Janet came to the terrace, hugged Simon's arm and looked downstairs. She just curled her lips and said, "Little bastard, the parents of your ponytail assistant are here."
Listening to the woman's sour tone, Simon smiled and patted her waist, then turned and entered the suite living room.
There were two men and two women standing at the entrance. Just by their appearance, Simon recognized at a glance that the older middle-aged man and woman should be Jennifer's parents, James Raybould and Carol Raybould. The couple are both well-known financial lawyers in Manhattan. The Raybould firm they founded specializes in providing legal support for corporate financing, restructuring, mergers and acquisitions, IPOs and other operations.
Jonathan Friedman, Pat Kingsley, George Norman and others were still on their way to New York. The news came back to Los Angeles in the morning, and George Norman strongly recommended the Rayboulds on the phone to help Simon deal with the current situation.
Everyone introduced each other, and Simon also looked at Raybould and his wife.
The couple looked very young, both looking about forty years old. James Raybould was taller than Simon, wearing a crisp black suit, with some stubble on his face, and his hair was meticulously styled. Carol Raybould wore a white women's suit. Her eyebrows and eyes looked very similar to Jennifer's. The bun she pulled up made her look a little more intellectual like a mature woman.
While the Rayboulds were talking, they were also sizing up the young man who had 'abducted' their daughter. Carol Raybould also looked at the woman a few more times in a meaningful way when shaking hands with Janet.
After a brief exchange of greetings, James Raybould declined Simon's invitation to sit down. He glanced around the presidential suite, then gestured toward the door and said, "Simon, let's go out and chat."
Simon was a little confused, but still followed James Raybould to the corridor outside the suite.
When they came outside the corridor, James Raybould was not polite and directly ordered the couple's assistants and Simon and Janet's bodyguards to guard both sides of the corridor. He just took Simon to stand in the middle of the corridor.
Both Jennifer and Carol proactively stayed at the door of the suite and did not come over.
After glancing around again, James Raybould looked at the young man in front of him and said in a serious tone: "Simon, first I have to confirm one thing. You don't have to answer directly. However, if the answer is no, this matter Maybe Carol and I don’t need to be involved. So, does the money exposed in the media belong to you and Miss Johnston? Or are you just an agent? "
Simon understood that many people should have this doubt now, and said without hesitation: "Jim, you must have read the newspaper. The current amount of money is the 75 million U.S. dollars I used step by step in the past five and a half months." Turned over. The $75 million principal came from the proceeds that Jenny and I made after selling the distribution rights to Run Lola Run. So, yes, the money belongs entirely to me and Jenny."
As a professional financial lawyer, James Raybould has figured out Simon's operation trajectory of doubling the principal of US$75 million to US$1.62 billion in recent months just from the information exposed in the media. However, he also felt that this matter seemed a little too incredible, so he asked this question.
After hearing Simon's personal confirmation, James Raybould stopped talking and continued: "Simon, in my opinion, there are two possibilities for the current situation. First, someone has stolen your account transactions in recent months. The records were sold to several major newspapers. However, you should understand that this possibility is very low."
Simon nodded in approval. If it was just someone who broke the news to the media, it would not have appeared in the most influential newspapers on the East Coast on the same day by such a coincidence: "Jim, what about the second possibility?"
"Actually, I have probably guessed who is manipulating this matter," James Raybould said with a smile on his face: "Simon, do you know Rudy Giuliani?"
Simon thought for a moment, and the title 'Mayor of the United States' came to mind.
In my memory, Rudy Giuliani served as the mayor of New York City from 1994 to 2001, and won the title of "Mayor of the United States" for his command during the 9/11 incident. Later, he once ran for president. A standard political star.
Further forward.
Combining the information obtained from newspapers and media after his rebirth, Simon quickly pieced together a series of information. Rudy Giuliani is now serving as the prosecutor of the Southern District of New York. Since taking office in 1983, the other party has begun to take tough measures. Fight financial and gangster crime in New York.
Nodding slightly, Simon said with some confusion: "Jim, do you think Giuliani did this?"
“Since taking office, Giuliani likes to put pressure on the parties by leaking information to the media in advance. This can not only accumulate fame for himself in the process of handling the case, but also force the target to voluntarily surrender under the pressure of public opinion. Moreover, this prosecutor’s methods are definitely not limited to these. He has used eavesdropping, anonymous letters, and threatening phone calls as long as he can achieve his own goals." James Raybould said, glancing in the direction of the door of Simon's suite. Said: "One more thing, the headquarters of the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Commodity Futures Trading Commission are in Washington, but you are being questioned in New York, which is even more clear. Manhattan happens to be the jurisdiction of the Southern District Court of New York, and the federal This is where most financial cases are investigated and heard. So, Simon, I very much hope you haven't said anything in the room in recent days that you shouldn't have said."
Simon followed James Raybould's gaze to the door of the presidential suite and said, "Jim, this is the Plaza Hotel. And, are you sure you were talking about the federal court and not the Mafia?"
"I very much hope that I am wrong in my judgment, but what I just said is from personal experience. You have to believe that an ambitious politician is definitely not comparable to the Mafia," James Raybould gestured to his assistant, He took a Motorola mobile phone from the other party and said: "Simon, I have been in contact with some security companies. Do you need them to send an anti-eavesdropping team to check? I believe you won't care about this bill now."
Simon was suspicious, but nodded anyway.
Half an hour later, looking at the bugs collected from the suite phone, sofa, mattress, and even the soles of his own shoes, Simon suppressed it for a long time, but still could not suppress the strong anger that his personal privacy had been violated. He picked up a vase in the suite and threw it against the wall, turned around and walked out.
Paul Aikman, room manager of the Plaza Hotel, who had just expressed strong dissatisfaction with Simon for inviting the anti-eavesdropping team to inspect the suite, only woke up from his daze after everyone left. The somewhat bald middle-aged man tremblingly took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his face. He hurried out of the suite and followed Simon into the elevator. He said in a hurried tone: "Mr. Westeros, this must be a misunderstanding. You Don’t worry, we will find out who is responsible for these pranks.”
Simon glanced at the nameplate on Paul Aikman's chest, and said with obvious sarcasm in his tone: "Prank, Paul, do you often do pranks like this here?"
"No, no, of course not," Paul Aikman shook his head quickly and said, "Mr. Westeros, can you give us some time? We will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. I hope, I hope you can say goodbye first. Get this out there.”
Simon didn't answer, and the elevator quickly came downstairs.
Stepping out of the elevator, Simon thought of the group of reporters guarding outside the hotel, and finally calmed down a little.
Glancing at the people around him who followed him down, Simon gave a reassuring look to Janet, who looked worried, and said softly: "Baby, pack up the things you need to take away. Let's go to 68th Street."
Janet looked at Simon carefully before nodding and re-entering the elevator.
Seeing Simon's expression soften, Paul Aikman knew that he would definitely not return to the guest room again, and said again: "Mr. Westeros, if you want to leave, I will have someone arrange a car."
"No," Simon shook his head and said to Neil Bennett: "Neal, take them to check our car too."
Neil Bennett responded and walked out with several staff from the security company.
After saying this, Simon turned to Mr. and Mrs. Raybould and said, "I'm so sorry, you two, I just lost my temper."
James Raybould shook his head slightly and said: "It's okay, Simon."
After so many years in the industry, James Raybould has seen too many similar scenes. Compared to those clients who became furious and even threatened to kill someone after discovering that they had been bugged, he was quite impressed by the young and energetic Simon's ability to calm down so quickly.
Janet came downstairs quickly. There were two suitcases in total when the two of them moved in. After the woman came downstairs again, she just handed an obviously much lighter suitcase to Ken Dixon and waited for Neil Ban. Nite confirmed that the car had been inspected, and the group walked out.
Seeing Simon walking out of the hotel, the group of reporters who had been waiting for several hours immediately became excited and gathered around him frantically. The sound of shutter shutters was accompanied by loud questions that were almost completely inaudible.
"Simon, is the news in the newspaper true?"
"Simon, why are you buying $1.1 billion in technology stocks?"
"Simon, will you continue to be a director in the future?"
"Simon, technology stocks surged across the board after the market opened today. What do you think about this?"
"Simon..."
Simon listened to the noise around him, but without saying a word, he held Janet in his arms and trudged onto a black Range Rover under the protection of two bodyguards and hotel security guards. The Rayboulds and the anti-eavesdropping team of the security company immediately followed in their cars.
Reporters saw Simon's car leaving and rushed to their own transportation.
The distance from the Plaza Hotel to 68th Street in the Upper East Side was less than 1 kilometer. The Land Rover quickly stopped in front of a light gray building. Simon and Janet quickly got out of the car, leading the Rayboulds and others who followed them. Enter the apartment building together.
Simon and Janet successfully purchased the penthouse apartment in the building earlier this month.
The original owner of the apartment was a major shareholder of a confectionary food company, and the other party had previously sold the property to raise funds for the struggling food company. After the stock market crash, the company's operating conditions worsened.
Since the homeowner refused to accept installments and demanded a one-time full payment, the two parties finally negotiated a transaction price of US$11 million.
However, before completing the transaction, the homeowner removed all the expensive furniture, carpets, and art that were originally intended to come with the apartment. This was also one of the conditions for the price to reach $11 million. Simon did not like it. The house is in its original style and is planned to be renovated.
Now.
When he led James Raybould and others into the duplex apartment and looked at the empty living room, Simon suddenly thought of the Montana villa that Janet had rented for him.
Although the house was empty, Simon still asked the anti-eavesdropping team of the security company to conduct an inspection and confirmed that there was nothing wrong. Janet left to purchase some temporary furniture. Simon, the Rayboulds and others came to the rooftop of the apartment's top floor.
This was originally a roof garden of about 40 square meters, and all the original flowers and plants have been moved away. It also looks a bit empty now, but no one cares about these details now.
After submitting Westeros' stock index futures and stock trading records in recent months as required by the two major institutions, Simon deliberately left a backup in the suitcase that Janet had just brought back from the Plaza Hotel.
Before James Raybould received the call from George Norman, he had carefully read several revelations about Simon's operations in the stock index futures market in several newspapers today. However, looking at the more detailed transaction records in his hand, he still felt a little incredible.
From mid-May to late August, from 270 points to 330 points on the S&P 500 index, positions were cleared and changed hands at a time in the 20-point range. Simon's operation was obviously carefully calculated, and he turned to short selling at 330 points. This kind of timing is also not something ordinary people can do. Easily done.
Subsequently, Simon's operation in October was even more amazing.
From October 1st to October 16th, in the twelve trading days, the average daily short contract opening speed was about 2,000 short contracts, and 26,700 short contracts were completed exactly on the one trading day before the big crash. Immediately after the crash on October 19, more than 20,000 short positions in Westeros Company once again accurately grasped the only three-day index low in the market to complete the liquidation.
Five months.
As if he had predicted all trends in advance, Simon was precisely following the rise and fall curve of the S&P 500 Index. After reading the information in his hand, James Raybould found that it was difficult to find accurate words to describe what he had just seen.
Miracle
Miracles may not necessarily be so magical!