On the sofa in the bar, seeing that Chenelle, Winslow, Michelle and Lacey were all looking at her with curiosity on their faces, Mona looked at Luo An and smiled slightly, and said:

"My gift was a bit special, I didn't bring it in, I put it in the backstage of the bar."

Hearing this, everyone present was full of doubts, and Luo An asked with a smile:

"Is it heavy?"

"It's definitely not too much for you."

Mona smiled, got up and left the couch, waved her hand to signal everyone to follow, and before Roan could speak, Lacey followed first.

The two walked to the backstage of the bar first, and Lacey's eyes suddenly widened and froze in place:

"Generous Crab!"

"What's that?"

Chenelle and Michelle followed, their faces a little odd, and Winslow's eyes widened as Lacey.

Seeing this scene, Luo An became more and more puzzled:

"What the hell?"

Lacey swallowed and replied:

"Something you absolutely like."

Looking at Mona, who was clasping her hands next to her and smiling quietly, Luo An asked:

"Can I go over?"

"Of course!"

With Mona's permission, Roan left the sofa and walked over slowly.

Bypassing the bar to the rear, I saw transparent plastic boxes on the left and right sides of the ground, each with a height of eight to the waist of a person.

In a total of sixteen boxes, there are a bunch of robots with different shapes, which are the Transformers known to the whole Federation.

The eight figures on the left are fanatic factions such as Megatron and Red Spider, while the eight figures on the right are Optimus Prime and Bumblebee factions.

The sixteen figures were all in battle posture at this time, and it looked like they were preparing for a big battle.

“W-T-F？！”

Seeing the red and blue Optimus Prime on the ground, the orange and yellow bumblebees, and the hideous Megatron opposite them, Luo An suddenly raised his eyebrows and scolded in an uncontrollable whisper.

Mona next to her smiled:

"The latest Transformers main character full set of figures, do you like it?"

"I love it."

Luo An didn't rush to fiddle with those figures, but turned around first and gave Mona a big hug:

"Thank you, Mona."

It was April 2006, and the first Transformers movie had not yet been released.

When Luo An used to rest at home, he chased old anime such as Transformers, and Mona didn't complain that Luo An was naïve at the time, but she was not interested in these animations, and just sat silently next to her and fiddled with the computer.

So Luo An really didn't expect that the gift prepared by Mona was actually a Transformers figure.

Luo An turned his head sideways and kissed Mona's face lightly, and said in a low voice:

"It's the best gift I've ever received."

"If you like it."

Mona smiled, she didn't really know the characters of those figures, and she didn't know much about Transformers, but she just thought Luo Ann liked them, so she bought them.

Chenier and Michelle next to each other glanced at each other, and they both saw the blankness in each other's eyes, and they didn't really know much about King Kong.

Lacey looked at the mighty and handsome Optimus Prime on the ground, licked her lips, and said a little sourly:

"I also want to have a girlfriend who can give me Transformers."

Winslow looked at her in some surprise:

"You like Transformers too?"

“……”

Lacey rolled her eyes at Winslow speechlessly, didn't bother to talk to him, picked up the wine bottle and looked at Roan and Mona, and said in a loud voice:

"Two, stop hugging, it's time to cut the cake!"

“OK！ Cut the cake! ”

The cake that Lacey and the others bought this time was about 12 inches in size, covered with strawberries, blueberries, pineapples and other fruits, and there was a capital "Happy Birthday" word in the middle.

According to Western custom, first a candle was inserted and lit, and then Luo An began to close his eyes and make wishes.

There were all adults present, so they didn't make a sneak attack behind the back of their faces into the cake, and when Luo An made a wish, he blew out the candle vigorously and began to eat the cake.

Several people sat on the sofa, chatting happily with cakes, Lacey wiped her mouth and asked:

"Luo An, what wish did you make just now, can you tell me?"

"If you don't tell you, it won't work."

Luo An glanced at Mona, smiled and didn't answer Lacey's question, and before she could continue to ask, Luo An took the initiative to raise the wine bottle and look at Winslow, and said loudly:

"Winslow, I promised you that you would be beaten up tonight, and now it's time!"

"Is it okay to switch to drinking?"

"You can too! Cheers! If you don't get drunk, you can't go home! ”

Roan and Winslow's bottles collided, followed by Lacey, Chenelle and the others, and everyone said in a loud voice:

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

After a few hours of drinking and laughing, Roan and Mona finally called for someone to drive them back to the hotel.

Back in the room, the two closed the door and kissed for a while, Luo An looked at the sixteen figures on the table not far away, and asked with a low smile:

"So, this is what you surprised me when Winslow tricked me into leaving the room?"

"Of course."

Mona leaned against Roan, her cheeks flushed slightly from the effects of alcohol, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like it?"

Luo An grinned, and then, in Mona's exclamation, he suddenly stopped her and picked her up, and strode towards the big bed not far away:

"The surprise was very nice, I loved it.

In return, I'll surprise you half of that now! ”

"Half the surprise?"

Mona was stunned for a moment and was a little puzzled, and it wasn't until she was thrown on the bed by Luo An that she understood the meaning of his words, but before she could speak, Luo An had already started her own actions:

"We'll have breakfast tomorrow afternoon!"

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In Las Vegas, Roan and Mona spent a few days of fun and relaxation.

A week later, Winslow, Mona, Chenelle, Lacey, and Michelle returned to the FBI's headquarters in Washington, D.C., while Roan took a temporary leave of absence and left for New York halfway.

"Wall Street, a place where the left foot is golden, and the right foot is abyss."

In front of the well-known copper bull at the intersection of Wall Street, Luo An reached out and touched it, groaned for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and walked into a building not far away.

"Hello, Mr. Greenwood."

On the tenth floor of the building, in an office, a white man wearing casual short-sleeved trousers, whose painting style was incompatible with Wall Street suits and leather shoes, stood in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Luo An, and said with some doubts:

"I don't seem to have done anything to break federal law, so what are you FBIs looking for me?"

"Hello, Mr. Bray."

Luo An sat on the chair opposite the white man and said with a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for you this time in my capacity as the FBI, but in my personal capacity."

"I see, it scared me a lot."

Michael Bray, who was behind the desk, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, picked up the coffee pot and brought Roan a cup of coffee, and asked with a smile:

"So, Mr. Greenwood, you're coming to me for stock advice?"

Luo An took a sip of coffee and said with a smile:

"It's not consulting, it's investing."

"So Mr. Greenwood, which stock do you want my company to represent for you?"

"It's not stocks, it's your credit default swap product, CDS."

CDS, a financial product specially developed by banks.

The logic behind this is simple, that is, to buy a kind of insurance for the mortgage bond when someone else buys a house.

If the mortgage does not default and the bond is stable, then Roan, as the purchaser, needs to pay a monthly insurance premium to the investment bank.

If mortgage defaults rise and bonds depreciate, then investment banks will need to pay a hefty payout to buyers like Roan.

In layman's terms, it is a legal gamble between buyers and investment banks on whether the federal housing market will fall.

The concept of this financial product has appeared since the last century, but the bet is on the CDS of the rise and fall of the federal housing market, or the first time it appeared in the world, and the creator is the man in front of Roan's eyes, Michael Bray.

Hearing Roan's words, Michael Bray's face suddenly changed slightly, and without thinking about it, he shook his head and refused:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Greenwood, this financial product is also available on the market, you can buy it yourself, I'm here ......"

"Don't say no so quickly, Mr. Bray."

Luo An put down the coffee cup, smiled, and asked:

"Your company is being called on for debts all the time, isn't it?"

When Michael Bray heard this, his brows immediately furrowed and fell silent.

(End of chapter)