After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

"What about Tianxing?"

"Why haven't they shown up?"

"Could it be that the unusual fluctuation around $1760 was their signal to exit?"

As the flagbearer of this round, Tianxing, who openly defeated JPMorgan Chase, has had their actions closely monitored by the market.

However, at 9:30 p.m. Beijing time, with the US stock market opening, the previously active Tianxing Fund suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Manager, can you pull up all the transaction details from the past half hour?"

In the Blackstone Fund trading room, a young man with an Asian face frowned deeply.

He suddenly remembered a fleeting glance he had just now, thinking he saw a group of numbers with special significance.

Su Shimin, who was personally overseeing the battle, came quickly at these words, showing a gentle smile on his face: "Chinese?"

He hurriedly said, "Mr. Su Shimin, my name is Bruce Zhang. I used to be Chinese, but two years ago, I received my permanent residency in the United States, and I also have the right to vote and be elected."

"Gret, pull out the transaction details for Bruce to take a look; maybe he can find out where Lu Liang went."

Su Shimin smiled gently, naturally hearing Bruce's unwillingness to mention his previous identity.

As a result, the way he looked at him was not as concerned as before.

Su Shimin loved Eastern culture and had studied it for more than a decade, knowing that the East is a place where individuals or collectives have a deep cultural identity.

This Bruce was born in East Country and grew up in East Country. A good bird finds the tree to roost, and joining the United States is a personal choice, without right or wrong.

But he should not be ashamed of his previous identity, nor take pride in his current identity.

People who do not know gratitude are not worth cultivating.

Just like those who eat with the bowl but curse their mother when they put the bowl down.

Thinking that by belittling their country, they can gain foreign recognition, little do they know that in the eyes of outsiders, belittling the motherland that raised them is belittling themselves.

Soon, department manager Gret pulled out all the transaction details from the past half hour, and Bruce searched using the keywords based on the faint impression in his mind.

Suddenly, he saw a group of numbers that had appeared intermittently ten minutes ago.

Bruce's face showed a hint of a smile, pointing at those transactions, "Look here, gentlemen, this is likely Lu Liang's mischievous act when he cashed out and exited."

"9527? Does it have any special meaning?"

Gret was puzzled, while Su Shimin pondered: "It sounds familiar, I think I've heard this set of numbers somewhere."

Bruce explained: "Lu Liang was born in '85, only two years older than me. People our age basically grew up watching Xiangjiang movies, and this set of numbers comes from a classic comedy film."

"In East Country, 9527 is no less widespread than that line from 'Terminator': 'I'll be back.'"

Su Shimin suddenly understood, but when looking at the transaction price of that set of numbers, he couldn't help but frown again.

A delivery order with the quantity of 9527 appeared intermittently a total of eight times during that period, with an average transaction price of $1766.

Although their analysts might not be absolutely correct, they should be close; Tianxing's cost price for going long on the London gold market should be around $1691.

With offshore RMB, Tianxing invested 10% of the capital, assuming 5% was kept as a reserve, they should have invested about $36 billion in the London gold market.

If we take $1766 as the closing price and subtract the cost price of $1691, we can calculate that Tianxing's total profit in London gold should be about $1.7 billion.

If after all that effort, they end up earning only $1.7 billion, even Lu Liang, let alone Su Shimin, would find it not worth it.

Based on past examples, Lu Liang is definitely not someone who gives up when the going gets good; he's vengeful, and once he bites, he won't let go until the opponent is almost finished.

"From my experience in past confrontations with Lu Liang, although he likes taking bold actions, he's definitely not a rash person."

Bruce smiled and spoke eloquently, trying to leave a deeper impression on Su Shimin through this method.

He said, "This time, the united attack by nine major institutions failed, with JPMorgan Chase taking a fall. If I were Lu Liang, I certainly wouldn't take advantage and act coy."

Gret frowned and looked displeased. Damn, even he didn't dare say he had confrontational experience with Lu Liang, who the hell is this compared to?

"Perhaps." Su Shimin looked thoughtful. Although he didn't like Bruce's way of speaking, it was indeed a perspective.

Those who often win tend to fear failure more; they treat every action as if it were their last in life.

Lu Liang should be one of them.

"Tianxing has cashed out and exited."

This news swept across all of Wall Street like a hurricane once it spread.

Various media outlets scrambled to report, with the Wall Street Journal saying, "Gold robber reappears, Tianxing sweeps $2 billion and successfully escapes."

The New York Daily said, "Lu Liang has achieved victory once again, taking on nine opponents, with JPMorgan Chase deeply in crisis. Who can match him?"

The Times said, "Wall Street has been raided again, with JPMorgan Chase possibly becoming the biggest loser this time, losing hundreds of billions?"

For a time, countries around the world reported on the matter. Since entering the car-making industry, Lu Liang had not caused such a sensation in the market for a long time.

Everyone thought he would rest on his laurels. By not making a move, he wouldn't lose, becoming the undefeated legend of Wall Street.

But a year and a half later, Lu Liang made a move again, announcing to the world that the Demon King's market dominance remained steadfast.

"If Lu Liang is so powerful, why doesn't he help Sister Meng?"

A voice suddenly appeared on the Simplified Chinese internet, quickly gaining support from many netizens.

The internet has a memory, but netizens do not. In any matter, three days is the maximum duration.

However, the matter of Meng Wanqiu lasted for a whole week; just as its heat started to decline, someone suddenly leaked a view of her wearing electronic shackles.

Thus, there was a voice online: "She hasn't confessed to those unfounded charges. She wears the shackles not for herself, but for the 1.4 billion compatriots of her country."

'Not supporting Huawei means not being a true patriot!'

When Lu Liang found out, he frowned, "Is this still not over?"

"One trick can win everywhere? Do they really want to stay relevant until ninety years later?"

If this surge of public opinion hadn't erupted, and Mr. Ren had found him in advance, Lu Liang would have tried his best to think of a way to help.

But Huawei seemed to have tasted the sweet benefits, thinking that as long as Meng Wanqiu remained in Canada, she would only be restricted in her freedom and not have her life threatened; thanks to the domestic uproar, Canadian police even had to dispatch a lot of personnel to protect her 24/7, fearing any accidents.

And the benefits brought to the company were tangible, for example, the Honor flagship phone, which was clearly typical of high price and low performance, was forced to sell out by countless netizens, and the MT20 series launched this year was even more out of stock.

No normal person can resist these temptations,

So they continued to hype this thing up, one after another.

"I heard they're planning to write a diary."

Sun Yutao smiled at the corner of his mouth, holding a cup of coffee as he came over. Their work was finished for the time being, and now it was time for the AI models to perform.

"A diary? What decent person writes a damn diary, especially one they intend to show others?"

Lu Liang's face turned dark, feeling utterly vexed.

After all, this whole thing had evolved to the point where it was like chewed gum, not only dirty but also sticky.

The key is, it's impossible to avoid,

It always actively sticks to him.

Not to mention whether Lu Liang had the ability to help; even if he did, he wouldn't.

Because it had become a part of the big power struggle, which is a national responsibility, it's no longer Huawei's nor his responsibility.

"Forget it, just play dead!"

The night grew deeper,

Lu Liang drank a specially brewed, extra-strong cup of coffee.

Since the operation began at 5 p.m. yesterday, a full eight hours had passed.

The quantitative model had been unleashed on the market for four hours by then. During this time, it acted like a US dollar generator with total assets constantly jumping upwards.

The spot gold price in London was about to break through $1800, becoming the second-highest peak in the history of the London exchange.

"Mr. Lu, shouldn't it be about time?"

Liang Wenhu said, they were doing a tenth of a position in rolling quantitative trading, with each cycle lasting 15 minutes and each cycle trading $4 billion.

It was currently 12:30 a.m. Beijing time, 4:30 p.m. London time, and 12:30 p.m. New York time.

It's also the busiest trading period of the day.

Once this time passed, the trading volume would die down, and they would inevitably expose themselves.

It would be best to start unloading at 1 a.m., so they could complete the closing by 3:30 a.m. without leaving any traces and escape with the money.

Lu Liang pondered for a moment: "Let's wait another half an hour, or for the gold price to break $1800. JPMorgan's position must still be locked."

They wanted to maximize their interests or take their profits to new heights, the best scenario being someone helping to take the handover.

JPMorgan's over $80 billion short position had Lu Liang salivating.