Capitol Hill, Washington. Small o

What was supposed to be an ordinary hearing, a hearing convened by the U.S. House of Representatives Committee on Regulatory and Government Reform, was naturally about subprime mortgages. Several hedge fund bigwigs, including Paulson, will attend the meeting, which is open to the public and televised. Of course, such hearings are advisory in nature only and are intended to allow parliamentarians to learn more about a particular issue so that they can use it as a reference when formulating policies. However, although it is not an approval, the intensity of the debate on some controversial issues is no less than that of a court hearing.

When Mr. Paulson showed up at the Capitol Hill gate, his sedan was so crowded with dozens of reporters that he had to stay in the sedan and wait for the bodyguards to clear the crowd before exiting under the spotlight.

"Mr. Paulson, could you please tell us about your investment philosophy or strategy?" A female reporter who managed to squeeze into the circle immediately handed over the recorder and shouted in a sharp and piercing voice.

"Mr. Paulson, I'm a reporter for the Wall Street Journal, do you have the time for us to do an exclusive interview with you?" The other male reporter did not show any weakness and shouted almost at the same moment.

Naturally, the others took advantage of the opportunity to shout, and for a moment all kinds of chaotic and noisy voices reached Paulson's ears, which surprised him. Although Ralph had repeatedly warned him that he might be bombarded by the media. But when he arrived at the scene, he was still surprised to see such a disorderly and noisy situation.

"Smile, nod your head, don't wave, don't answer." Ralph stepped down from the front seat. Leaned into his ear and hurriedly said another word.

Paulson nodded silently, smiled around and said hello, and then walked struggling towards the gate surrounded by bodyguards. It took only five minutes to walk a short road of a few tens of meters. It wasn't until Paulson's figure disappeared inside the Capitol Hill door that Ralph, who was left behind, turned around. "I'm sorry gentlemen, ladies, Mr. Paulson is now required to attend a congressional hearing, so we don't have time to accept your interviews," he said to the reluctant reporters. But rest assured, Mr. Paulson will give you an interview when the time is right, just not now. I'm sorry everyone! ”

With that, Ralph nodded slightly at the reporters, and then burrowed into the Capitol as well.

If the camp outside is big enough, it compares to the formation of the hearing in Hall Seven today. It's still just a small thing. For such hearings, there is basically not much interest from the general public, so almost all applicants are news outlets from all over the world. And the reporters who fell outside the door were just a group of people who did not apply for admission.

"That's coming!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the hall that had been quiet suddenly boiled over, and everyone except for the five members of the committee and the other staff members who maintained order stood up and looked towards the entrance. The photojournalist, on the other hand, clicked the shutter frantically. Paulson hadn't shown up at the door, though.

Taking a deep breath, Paulson pushed open the door to the chamber. With the posture just now, he was already mentally prepared, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly became the focus of hundreds of people's attention. However, he quickly adjusted his feelings, and with a faint smile on his face, he nodded frequently around. In this way, he slowly walked to the position of a witness.

In response to the confusion that had arisen in this moment, several high-ranking committee members glanced at each other, and each saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Nor did they expect that what would have been an ordinary hearing would attract so many journalists, many from other countries. What surprised them even more was that almost all of them came for Paulson alone, so that when the other hedge funds came in, few people paid attention to them.

"Silence, please keep the venue in order." After a full five minutes, the order in the room was still chaotic. Sisos had to knock down the gavel, and only after the venue was quiet did he put on his reading glasses, bowed his head and flipped through the text, and said: "It is now announced that the 381st hearing of the House Regulation and Government Reform Committee is now open, and the topic of the meeting is ......"

The scene began to be solemn, but many people still looked at Paulson, who had not changed his face, and they were curious to see what the comet-like upstart would say.

And in this hall that can accommodate more than 500 people, in the corner of the southeast corner, a foreign reporter who speaks broken English is whispering to his colleague, "Man, who is that guy who just came in?" How can there be so many people sought after? ”

"You don't know?" The person he questioned looked at each other with incredulous eyes, and after a long pause, he asked in a strange tone, "Man, aren't you from this planet?" You're even John. Paulson doesn't even know? ”

"John. Paulson? The foreign reporter lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked confused, "I came here when I heard that the 'first person from the hedge fund' will attend the hearing today." Isn't it George. Soros? ”

"George. Soros? The corners of the mouth of the person next to the spectacled reporter twitched slightly, but he patiently explained, "Man, you're too closed on information. When we talk about the 'first hedge fund person' now, we don't mean the old antique, but the guy now. yes, that's the guy! ”

"I see!" The man with glasses squinted his eyes hard and looked at Paulson carefully, but their seats were at the back, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly. After trying to look at it for a long time, he still couldn't see clearly, so he had to give up his efforts at the moment, turned around and sneered: "Sorry, man, I made you laugh." That's right, I used to run politics and news, but today I heard that a big man in the financial industry was coming, so I came to join in the fun. ”

"I see, but man, which media do you work for?"

"The Daily, from Greece." The look of embarrassment on the glasses man's face intensified, "I guess you haven't heard of it, but this is our most popular newspaper in Greece." (To be continued!)

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