

Ultimately.

Enduring the pain of swelling and pain in a sensitive part of her body, as well as her two slender legs, she ran around Manhattan several places, and finally found nothing.

I had no choice but to return to the Plaza Hotel.

She has changed rooms.

Avoided 88666 and 88665 from afar, and instructed the front desk not to reveal his name and identity, as well as the room he lived in.

That's it.

She still didn't feel safe enough.

Get ready to pack your bags and leave the Plaza Hotel to stay somewhere else.

Stuff is halfway packed.

The phone in the room rang.

"Bell bell bell"

"Hello, is this Ms. Sophie Marceau?"

"Yes. ”

"This is the reception of the Plaza Hotel. Do you have a call from Europe that can be forwarded to you now?"

"European? Did you tell him his name?"

"He called himself Zulaski. ”

"Plug it in......"