New York, Manhattan Central Park.

Julian Robertson was jogging through the slightly bleak boulevards, and it was late autumn, and the yellow leaves were rustling in the cold wind, and every now and then they were sprinkled on the ground like a storm, and then they were rolled up again.

Built in the heart of Manhattan, Central Park covers more than 5,000 acres, making it rare to find such a large park on what is probably the most expensive land in the world.

At this time, it is five o'clock in the morning, and the crowd of early risers can be seen everywhere in Central Park, Americans love fitness, and running has become the first choice for many people to exercise.

After a short trot, Julian Robertson felt a little tired, after all, he was now 65 years old, and he had stayed up all night before, and his body was a little unbearable. So he stopped, panted for a long row of seats, looked at the tall buildings around Central Park, and sighed.

In the mid-19th century, as Manhattan's growing population led to an increasing demand for fresh air, the New York State Legislature passed the Parks Act to build Central Park in the city. The original designer had a long-term vision, and really put a lot of thought into the layout of the park, and even boasted about Haikou, believing that even if New York's population exceeded 2 million in the future, even if the surrounding high-rise buildings were twice as tall as the Great Wall of China, they could ensure that the concrete buildings in Central Park could not be seen in the Great Wall. It backfired, and by the year of the designer's death (1903), Manhattan was already full of skyscrapers. Naturally, he can't talk about the design of high-rise buildings that he can't see.

After discerning the direction, Julian Robertson set his sights on a high-rise building to the south, which is a well-known hedge fund center, where many hedge funds, including Quantum Fund and Tiger Fund, have chosen to rent or buy office space. And Julian Robertson's eyes are on the building where Tiger Fund is headquartered.

Since founding Tiger Fund in the 80s, Julian Robertson has watched Tiger Fund grow like his own child. Although it has been divided into several different funds internally by this time, investors are coming for the name and performance of Tiger Fund, and it can even be said that they are coming for Julian Robertson, an investment guru who helps manage client funds at the same time. I also made a lot of money.

Tiger Fund has now grown into one of the world's leading macro hedge funds. Julian Robertson's goal is to manage Tiger Fund into the world's No. 1 macro hedge fund, and now he faces only one obstacle: Soros and his Quantum Fund.

For Soros, Julian Robertson's feelings are undoubtedly very complicated. On the one hand, he was jealous of this peer. Julian Robertson's Tiger Fund has always been known for its stock picking. Soros and the Quantum Fund are leaders in commodity and currency speculation. Of course, they also invest in the stock market, but relatively speaking. The level and reputation of stock picking is far less pronounced than in the other two areas. The intersection of the two sides originated from the European currency crisis of '92, in which Soros became famous for defeating the Bank of England, and then Julian Robertson was not to be outdone, leading his followers to launch a year-long attack on the franc, and finally won unanimous praise in the industry, since then the two have the idea of sympathy, and they have begun to have limited contact and cooperation with each other.

Julian Robertson, on the other hand, is highly wary of Soros for no other reason. Although there has been no head-on conflict between the two sides at present, it is difficult to guarantee that one day the two sides will sing a confrontation in a certain field or a certain stock. Again, it is believed that Soros has the same opinion.

The relationship between the two sides is so delicate, both cooperative and wary of each other, both common opponents and each other as their biggest competitors, as the dialectic says, contradictions and opposites are unified, and they are constantly moving forward in a spiral.

But now this extremely delicate balance between the two sides has been broken, and the landmark event is the attack on the South Korean won. In the case of possibly knowing the intentions of their own camp, the Quantum Fund blatantly ignored the rules and sold the won spot before its own side, which caught itself off guard, if it wasn't for their intentions, maybe Tiger Fund and its followers would still be in the dark now.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents.

Julian Robertson's pupils contracted suddenly, his face turned extremely red from extreme anger, he swung his fist viciously towards the sky, and said with a hideous face: "Damn it, I must make you pay!" ”

"Hey, sir, are you alright?"

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from Julian Robertson's side, interrupting his thoughts. Julian Robertson turned his head to look and found that at some point, there was another young black man sitting next to the seat, looking at him suspiciously.

"Damn it, you were so careless!" Julian Robertson gasped and cursed in his heart, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface, and replied with a smile: "I'm fine, thank you." ”

The black young man looked at him a few more times, the doubt on his face still not dispelled, but seeing that Julian Robertson did not mean to speak, he lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand.

Julian Robertson was stunned for a moment, then felt a little bored, so he leaned over to the black young man and said, "Hey, I'm Julian, it's nice to meet you." ”

The black young man looked up, grinned, showed his white teeth, and said, "I'm Jimmy, and it's nice to meet you." After a pause, he suddenly waved his palm and shook it in front of Julian Robertson, and saw Julian Robertson's two cloudy eyes rolling non-stop, so he relieved himself and said, "I am a military doctor, and I saw that your face was wrong just now, so I asked more." ”

"Xie Lu Xie cares, I just exercised a little too much just now, and everything is still under control!" Julian Robertson was slightly surprised by his behavior, but after hearing the explanation. It dawned on him and he continued, "Hey, Jimmy, it's surprising that you can't see that you're a soldier." Are you a Navy, Army, or Marine? ”

The black youth smiled again, touched his nose and said a little shyly: "Army Airborne Division, 101st Division!" ”

"Wow!" When Julian Robertson heard the words "101", he reflexively sighed, and then gave a thumbs up to the black youth, "Ace troops." It seems that you are really good. Otherwise, they would not have been drafted into such a unit. ”

The young black man had obviously seen a lot of Julian Robertson's reaction, smiled and said nothing, and lowered his head to read his book.

But Julian Robertson's interest in speaking was aroused. I can't stop for a while. Then he asked, "Hey." Soldier, what are you looking at? Is it a vacation now? ”

"Yes!" Seeing that he could not read, the black young man simply closed the book. Pointing to a few big words on the cover, he said to Julian Robertson: "Sir, I'm on vacation now, this book is about hedge funds, I'm very interested, and I'm planning to retire in half a year to get a career." ”

"Just you? Dream on! Julian Robertson smiled on his face, but his heart was infinitely contemptuous, but he did not discourage the enthusiasm of the black youth, but said perfunctorily: "The young man is really self-motivated, but hedge funds are not generally difficult to enter, you can try to be a trader or broker first, this kind of job is more suitable for you." ”

In fact, in his heart, he wanted to say that hospitality or gangsters were more suitable for this black guy, but he was afraid that people would misunderstand it as racism, so when the words came to his lips, Julian Robertson changed his words again.

The black young man sighed and said, "Yes, if it weren't for the loan to pay off to go to medical school, I wouldn't plan to enter this industry, it is said that the threshold is very high, and I am afraid that there are not many opportunities for people like me." ”

"Not many chances? There is no chance directly! Julian Robertson thought disdainfully. In fact, not only in the hedge fund industry, but also in investment banks, the proportion of blacks is very low, and if it were not for the suspicion of racial discrimination, maybe these white-dominated world circles would not even recruit a single black person.

Speaking of which, this has little to do with race, but the important thing is that the black community does not give the impression of being a high-IQ type. Blacks may have a high talent in music, sports, and other fields, but in mathematics, physics, or other advanced fields of natural science, they have always been the domain of yellows and whites. In such a situation, it is naturally impossible for the hedge fund industry, which requires a professional background in mathematics, economics, physics, astronomy, etc., to recruit blacks.

But suddenly a thought crossed Julian Robertson's mind, and he remembered that Unit 101 had been stationed in South Korea for a long time, that is, in order to deal with the powerful dictatorship in the north, the United States had stationed a lot of troops in South Korea. At this time, isn't it the South Korean currency that Tiger Fund wants to deal with, although the young man in front of him can't help too much, but if there is a person who can deliver information in South Korea in real time, it is much better than researching every once in a while. After thinking about it and thinking about it, Julian Robertson finally decided to give this young man a chance, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at this black young man named Jimmy, and found that this guy was actually the more handsome one among the black people, and now there was only one question left, "Jimmy, do you speak Korean?" "Kangsang Smecta, ¥%%%......" Although the reason was unknown, Jimmy opened his mouth slightly, and blurted out a series of fluent Korean, which made Julian Robertson stunned and stunned on the spot.

Despite not understanding Korean, Julian Robertson was able to tell if Jimmy was speaking Korean, because there was a Billy from South Korea at the Quantum Fund. Kim, they usually know a sentence or two in Korean, so when Jimmy speaks, Julian Robertson immediately distinguishes that it is Korean.

"Very gifted young man, you have been admitted!" Julian Robertson was overjoyed, took out a business card from his bosom tremblingly, and threw it directly to the black youth, "If you want, please call this number as soon as possible, and there will be someone to negotiate with you about the work content and salary later." ”

After saying that, Julian Robertson looked the black young man up and down again, and then left with a smile.

Jimmy couldn't figure out what was going on, so he flipped through the cards and made sure there was only a series of numbers on them, and everything else was blank. Seeing that Julian Robertson was about to go away, he hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Julian, you haven't told me who you really are?" ”

Julian, who was in the distance, did not look back, waved his hand casually, and replied loudly: "My name is in the book you read, find it yourself!" As he spoke, the figure had disappeared into the trees.

"In the book?" Jimmy touched his head, and he didn't understand it for a while, but then he seemed to remember something, quickly opened the book on his lap, and after turning dozens of pages in succession, he finally stopped at the chapter introducing the Tiger Fund, and then looked at the name of the founder: Julian Robertson.

"Oh God! It was such a lucky day! Jimmy was ecstatic, took the card that still had a residual temperature, looked at it and kissed it, looked crazy and crazy, and acted in such a disorderly manner that the passers-by were so frightened that they almost called 911.

Julian Robertson was just an inadvertent gesture, and even a little pity for him, but today's act actually saved his life later. (To be continued......)

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