Half past two in the morning New York time.

Chase Manhattan Place, 37th Floor, Manhattan, New York.

"Thank you. Yang Zhengrui took the Starbucks and sandwich handed over by Edmund Bosie and stretched.

Edmund Bosi's eyes were bloodshot, his tie hung loosely around his neck, his shirt was loosened by two buttons, and he shook the beer bottle in his hand, "It's nothing, today's dancer is so ugly, how long will you have to go?"

Since Lewis Ranieri joined Salomon Brothers in the 70s and created the mortgage-backed securities business, Wall Street bankers have truly entered an era of windfall profits, and even the grassroots employees such as traders and analysts working on Wall Street have become successful people whose incomes exceed those of ordinary Americans, or even dozens of times.

Strip bars are the favorite of Wall Street's elite, and every night around Manhattan hundreds of strip bars are filled with elites from various banks and financial institutions, who are drinking heartily while stuffing the money in their hands into the ****'s underwear, and the company's activity funds and high bonuses are enough to support them spending an average American's income for a week every night.

As a so-called Wall Street elite, whether you like it or not, partying in groups after work has become a must-have social outfit. If you can't get more than two invitations a night, it means that you haven't entered the circle at all.

This is especially true for low-level employees like Edmund Bosey and Yang Zhengrui, whose immediate boss, Clive Kelson, said he found a new yard on Seventh Avenue for all the male employees who didn't work overtime. This kind of opportunity to get closer to the boss is not missed by everyone, and Edmund Bosey is no exception.

After partying until one o'clock in the morning, Clive Kelsen uncharacteristically did not go upstairs with the big-wave beauty who had been grinding on his lap for a long time, but asked George Cooper to go back to the office with him, saying that he wanted to see how Richard's strategic analysis was doing.

Cooper had no choice but to call Edmund Bosey to go back with him, and asked Edmund Bosey to buy everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich from Starbucks, and today seemed destined to fight all night.

Yang Zhengrui finished the sandwich in his hand in three or two times, and said vaguely: "Get it quickly, the expected rate of return is 226 percent, and the risk rate is 59 percent, this is no longer investment, nor speculation, but gambling." There is still some data that needs to be recalculated, and it should be two more hours. ”

Still holding the beer he had brought back from the strip club, Edmund Bosey took a sip, "Are you mistaken?"

Yang Zhengrui took out a tissue and wiped his hands, "I also hope to be mistaken, now there is an IPO of one company in the Internet sector almost every week, and more than one company is delisted, and the delisting rate is as high as 53 percent." Without the support of big blue chips, this strategy model is riskier than a sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. ”

Edmund Bossi became interested, "But the Japanese army still succeeded in the sneak attack, are you really going to report it like this?"

Yang Zhengrui stretched, "No way, this is already the best plan I can make." ”

Edmund Bosie smiled, "I don't think you need to be so detailed, do you really think Clive will really use this strategy?"

Yang Zhengrui said strangely: "Why do you want me to do this if you don't use it?"

Edmund Bosey placed the bottle on the table, "I had a similar situation when I was in Gulenberg, and my boss asked me to do a strategy analysis with high returns, but higher risks. He has three investment strategies in his hands, one with very low risk, one with medium risk and return, and the other is this ultra-high-risk plan. Of course, in the end, his boss still chose the middle way. ”

"What Wall Street hates most is risk, and sometimes it takes a bit of trickery to make the boss choose a solution that meets his intentions. Edmund Bossi gulped down the rest of his beer.

Yang Zhengrui glared: "What I'm doing now is useless?"

Edmund Bosey sat on Yang Zhengrui's desk and patted Yang Zhengrui on the shoulder: "Anyway, I don't believe anyone would bet a billion dollars for a gamble that has a sixty percent failure." ”

Yang Zhengrui was stunned for a while, rubbed his temples, drank all the coffee on the table, and continued to check the data on the computer.

Edmund Bossi smiled, "Alright, let's finish it as soon as possible, try to finish it before three o'clock, and we can go back and sleep for a few hours." ”

"Even if it's just to highlight the delicious side dish of the main course, it's something Clive values and otherwise he wouldn't have come back so late. Yang Zhengrui shook his head, "You go to sleep on the sofa for a while, I'll call you when I'm ready." ”

Edmund Bosey shrugged his shoulders and lay on his back on the couch.

"Even if the risk factor is increased by another 10 percent, the yield obtained will not increase, proving that the yield is close to the marginal effect. Unless... Yang Zhengrui was thoughtful.

"Unless the Internet sector rises by more than 300 percent, this strategy will be useful!" Yang Zhengrui was taken aback by his conclusion.

Now that the market capitalization of Yahoo and AOL has exceeded $30 billion, which is already three times higher than last year, can it still triple its value?

If that's the case, the frequency of transactions has to be reduced...

"Wake up, Richa, wake up. The first thing Yang Zhengrui saw when he opened his eyes was George's shiny head, "Hurry up and wake up, Clive asked you to go to the thirty-eighth floor." ”

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yang Zhengrui finally finished the whole plan and sent it to George Cooper, George Cooper and Clive just came to the company in the early morning to take a look, and left the company at three o'clock to go back to sleep, George Cooper came to the company at half past eight in the morning, and after receiving the plan, he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he hurriedly handed it over to Clive Kelson. Clive Kelson looked through it and shook his head, but the meeting was about to begin, and that was the only way, and I hope that Lauald would not be angry when he saw this strategy.

Yang Zhengrui rubbed his eyes, looked at his watch, and it was just half past ten in the morning, "George, I just slept for two hours, what are you going to do on the thirty-eighth floor?"

George Cooper said eagerly: "Hurry up and wash your face and sober up! The management wants to see you!"

Yang Zhengrui was excited, "The management wants to see me, what's wrong?"

George Cooper shook his head and said angrily: "I don't know, I just said that I want you to go up and explain some data, hell, did you analyze it wrong?"

Yang Zhengrui was terrified, as an international student from the mainland, it was not easy to find a job on Wall Street with an annual salary of $80,000 after graduation, and if he lost this job because of his mistakes, Yang Zhengrui really didn't know what he would do in the future.

Yang Zhengrui came to the bathroom to wash his face, straighten his hair, and followed George Cooper to the elevator to the thirty-eighth floor, which was five meters above.

The boardroom and Blankefen's office are located here, and it is the first time that Yang has entered the heart of the Cowyce Fund. The hallway was guarded by two guards with guns, as well as a fingerprint scanner. After scanning Yang Zhengrui and George Cooper's fingerprints, the two glass doors opened automatically, and Bellankefen's assistant Julia led Yang Zhengrui to the door of the boardroom with an expressionless face.

Yang Zhengrui's heart was up and down, he really couldn't think of what he did wrong, as for yesterday's plan, maybe there were some small mistakes because of staying up late and working overtime, but it didn't alarm the management.

Julia knocked lightly on the door, reached out and pressed the doorknob, and entered the conference room with Yang Zhengrui one after the other.

"He's Richard Young, an analyst in the Strategic Analysis Department, who has been with Cowys for two months and twelve days. Julia gave him a short introduction.

Yang Zhengrui was nervous and bowed his head silently.

"Are you from Huaxia?" Yang Zhengrui suddenly heard someone ask himself in Chinese.