Zheng Yaoyang saw that Wade was worried, so he directly showed his welfare package, which was second only to Rogers.
A net income of 1% is already a treatment reserved for top fund managers on Wall Street, for someone who has been away from the investment industry for a long time.
If Zheng Yaoyang did this, he would undoubtedly buy horse bones with a huge sum of money.
He paused and then added: "I forgot to tell you that this asset totals 1.8 billion US dollars."
Wade showed a helpless smile. It was really hard for him to refuse, not only the generous reward, but also Zheng Yaoyang's trust.
He raised his coffee cup and said with a smile: "Do you Chinese call this replacing wine with tea?"
Zheng Yaoyang also raised his coffee and said with a smile: "Teacher Wade, it should be said that coffee is used instead of wine."
"Same same."
Wade gradually stopped smiling and quickly got into work mode: "What do you need me to do?"
Zheng Yaoyang took out the relevant information, handed it to the other party and said: "SAS, Tiger and other research institutions jointly shorted the Japanese economy, including Congress, and the political aspect is none of our business."
"How should we maximize our interests in this speculative feast?"
"The news you heard is not a rumor. The short-selling index will be online soon."
He still vaguely remembered that the Nikkei short-selling index was launched on the New York Stock Exchange in about mid-January.
Normally when a new index comes online, it will be announced in advance to attract investors' attention and raise funds.
But this time it was different. It went online quietly, but raised hundreds of billions of dollars in a very short period of time.
Even many investors don't know that buying in the newly launched short selling index has stopped.
By the time they reacted, the Nikkei Index plummeted from 38,900 points to 24,500 points.
The financial market, with a total market value of more than US$7 trillion, has lost nearly US$2 trillion in one month.
This huge amount of money naturally flows into the pockets of those investment institutions.
Zheng Yaoyang conducts reverse deductions from events that have already occurred in the future.
It is not difficult to guess that the reason for the index to go online is for a license so that they can reasonably and legally short the Nikkei Index.
Wade's mission is to clear up the relationship in these few days so that Zheng Yaoyang can also participate in this feast.
Wade frowned and didn't understand. Logically speaking, if Zheng Yaoyang came forward in person, the effect might be better.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled helplessly and told again how he was kicked out of Japan's financial market.
Wade was speechless: "You are too greedy."
Zheng Yaoyang laughed: "It's not that I'm greedy, it's that my strength is too weak."
If he has enough strength to challenge Wall Street institutions, he will not be easily driven away.
Even if they want to drive him away, Wall Street institutions still have to weigh whether to offend the forces behind him.
It was because of this incident that Zheng Yaoyang realized the power of unity and that alone he could not achieve success.
Wade remained silent. His wealth, status, and the country behind him were all a form of strength.
The first two, Zheng Yaoyang, are both qualified and capable, but the country behind them is not strong enough.
The two chatted for a long time, and Wade also understood Zheng Yaoyang's demands. Zheng Yaoyang could only provide financial support, and everything else had to be on his own.
Wade looked at the time and saw that there were still four hours of work left today. He pondered for a moment and said, "Give me five million first, and I will buy a fund."
Zheng Yaoyang did not hesitate, wrote a check worth five million US dollars and handed it to Wade.
Wade flicked the check, and a crisp sound came from the special paper: "Just wait for my good news."
Woodpecker was established in Hong Kong, and they needed to establish another fund on Wall Street.
The fund review process is too cumbersome, so the best way is to directly acquire one and borrow their shell.
Five million US dollars can barely buy a small fund company on Wall Street, saving a lot of time.
Zheng Yaoyang drank coffee and watched Wade leave in a hurry, with a smile on his face. He always believed that professional matters should be left to professional people.
He has money, others have channels, perfect!
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang left the coffee shop and waited at the school gate for Amy to finish class.
Many years ago, he heard that black people have the silkiest skin, but he never had the chance to try it.
The main reason is that black genes are too strong. Even if they are mixed for many generations, they still retain the characteristics of the race.
There are really very few black people like Amy with exquisite facial features and looks that are in line with Asian aesthetics.
Now that you have encountered it, there is no reason to miss it.
After a while, Amy walked out of the school gate and stood on the roadside looking around. She saw the Rolls Royce Zheng Yaoyang was riding in, but she quickly looked away.
Zheng Yaoyang was confused and opened the car window and waved to her: "Amy, here."
Amy was stunned, then trotted over and looked at the car: "It looks like a car that only middle-aged people can ride in."
Zheng Yaoyang laughed. No wonder she just glanced at him and then looked away.
In her impression, he should be driving an exaggerated American muscle car.
Zheng Yaoyang opened the car door, and Amy entered the car, looked at the crowd not far away who had been watching, and said with a smile: "Those classmates should think that I am working as a mistress and hooking up with a rich old man."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and asked jokingly: "Then do you care about their eyes?"
Amy shook her head and smiled freely: "I don't care. It's just that I'm still a little disappointed. The plan of racing in the passenger seat fell through."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled slightly and told the driver to go to Pulin Street in Manhattan.
Arriving at the building where Zheng Yaoyang lived, Amy glanced at him and said with a strange expression: "Zuo An, is it too early for us to go home now?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Zheng Yaoyang took her wrist and took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Because it was the most high-end apartment in New York, each resident had an independent garage.
If he remembered correctly, the three sports cars he had when he was in school were still parked in the underground garage.
"Ford Mustang?"
"Porsche 911?"
“Lamborghini Jalpa P350…”
When the elevator door opened, Amy couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed. Three sports cars of different colors parked quietly in the garage.
It was just that it was covered with thick dust. She looked at Zheng Yaoyang with a look of disgust on her face and said, "It has been stopped for two years?"
Zheng Yaoyang walked aside, opened the vent, thought for a while and said: "If I remember correctly, it was 18 months to be precise, less than two years."
In June 1988, their family returned to Xiangjiang, and it has indeed been less than two years.
"Oh my God, what a waste. The batteries in these cars should be dead."
Amy felt distressed, so she took off her coat decisively and looked for tools in the garage, seemingly planning to use electricity to start a fire.
Zheng Yaoyang stood aside, watching her skillful operation and asked: "Do you like sports cars very much?"
"Don't you think these are works of art?"
Without raising her head, Amy used the tools skillfully and was charging the car's gas bottle.
She didn't care about the dust on the car either. She followed the lines of the car body and touched it from the front to the rear, stroking her gently as if she were treating a loved one.
Zheng Yaoyang chuckled: "Few girls like the charm of industrial machinery so much."
Amy showed her little fangs and said with longing: "After graduation next year, I plan to study abroad at the Automotive Industry School in Munich to learn relevant information."
"Maybe one day in the future, you can still see my voice and shadow on the racing track."
Zheng Yaoyang opened the side door of the garage, which was connected to his father's wine cellar, took out a bottle of red wine of unknown vintage, poured it into a goblet, and handed it to Amy: "I really hope to see that day come."
"I hope so too."
Amy smiled, raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. She suddenly stuck out her tongue and frowned: "It's so sour."
Zheng Yaoyang laughed in astonishment and took a sip: "Maybe it's because the bar has not been awakened, or maybe it's expired."
"..."
Amy glared, stretched out her hand and said, "Where is the car key for this car? Let me try to see if it can start."
Zheng Yaoyang threw the car keys to her, and Amy started the ignition several times, and the sports car made a low roar.
She sat in the car and waved to Zheng Yaoyang excitedly: "Zuo An, get in the car quickly, I'll take you for a ride."