．． I'll go there. If you go on like this, you'll die.... Wang Cuijun shook his head and threw the book in his hand aside, and Wen Qin, the little secretary not far away, covered his mouth and snickered.

Wang Cuijun has been taking classes at National Taiwan University for half a month, and in addition to attending classes every day, he also has to deal with many visitors, which makes him tired of it.

Fortunately, Ran Yu Wang Cuijun has a special status, and the school allows him not to go to the school, as long as he passes the exam.

"Have you got a visa to go to the U.S.?" Wang Zhangjun asked.

"It's done." Wen Qin said, "Do you need me to go over with me on the plane tomorrow morning?" ”

"No, you don't." Wang Cuijun said.

The next day, Wang Zhangjun took the red mouth 10,000 US dollars exchanged from his personal account and went to the United States with Li Jinghao.

In order to make money in this oil crisis, Wang Zhangjun made up for his financial knowledge during this time, and consulted several financial columnists of Next Magazine several times, and finally figured out some basic financial knowledge.

"What a tall building!" Walking out of the airport, Li Jinghao looked at the skyscrapers in the distance and sighed in surprise.

Today, the gap between the United States and Asian countries has almost reached its peak. Lee Kyung-ho feels that compared with the United States, South Korea, Hong Kong, and Taiwan are simply like rural places.

"What, first time in the United States?" Wang Zhangjun latch.

Li Jinghao said: "Yes, you have to get a weapon first." ”

The two called a taxi, and the driver, who was a Latino, got into the car, and the driver asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Find a hotel, a little better." Wang Zhangjun said.

"Japanese?" The driver asked.

Wang Cuijun laughed and said, "Chinese." ”

"Oh!" Latino driver suddenly stops. Looking back, he excitedly asked, "Do you know how to do kung fu?" ”

Wang Zhangjun touched his nose and said, "A little." ”

"Hey, I'll just say, Chinese people know kung fu." The driver asked, "Do you know Bruce Lee?" He's my idol. I now go to a Chinese martial arts gym every weekend to learn kung fu and kill those damn white people! ”

"I said man, can you drive first?" Wang Zhangjun said helplessly.

Now "Enter the Dragon" has not yet been fully painted in the United States, the box office has reached 200 million US dollars, and the kung fu trend has also made the business of many Chinese martial arts gyms in Europe and the United States boom.

It's just that the first person I met when I got off the plane was a fan of Bruce Lee, and his influence was too great.

The two threw their luggage at the hotel and went straight to the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street.

The exchange is crowded. The economic crisis of the previous year seems to have passed, and now the US stock market is on the upswing, and the Dow Jones Industrial Average broke through a historic four points at the end of last year.

Wang Zhangjun walked around and found that there were no crude oil futures on the exchange at this time, and he was speechless for a while. (Oil prices in the U.S. have been kept low by major oil companies, and oil futures were created after the first oil crisis.) ）

At this time, most of the operations of the exchange are carried out manually, and computers are rarely used. Wang Cuijun looked at all kinds of data, and suddenly became dizzy, he only knew that oil prices had risen twice in a row after the old month, and by the end of the year, they had risen four times, and the stocks of countless companies had fallen wildly, but he didn't know which one fell the most.

It is now the end of the month, and it is only half a month before the outbreak of the first oil crisis.

Wang Cuijun thought about it and said to Li Jinghao: "To find out what large futures brokerage companies there are, it is best not to have anything to do with big consortia and large companies such as Morgan and Meixiang, and they must have a good reputation." ”

"Okay." Li Jinghao only knew that Wang Cuijun came to Wall Street to invest with money, but he didn't know what Wang Zhangjun was going to do.

When it comes to tens of millions of dollars, Wang Cuijun doesn't dare to operate without authorization.

The two quickly found a bunch of futures brokers, and eventually set their sights on Goldman Sachs on Wall Street.

Goldman Sachs started as an investment bank. In the past few years, it has entered the futures field, but it is best known for helping clients fight against hostile takeovers that have only emerged in the last two years (don't go into detail about the time difference, I still think it's better to use Goldman Sachs after looking for a long time).

The two came to Goldman Sachs, and a blonde chick in a professional skirt greeted them: "Sir, what is there to serve you?" ”

Wang Zhangjun said: "I have a sum of money to invest in futures, I hope your company will help me." ”

"Of course, our company has some of the best financial experts and futures managers in the United States." The blonde chick laughed.

Wang Zhangjun said: "Can I meet Mr. John Weinberg?" ”

The blonde chick shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Weinberg is in a meeting. What futures do you need to invest in? Maybe I can introduce you to a broker. ”

Wang Cuijun frowned and said, "I think you should convey what I mean, my investment is relatively large." ”,

The blonde chick looked at Wang Cuijun and Li Jinghao suspiciously, and was amused in her heart, these two Asians didn't know where they came from, and they actually said on Wall Street that their investment was relatively large.

"Well, if you want to see Mr. Weinberg, you can do it in half an hour, and I'll go back and tell you about it." Blonde chick said.

Wang Zhangjun asked, "Can I wait here?" ”

"Absolutely." The blonde chick finished and went to make two cups of coffee.

Wang Zhangjun and Li Jinghao drank coffee boredly, and after about 20 minutes,

Blonde chick comes over again. Said!.. Mr. Please follow me....

"Thank you." Wang Cuijun followed her with a smile.

"Knock knock!" Blonde chick bangs on the office door.

"Please come in!" A man's voice came from inside.

Wang Cuijun and Lee Kyung-ho pushed the door in, and the blonde chick turned to leave. A female secretary brought in two cups of coffee and withdrew.

"Hello sir, I'm John Weinberg." The middle-aged man behind the desk stood up and shook hands with Wang Zhangjun.

Wang Cuijun said: "Hello Mr. Weinberg, my name is Wang, I am from Asia, and this is my partner Li. ”

"Nice to meet you, please take a seat." John Weinberg smiled, but he wondered what kind of medicine Wang Zhangjun sold in the gourd, and he actually asked for him by name.

The reason why Wang Zhangjun came to Weinberg is very simple, that is, he doesn't know a few financiers at all, and he happened to read the report after Weinberg's death in his previous life, and this person is known as "the last conscience of Wall O Street". No matter how the outside world changes, Weinberg has stuck to his bottom line all his life: refusing to plan and participate in hostile takeovers, never having business conflicts with clients, and never leaking any inside information about Goldman Sachs in front of the media.

John Weinberg in front of him is not the chief consul of Goldman Sachs at this time, and apart from his father's relationship, he is just an executive.

"Is there anything I can help you, King?" Weinberg asked.

"I have a sum of money in hand right now that I need to invest in futures." Wang Zhangjun said.

Weinberg asked, "How much money is there?" I will give you the right advice based on the amount of money you have. ”

"$30 million." Wang Cuijun said.

“… U" Weinberg was startled and raised his voice and asked, "Please say it again!" ”

"Forty thousand dollars." Wang Zhangjun repeated again.

"Oh. Oh, God. Weinberg covered his forehead and said, "Sir, a red mouth can do a lot of things. I advise you to do business. If you feel that the investment environment in the United States is not good, you can invest in the processing and manufacturing industry in some countries in Asia and South America. The next twenty years. These factories will make you a steady stream of money. ”

Wang Cuijun smiled and asked: "Mr. John, if I go to invest in industry instead of futures, you Goldman Sachs will lose a lot of commissions." ”

Weinberg shrugged, "I'm just giving what I think makes the most sense. The final decision is still yours. ”

Wang Zhangjun said: "I think I've thought it through. ”

Weinberg asked, "So which one do you want to invest in?" ”

Wang Zhangjun said: "Dow Jones stock index futures. ”

Weinberg frowned and said, "I advise you to give up." Although the Dow Jones has been rising for more than half a year, everything is uncertain about the future. In my opinion. It can't go up anymore. ”

"I'm short." Wang Zhangjun said.

Hearing Wang Zhangjun's words, Wenberg's face was very wonderful and said, "Oh, I think something is wrong with my ears." ”

"You heard it right, I think the Dow Jones will fall next month, and it will fall badly. Therefore, all the $30 million will be used to buy futures on the Dow Jones 550 in October. ”

Weinberg's eyes widened, his jaw almost dropped on the desk, he forcibly resisted his madness, and persuaded very patiently: "Sir, the current Dow Jones index is 1060 points, and there are only two days before October." Unless aliens attack Wall Street, it's impossible to fall 550 points in a month. ”

Wang Cuijun said: "Mr. John, do you know that there is a kind of divination in the East? ”

"Divination?" Weinberg's head was a little unturned, what does this speculation have to do with divination?

Wang Zhangjun said: "I'll tell you the truth." I am an oriental soothsayer, I have studied I Ching gossip since I was a child, and my divination skills have always been very effective. ”

Weinberg said: "You don't say that you think the Dow Jones index will fall, it's the news of divination, right?" ”

"Bingo, got it right." Wang Zhangjun said, "Divination is a very spiritual and life-consuming thing, especially predicting major events. With my current ability, I can only perform a major divination once in ten years. So. I must seize this opportunity to make a good profit. ”

"Sir, signing a futures contract is a margin payment, can you light.. …… Weinberg has now classified Mr. Wang as a liar or a psychopath.

Wang Cuijun said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can transfer 30 million US dollars directly to your Goldman Sachs Bank as a deposit, so that Mr. John can rest assured." ”

Seeing that Wang Cuijun was serious, Wenberg persuaded again: "Sir, I will advise you again. If you insist on short selling, and it's an outrageous 550 points. Your $30 million will be gone. All you have left is your ticket back to Asia. ”

"I've thought it through, and the delivery date is set for October 20th. I'm going to go through the formalities now and deposit all the red mouth 10,000 dollars into your company's bank. When the time comes, we can officially work together. Wang Cuijun said

After Wang Zhangjun and Li Jinghao left, Weinberg was still sitting in his place in a daze, and only after a long time did he say to himself: "Oh. This world is so crazy that there are people who invest in futures with ugly tens of thousands of dollars through divination. ”

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