Chapter 615 Unknown Warning
Listen to what Zuo Ziyan said.
Fan Wumian looked at her and said speechlessly:
"For a moment, I couldn't understand whether this was a compliment or an insult."
"I first paid attention to John Paulson and agreed with his views, and then I started to pay attention to this field. How should I put it? Just like you women have a sixth sense, I also have my own investment intuition."
"It's not that easy to intervene in the market. The scale of the U.S. housing bubble is too large. Once something goes wrong, investors will stop lending and the bad debts could be hundreds of billions of dollars. This is not something that Washington can just cover if it wants to. It will cost a lot of real money to settle it."
"The donkey and the elephant are busy fighting, which will only cause trouble for each other and will not easily let go of this opportunity. Besides, Wall Street likes to fish in troubled waters the most. Even if there is no crisis, they will take the initiative to create a crisis."
We were chatting.
Fan Wumian's phone vibrated as he received a text message.
English text message, which reads
——"Cooperate to make money, watch your mouth, and be careful not to cross the line."
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When Fan Wumian saw the content of the text message, his expression instantly became serious and he thought of a lot of things at once.
Zuo Ziyan noticed that his face looked strange, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Extending his hand to make a "hush" gesture, Fan Wumian showed her the anonymous text message, then decisively removed the battery of the BlackBerry phone, then he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed:
"I've been making too much noise these past few days, and it seems that I've been targeted by the bankers behind Wall Street and the Federal Reserve. Apart from those people who want to make trouble in the subprime mortgage market, I can't think of anyone else who would warn me. Is someone kidding me?"
Zuo Ziyan also thought of many things and said in panic:
"I'd rather believe it. Haven't they done enough dirty things? You really should be careful. I don't want to become a widow at such a young age."
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Fan Wumian took a deep breath and said:
"I haven't thought about this before, but I think I should make a will. The thought of having to hand over billions of dollars of assets to my dad if I die is more painful than having to work so hard to help others."
Apart from donating it, for now, there is only one legal heir, Sha Lao Fan.
Done.
Fan Wumian looked at Miss Zuo.
He originally wanted to ask her if she was willing to have a baby in advance, but then he changed his mind and was afraid of being urged to get married, which would make things more complicated. Thinking that less trouble is worse than more, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and said:
"Assuming that this message really came from someone on Wall Street or the Federal Reserve, since they were willing to go to the trouble of warning me in advance instead of just finding someone to kill me, it means there is still room for negotiation."
"The global financial investment market is so large that it cannot be taken over by a few people or companies. It is not difficult to maintain peace."
"Then a new question arises. What on earth have I done recently to cause these people to be so vigilant and alert that they even warned me specifically?"
Zuo Ziyan followed his line of thought and made some assumptions, frowning slightly and asked:
“Could it be because you warned the market that a new round of financial crisis might occur, and many Wall Street institutions are not yet prepared and are worried that you will disrupt their deployment?”
At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this idea.
However, after pondering for a few seconds, Fan Wumian shook his head and said:
"John Paulson, Jorge Rogers, and many other financial experts, including a Nobel Prize winner in economics, are warning that the market may face a major crisis. Although I am a star, I am not powerful enough to completely shake market confidence and bring down the entire market."
"Could it be that they have been busy raising funds recently and made a lot of noise?"
"That's not right. How much money do I have? It's only a few hundred million dollars in total. Compared with asset management giants like BlackRock, Vanguard, and State Street that manage hundreds of billions of dollars, I'm just a small grasshopper at best, only slightly better than an ant."
At this point, Fan Wumian suddenly realized something, got up and went upstairs to the study, turned on the computer and looked through his Penguin Weibo homepage. He found that in the post he posted a few days ago, in addition to reminding everyone to be wary of the dollar tidal effect, he also wrote -
"In the next few months, Asian stock markets are likely to experience significant volatility, and perhaps even a carnival game of passing the parcel, with the entire market losing its mind and pushing the stock market to an almost crazy height. Risks are accompanied by opportunities, and we should also be prepared to prevent them."
After a sudden realization, Fan Wumian continued to speak to Zuo Ziyan who followed him into the study:
"Ah~ I should have reminded the emerging markets to take precautions, which may have made the officials of various countries more vigilant, thus delaying the profit of those who were thinking of harvesting the market. It's like when robbers were about to set fire and rob, I told the government to prepare in advance, disrupting the robbers' plan. No wonder they targeted me."
Zuo Ziyan also showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said to him:
"Your guess seems to be the most reliable, and it feels like it should be correct."
"I still remember that before 1997, the stock price of my family's listed company was maliciously inflated by others. Later, my father followed the clues and found the dealer behind it. He invited him to have a meal and reminded him that since he had made more than ten points, he should cash out as soon as possible. Otherwise, my family would cash out at a high price and drive down the stock price, making him lose all his money."
"If you think positively, since the banker behind you has come to remind you, it means that your vision is correct. The financial market may indeed change. Those people behind the scenes may not want to expose their plans too early. Otherwise, why don't you send a text message back?"
"..."
"What's the reply?"
Fan Wumian smacked his lips and added:
"The commotion I made in Asia was secondary. Affected by risk aversion, the two Wall Street companies have raised three to four billion US dollars, which is a considerable amount of funds."
"It is also possible that Wall Street hedge funds have been targeted. After all, even though many emerging markets know that they are just a piece of meat in the U.S. bowl, they have no ability to change anything. It is even more difficult to expect domestic residents to unite to deal with external shocks. Everyone only cares about their own interests, and they would rather die than die. "
"If there is no problem in this regard, then it can only be that the noise I made on Wall Street was too big and has affected the interests of certain people."
After thinking carefully for a while, Zuo Ziyan said:
"Just send a message directly to ask, saying that you don't quite understand what the other party means. The amount of money that has recently flowed into the two hedge funds you invested in is so huge that it is far beyond my expectations. It feels a bit strange that it went smoothly. Maybe it includes a lot of funds secretly arranged by the bankers."
“They may also want you to keep a low profile and make a fortune quietly so that others won’t react. A gray rhino that suddenly goes crazy and rushes around is more destructive. If you hold your coins and wait and see, or set up other firewalls, the power may not be that great.”
"Those hedge funds that invested in you certainly want to get the highest returns, so it's possible that they're reminding you to keep a low profile."
There were too many hypothetical ideas, which made Fan Wumian even more confused. Suddenly, he laughed for no apparent reason and said:
"I didn't feel anything before, but now it's like I've reached the highest level of the pyramid of human society. Even if I'm just being looked at, I feel very honored. I've really made it big. Do you think some mysterious organization will send me an invitation letter, saying that I'm strong enough and want me to join them?"
Zuo Ziyan said unhappily:
"People outside think the 'Gangcheng Club' is a bit mysterious. It's just a group of wealthy businessmen having dinner and talking about business. My parents go there every now and then to play mahjong with friends."
"Isn't it just a larger and older Hong Kong City Association? They are trying every way to make money and gain benefits. Unless they can fly into the sky on a broom like Harry Potter, or really prolong people's life, there is nothing to worry about."
"Don't let yourself be taken advantage of by those old foxes. You may think you are the hunter, but in fact you are just the prey in their eyes."
Fan Wumian nodded, laughed and said:
"They don't know anything about the occult, but they are indeed cruel and ruthless, and are good at physically destroying their competitors. They are also financially strong, and can easily force a short position, causing me to suffer heavy losses during the short position period."
As he spoke, he replaced the battery in his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then typed:
——"I don't quite understand. What do you mean specifically?"
After replying to the text message, several minutes later, I received another reply.
It only says
——"News, look at what you have done. Too many people are paying attention to subprime mortgages now. Someone will find Zowon Rogers tomorrow, and you'd better agree to his request."
(End of this chapter)