Holding the 17th level of network permissions, Huang Xuan felt a little satisfied in a daze. He had increased the 17th level of network permissions in one day, which was a very good achievement, but he did not expect that the permission storm would come so violently.
Gary Tiken is an old Wall Streeter with 0 years of experience. His reputation is so outstanding that he has left his name in the encyclopedia. During this long trading career, Gary has made countless decisions worth millions, tens of millions or even billions.
When he decided to believe Huang Xuan, it seemed as if his life went back to 0 years ago. At that time, he was so young and his mind was so quick that Merrill Lynch didn't believe it could keep him.
In fact, Merrill Lynch did not keep him.
Gary Tikken is the industry's top analyst, even more legendary than countless Hollywood movies. Starting from scratch as a futures market trader, Gary Tikken spent 0 years accumulating hundreds of millions of dollars in assets for himself. It is a legendary American dream. The big American dream.
When Huang Xuan returned to Xiaohe's base, Gary Tiken loudly said in his proud New York accent: "Chinese, I want three people."
"Name?" Huang Xuan was very concerned about Gary Tiken's initiative. He had always believed that most people in the world believed that top financial analysts did not need experience, they only needed wisdom.
Wisdom is intelligence that includes knowledge. A good tenured professor of applied mathematics must perform better on the trading floor than ordinary traders who have been working for 0 years, and Gary Tiken is the best trader. He can replace almost anyone, and in fact, he provides information services for futures, engages in bond trading, develops a series of trading software, and conducts spot foreign exchange transactions. Learning itself cannot allow one person to master so many skills.
Garrettken rubbed his chin with his hand and said, "Bill Hope, Douglas Lennon, and Carl Jobs were all my former subordinates. Also, be polite."
After saying that, Gary Tiken actually smiled.
Huang Xuan couldn't help but laugh too. The kidnappers really didn't smile much. At least not much in his pathetic kidnapping career.
Nick was preparing for the simplest and most direct kidnapping work - disappearing without being seen. After a short wait, he saw three white people being pulled out one by one.
"Teach them a lesson."
Nick responded with a flattering voice and said: "Message from Miss Cai Yan, the great master of yellow."
While he was still reporting, Cai Yan's figure appeared in Xiaohe's base.
Due to the wear and tear in the plane passage, Huang Xuan rarely wears accessories such as necklaces except for necessary clothes, of course, except when going to other planes.
Cai Yan obviously followed this rule, and his choice of clothing was much cooler.
The pure white shirt with a transparent silk feel has some looming temptation, and a noble black brooch pin carefully packages the sexiness. The belt is specially replaced with a black and white satin scarf, which makes the dress instantly layered. Huang Xuan's eyes were tightly attracted.
The elegant temperament and the confidence of a socialite make Cai Yan, who is not very beautiful, full of charm, and those slender legs are simply invincible.
The young classmate Xiao Huang watched intently, but Gary Tiken next to him whistled, and the 7-year-old old pervert said familiarly in slow English: "Beauty, let's get married."
It seems that he has long known what to use to compete for women when he has lost his age advantage.
Huang Xuan felt that this guy might have understood the "competition for mating rights" in the plane textbook.
Cai Yan's English could keep up with Huang Xuan's. She glanced at Gary Tiken and quickly turned her head away. She still didn't understand the perversion of the American old man.
Huang Xuan glared at Gary Tiken, but he couldn't really do anything to the old man, so he simply took Cai Yan to the control hall in Area A and said, "What's the matter?"
Cai Yan's face was slightly red. They had not seen each other since they kissed Huang Xuan two days ago. After calming down for a moment, Cai Yan looked at his feet and said, "I heard from Nick that you decided to put the captured spies to death?"
"Yes." In Huang Xuan's opinion, Cai Yan may be the girl most suitable for politics, Galadia is more accustomed to peaceful competition, and Ren Ruochan is too soft-hearted.
"Do you want to end the arrest of terrorists?" Cai Yan asked softly.
"That's basically it." Huang Xuan sighed and said, "The boss of the spies has gone home."
Cai Yan didn't ask any more questions and said carefully, "Now the Americans have fallen into a state of madness. If we don't give them an answer, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop."
"Never mind them." Huang Xuan didn't care at all how crazy the Americans were. He had no intention of being here at all.
Cai Yan shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know what you think, but I still propose mine."
"certainly."
"Remember what I told you about letting Americans restart the space race?"
"With China?" Of course Huang Xuan remembered it. He liked that idea, but he didn't have the heart to take care of it.
Cai Yan saw Huang Xuan's busyness keenly, and said with a slight smile: "If you like India, the European Union is fine. I want to take this opportunity to let Americans shift their anger and attention from terrorists to space. On the competition.”
"How to do it?"
"Advertising, actual scientific and technological achievements, and company development projects, I think the American elite is still willing to crawl out of the dirty water of terrorists, if we give them a chance." Cai Yan said with a sly smile: " I heard you want those terrorist organizations to build companies?”
"kindness."
"Leave them to me." Cai Yan said confidently: "In a few months, you will find that the discussion in the American media has become how to land on Mars instead of landing on Iran."
"Okay." Huang Xuanzhan said with a smile: "To be honest, I am indeed a little busy."
As he spoke, he stared at Cai Yan's incomparably beautiful legs, which were exposed below the thighs. They were slender and round, with harmonious lines...
Noticing his look, Cai Yan jumped up like a frightened rabbit and fled the base.
Huang Xuan smiled to himself, sat down with his hands on the ground, and then simply looked up at the ceiling of the base. He murmured: "The level 15 base seems very high..."
The air in the room seemed to be very good. The exhausted Huang Xuan had gone through two days full of twists and turns and was already exhausted. For a 17-year-old boy, his body was far from ready to withstand these hardships. , and soon fell asleep in a daze.
When he woke up again, he was awakened by the yellow light on his arm.
"Great and wise master of yellow, the old man you chose is one ten thousandth as great as you..." Seeing Huang Xuan wake up, Nick called out like a sparrow whose married life was incompatible.
"Old man? Old pervert." Huang Xuan got up as if he had taken a nap. His eyes scanned the energy screen that was always open beside him. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He looked over and saw in the network permissions column. It actually says level 15.
"How long have I been asleep?" Huang Xuan's first question was to look at the time.
"Hours, eight minutes and seconds." Nick's view of time is very precise.
Huang Xuan glanced at the energy screen next to him again, reached out and opened both of them at the same time. While watching the situation in the base, he confirmed: "Level 15 network authority?"
"The old man you chose, oh, is the old pervert named Gary." Nick imitated Huang Xuan's tone and said: "He has already moved the funds back and forth 7 times..."
"Where's the loss?" Huang Xuan immediately interrupted Nick. He's not good at math and can't calculate the amount. But based on 5% of 1 trillion in funds, he may not have much left after 7 times.
Nick said excitedly: "Profit of 71 billion hot laps."
Huang Xuan was going crazy. If the old man was in front of him, he might kiss him. He suppressed his excitement and said: "Don't call that pervert next time. Let's go over now."
Xiaohe instantly brought Huang Xuan back to Area B. The old man Gary held his chin and was discussing something with his old subordinates.
Huang Xuan stood at the door, clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Tiken, I heard that you got an amazing answer."
"The answer is too simple." Gary said with the same expression: "Does Mr. Huang have confidence in me now?"
"I have always had confidence in you." Huang Xuan walked to Gary and looked at the energy screen they were operating and said, "You surprised me so much. You have operated it 7 times in a row..."
Listening to Huang Xuan's words, Bill Hope said with a sullen face: "You don't seem to care much about profits."
As a normal foreign exchange trader, without financial leverage, the profit per hour is 7.1%, and at an average tax rate of 4%, it can be called a miracle. If it were on Wall Street, the profit from this fund would most likely rise to 100%.
Huang Xuan smiled, moved his fingers, and made a stool next to Gary. He ignored Hope, who was getting warmer, but pointed at the screen with his finger and said: "Actually, I am more concerned about the number of round-trip operations. The more funds come and go. The happier I am, for which I can even take losses as long as they are within the loss limit, certainly not 0% at a time."
Looking at the energy screen now, he realized that Gary did not fully put 1 trillion of funds into operation 7 times, but invested more than 50% of the high amount of funds 7 times. The overall capital flow was about 0 trillion.
Gary looked like a consultant. He straightened his chin and said indifferently: "If you don't care about profits and losses, and only care about enduring the movement under the 4% tax rate, then I think we can probably go faster."
Ning'ao also seemed to see the value of Gary and suggested: "Maybe we should annihilate some stars from P001."
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