"Mr. Song." Sure enough, the old black man wearing glasses behind his back was knowledgeable, and he immediately called Song Zecheng to bite his ears and give a small report.
"What's the matter with you!" Song Zecheng grabbed his wrist, "What does the word plan mean, don't say you don't know Bill!"
"I made a mistake." He just tried to transfer the funds used for hedging operations to a short order.
"I will report, don't do any operations yet." Song Zecheng took out his cell phone and complained to Julian Robertson on the spot.
"The situation is very good now. The statement by Ross at noon has made the major French bank stocks unstable. Vivendi Global will certainly not get more support." In the previous call, Julian Robertson had actually confessed to Bill Huang. Acted, but did not expect Song Ya to stare so tightly.
"Mr. Robertson, my boss did not agree with you to do this." Song Zecheng protested.
"What about others? I can't get in touch!"
"Blade Warrior? Yes, he is a superhero in Marvel comics, created in the 1970s...Haha, maybe it has something to do with the social trend at that time. During that time, Marvel really started to increase the number of ethnic superheroes. The creation of a hero..."
Song Ya is being interviewed by a local English radio station. There is no language barrier. The host is also very professional and only talks about movies. The two talked very happily.
"Did they say that? Haha, yes, the director of The Matrix, the Chovoski brothers, did invite me to act as the male lead, but due to scheduling issues, we did not reach a cooperation... Regret? Of course it is a bit, but you know that Hollywood……"
He noticed that Old Mike was waving his phone at himself outside, "There are too many invitations in Hollywood. I need to distinguish a really good script from countless opportunities. This is actually very difficult. I feel that sometimes it is similar to gambling. Anyway...Harry knows it better than I do, you can ask Harry."
He winked at the host and Halle, took off the headphones and tiptoed out.
"Mr. Robertson, I won't allow this to happen again!"
After listening to Song Zecheng's narration, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, "I know, I know what kind of game we are playing, but I don't like things going in an uncontrollable direction! Entrapped?"
Julian Robertson said that looking at today’s situation, it is very likely that Vivendi Global has received sufficient financial support. Song Ya was awakened immediately, but after a long time thinking about it, he bit his lip and said, “I don’t care if it’s possible or not. Okay, this time the plan is strictly implemented, and there is more than your money!"
"It's nothing to discuss... I accept the apologies from you and Bill Huang. Well, let's not take it as an example."
"Zecheng, I have a good talk with Julian Robertson... well." He called back to Song Zecheng.
"He is having a temper. We can't do without him." Song Zecheng said. Here, Bill Huang has already copied his hands and lay on his seat non-violently and uncooperatively.
"Don't we have a plan?" Song Ya replied coldly: "Follow the plan, don't let me emphasize it again!"
Then Miao changed his face and returned to the studio with a smile, "Yes, I debuted at the age of fifteen, yes, in the ghetto of South Chicago..."
"Bill, you must finish your job!"
The room was very air-conditioned, but Song Zecheng was already sweating on his forehead. He looked at the K-line on the computer screen where Vivendi Global was still slowly moving up, "Otherwise, don't blame me!"
"I don't blame you." Bill Huang answered lazily.
"You asked for it!"
Song Zecheng gritted his teeth and winked at the silencer. Although the silencer is a fierce-looking muscular stick, it is really not a cruel character. He hesitated with Song Zecheng's big eyes and small eyes.
"Yes, I asked for it, how about it?" Bill Huang was still bickering, "Afraid of the bank? Can the bank directly feed the funds into Vivendi Global, or what? The layman would think that with the support of the bank, the world will be the world. Invincible, I..."
"Tsk!"
The other traders stretched their necks and looked this way. Song Zecheng squinted his eyes impatiently and drew his pistol from the muffler's arms. With a clear sound of pulling a gun, the cold muzzle of Bill Huang's head was placed on the back of his head.
"No no~www.mtlnovel.com~ I met Hallie very early, OK? Nine... Nine-year-old?"
Song Ya, who is still talking about Syrah in the broadcast room, did not expect that this show would have a listener in London, Edison Mitchell of Deutsche Bank, "This kid should have ran away in the morning. At least he ran away. In this case, I probably don’t dare to continue playing..."
Addison Mitchell is not as rampant as yesterday. After careful study and judgment, he ordered his men, "We smashed in a certain period of time in the late game! The short report was also sent out immediately after the market closed! M-FXXK Julian Robertson and Lehman Trash, they don't want to steal the limelight from God!"
There is still a dinner in the evening. Little Bronfman has returned to the family castle. Today Vivendi Global’s share price performance has satisfied him. In terms of volume, it has already risen dramatically.
‘Today Vivendi Global is still showing signs of decline, and it has plummeted by 4% at the close of the market...’
"WTF?" Thinking he had heard it wrong, he climbed forward from the back seat, reaching out and slapped the car radio.
(End of this chapter)
Chicago 1990 Chapter 1399: 3rd music
"Sorry Julian, my people were too impulsive, and they also said sorry to Bill for me, and surprised him..."
On June 22, 2000, on the third trading day after the Vivendi Global Market resumed, Song Ya and Julian Robertson called.
After Julian Robertson also apologized for Bill Wong’s solo behavior, he said: “No, no, I also have a responsibility here. I didn’t expect the battle to be so fierce at the beginning... Yes, I’ve announced today’s opening period. I have all pushed, and there will never be a situation where I can’t be contacted at the first time, I promise. Well, I have no doubts on my side today, and I will follow Deutsche Bank and them today.
After hanging up the phone, he rolled his eyes and put down the Deutsche Bank's short report, and complained to Halle: "Investment model, financial discipline, risk control, these Wall Street gamblers talked about different things, but I feel that they are not. No one takes it seriously..."
"Yes it is."
There was a long-lost voice at the door, and Ms. Sloan, wearing a pale pink professional dress, walked in, "Julian Robertson has been very popular on Wall Street in the past two days. He is like a big star. I heard that his Tiger Fund has begun to accept a large number of institutions and individuals. Money, the target of this money must also be the French stock market. The game situation is changing too fast, and we should be more vigilant about it. You...what are you doing?"
Still so sassy and refined, so white and luminous, Song Ya is like a wolf who is starving in San Yue without knowing the smell of meat. There is nothing else in her mind. Her eyes are fixed on her open and closed red lips, step by step. Approaching slowly and mechanically.
Sloan leaned back, his hands supporting the chest of the man who was pressing like a tall zombie, his head tilted to one side, and he observed another woman in the room.
"It's open! It's open!" Halle was staring at the computer monitor intently, as if she couldn't wait to get her head in, "sideways! Sideways!" cried out technical terms excitedly.
"Did Old Mike arrange a room for you?" Song Ya ignored her, lowered his head and asked softly in Sloan's ear.
"Ok……"
The ears were a little itchy by the man's breath. According to the previous temper, I should have been hitting each other with the yin and yang strangeness at this time, but...It was indeed too long to separate, but I couldn't say what I said, so I looked away unconvincingly. , Avoiding the man's eyes that seem to be able to start a fire and the evil smile at the corners of his mouth, "Yeah."