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Villa on Shi Xun Road, Hong Kong.

When Lin Haoran received the news that Soros was holding a press conference to announce his surrender, it was already the morning of July 10th.

This is because it was still early morning in Hong Kong when Soros held his press conference.

It wasn't until morning that Cui Zilong passed the message on to Lin Haoran.

The fax machine in the study ejected an A4 sheet of paper, on which Soros had meticulously recorded every word he had said at the press conference.

Lin Haoran took the paper and slowly scanned the words on it.

"Quantum Fund's positions in the Mexican market have suffered significant losses. The exact figures are still being calculated, but it is certain that we will not be able to meet the margin call requirements."

Our broker will forcibly liquidate our positions after the market opens tomorrow.

“I admit that I bribed the media to spread rumors about Mr. Lin Haoran. I admit that I wanted to drag him down and use his influence to accelerate the panic in the Mexican market. I admit that I lost.”

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Lin Haoran looked at the contents of the A4 paper and muttered, "I didn't expect this guy to actually dare to admit what he did and publicly confess to what he did."

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Soros will fall completely from his pedestal on Wall Street after this battle.

The Quantum Fund is finished, and its reputation is ruined. Those investors who once flocked to it now avoid it like the plague.

Those media outlets that once idolized him will now kick him while he's down.

Those bankers who once called him brother will now distance themselves from him.

This is Wall Street.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; it has always been this way.

Moreover, he will incur huge debts as a result of this battle.

The 500 million from those Middle Eastern tycoons, the funds from those European bankers, plus leverage, interest, and his unrealized losses in the market, is already an astronomical figure that he can never repay.

The Quantum Fund is finished, and so is he personally.

Those creditors won't go easy on him just because he was once a legend on Wall Street.

On the contrary, they will only pursue the debt more ruthlessly, wishing they could squeeze every last drop of oil from his bones.

Lin Haoran placed the fax paper on the table, picked up the hot tea brought by the maid, and took a small sip.

He suddenly thought of something interesting: now that Soros is facing this calamity and the Quantum Fund is facing bankruptcy and liquidation, will the world-renowned financial storm in Asia happen again more than ten years later?
Lin Haoran paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

The question flashed through his mind.

In 1997, the Asian financial crisis occurred.

Soros' Quantum Fund was one of the main players in that storm.

They attacked the Thai baht, the Indonesian rupiah, and the South Korean won, sweeping across Southeast Asia and setting back the economies of countless countries by decades.

Lin Haoran had seen those scenes countless times in the news in his previous life.

But now, the Quantum Fund is on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation.

Soros himself will also be burdened with huge debts and ruined.

So, will the storm of 1997 happen again?

Lin Haoran fell into deep thought.

Could it be that he has already altered the course of history?

However, he laughed again after a short while.

The Asian financial crisis was not solely caused by Soros; even without Soros, other speculators would have been involved.

Those international speculative funds, those hedge funds, those profit-driven capital will never stop hunting just because someone falls.

They will swarm like sharks when they smell blood.

Moreover, the economic structures of those Asian countries are inherently problematic.

Fixed exchange rate system, over-reliance on foreign investment, excessive short-term foreign debt, real estate bubble...

These deep-seated structural problems are the root cause of the financial crisis.

Soros was the one who discovered and exploited the vulnerability, not the one who created it.

Soros has fallen because of him, but there are still 15 years until the Asian financial crisis. Perhaps this famous financial tycoon can make a comeback in those 15 years.

Thinking of this, a playful smile appeared on Lin Haoran's lips.

He had studied Soros.

He was not an ordinary speculator, but a financial philosopher with profound philosophical thinking.

His "reflexivity theory" influenced a generation, and his understanding of the market far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Such a person will not be completely defeated by a single failure.

Fifteen years is enough time to do a lot.

Enough to pay off debts, enough to rebuild credibility, enough to regroup capital, enough to stand in the center of the stage again.

If Soros does manage to recover in the next fifteen years, he could still be one of the main figures in the 1997 Asian financial crisis.

But so what?

Even if Soros makes a comeback in the future, Lin Haoran will no longer be the same Lin Haoran he is now.

At that time, his strength will be many times greater than it is now.

For him, an opponent of Soros's caliber will no longer be a threat, but rather a pawn on his chessboard.

Thinking of this, Lin Haoran's smile deepened.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and looked back at the A4 sheet of paper.

The above content includes not only news about Soros's press conference, but also news about Middle Eastern tycoons applying to the court to freeze the assets of the Quantum Fund and Soros's personal assets.

Lin Haoran's gaze fell on the last few lines of text.

"...The UAE royal family, together with several Middle Eastern consortia, filed an application this morning with the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York, requesting the freezing of all assets of the Quantum Fund and its founder, George Soros, in order to preserve its $500 million principal and related returns."

The court has accepted the case and an emergency hearing is expected this afternoon.

He clicked his tongue softly.

That was fast.

Those Middle Eastern tycoons may seem lazy in general, but they are ruthless when it comes to collecting debts.

However, as far as he knew, with the assets of the Quantum Fund and Soros, getting back $500 million was just a pipe dream. If they could manage to get $100 million, they would be considered very successful!

Moreover, it's not just these Middle Eastern tycoons who are chasing Soros for debt!
Lin Haoran could imagine what kind of situation Soros would face next.

His assets will be frozen, his accounts seized, his properties confiscated, and even his personal artworks and collectibles will be auctioned off to pay off debts.

Wall Street bankers, who usually call each other brothers, are the first to run away when things get tough.

They will not only withdraw their investment, but also kick Soros while he's down, wishing they could kick him a few more times.

And those media outlets he bribed will now turn their guns on him, turning him into a joke.

This is the world of capital.

No permanent friends, only permanent interests.

I made a phone call to Su Zhixue, who was in the United States, and he gave me a report on the latest situation in the Mexican market.

Unsurprisingly, his press conference and the Mexican government's subsequent announcement of a $3 billion emergency loan from the International Monetary Fund have triggered a chain reaction in Mexico.

The peso has rebounded sharply, and the stock market has stopped falling and rebounded.

If things continue like this, the Mexican market may soon regain full confidence.

In this way, when the time is right, Huanyu Investment Company can begin its second phase of strategic planning.

Lin Haoran told Su Zhixue to contact him immediately if there was any urgent news, and then hung up the phone.

After having breakfast and saying goodbye to Guo Xiaohan, he left the Shi Xundao villa.

However, Lin Haoran was not in a hurry to go to the Kang Le Building, but instead asked Li Weidong to take him to the Old Peak Villa first.

He parked the car in a designated villa parking space on Old Hill Road and went straight into the villa.

Several servants greeted, "Good morning, young master."

Lin Haoran smiled and nodded at them, then checked their loyalty and, after confirming there were no problems, withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Guan Jiahui, heavily pregnant, walked out of the villa's first-floor lobby.

"Brother Haoran." From afar, she eagerly came to greet him, her face beaming with a happy smile.

Lin Haoran quickly stepped forward, took her arm, and said in a gentle tone with a hint of reproach, "You're so pregnant, why are you walking so fast? Be careful."

Guan Jiahui stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly, "I missed you."

Lin Haoran helped her back to the sofa and sat her down, his gaze falling on her protruding belly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. Her due date was just a few days away.

Currently, Guan Jiahui has a professional female obstetrician providing home care, as well as two experienced postpartum nannies on standby.

The villa even has a fully equipped small delivery room, just in case.

Lin Haoran was never stingy in this regard, and he arranged everything perfectly.

"How have you been feeling these past few days?" Lin Haoran asked softly, his hand gently resting on her abdomen, feeling the pulse of the little life inside.

Guan Jiahui smiled gently: "It's all good. The doctor said I have a good constitution and the fetus is also healthy. It's just that this little guy is too naughty. He kicks me a lot, especially at night, and it keeps me from sleeping."

Lin Haoran laughed: "He's like his mother, lively and active."

Guan Jiahui glared at him: "You're just like me, never quiet."

The two chatted and laughed, creating a warm and relaxed atmosphere.

"Brother Haoran, Dr. Zhang suggested that I be admitted to the hospital tomorrow. My due date is approaching, and the baby could be born at any time. It would be safer to stay in the hospital," Guan Jiahui said softly.

Lin Haoran nodded: "Then let's listen to the doctor. I'll arrange for you to go to the hospital tomorrow. However, I won't be able to be with you during the delivery. I hope you can understand. When I get back, I'll definitely spend more time with you and the baby."

His relationship with Guan Jiahui was ultimately a secret, and he couldn't openly accompany her during her pregnancy like he did with Guo Xiaohan.

Guan Jiahui knew this better than anyone else.

If she is giving birth in a villa, that's fine; he can naturally be there for her during the birth.

However, the conditions in a villa are ultimately limited, and sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry.

In the event of postpartum hemorrhage, amniotic fluid embolism, fetal distress, placental problems, gestational hypertension, umbilical cord prolapse, dystocia, or infection, these are among the most dangerous complications in obstetrics, any one of which can be fatal.

Lin Haoran dared not gamble.

Guan Jiahui didn't dare to gamble either.

Therefore, even though she knew it meant Lin Haoran wouldn't be by her side, Guan Jiahui still chose to follow the doctor's advice and go to the hospital to prepare for childbirth.

However, even if a hospital has extremely high privacy, it is still difficult to guarantee that it will not be discovered by the media.

After all, Lin Haoran is currently the most sought-after figure in Hong Kong.

Every move they made was being watched by countless eyes.

If someone were to discover him at a maternity hospital, accompanying a woman who wasn't Guo Xiaohan during her pregnancy, what a huge news story that would be.

Kwan Ka-wai understood all of this.

She shook her head and smiled gently: "Brother Haoran, you don't need to do this. I know you're busy and I know your difficulties. The doctor and the postpartum nanny are enough to take care of you. You don't need to worry about me."

Lin Haoran looked at her, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

This woman has always been so sensible.

She's so sensible it breaks my heart.

“Jia Hui,” he said softly, “no matter what happens, you will always be my person, Lin Haoran’s person, and the child will always be my child. That will never change.”

Guan Jiahui's eyes were glistening with tears, but she forced a smile: "I know, Brother Haoran, I know everything."

The two sat embracing, the sunlight streaming into the living room from the window, making it warm and bright.

Lin Haoran placed his hands on Guo Xiaohan's large belly, and the fetus inside seemed to sense the father's presence and suddenly moved.

Guan Jiahui gasped softly, a delighted smile spreading across her face: "He's moving! Haoran, can you feel it?"

Beneath Lin Haoran's palm, the little life was kicking powerfully, and a small footprint appeared on its belly, as if it was greeting its father in its own way.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart.

This is his child.

His child is Lin Haoran's child.

“I can feel it,” he said softly, his voice carrying a gentleness he himself didn’t realize. “This little guy is quite strong.”

Guan Jiahui smiled, her eyes filled with happiness.

After spending a full two hours at the villa on Old Peak Road, Lin Haoran finally said goodbye to the reluctant Guan Jiahui and headed to the Kang Le Building.

Upon arriving at the 51st floor of the Kang Le Building and entering the office, Ma Shimin eagerly came in with a letter.

"Boss, take a look at this."

Ma Shimin handed him the envelope with a smile on his face. "It's a formal letter of thanks from the Mexican government. The wording is very polite, and it can be said to be full of sincerity."

Lin Haoran took the envelope and opened it.

The letter was written in both Spanish and English, and the wording was indeed very polite.

The message begins with "Dear Mr. Lin Haoran," followed by a long expression of gratitude, thanking him for standing up for Mexico during its most difficult time, for repaying evil with kindness, for revealing the truth and clarifying rumors, and for his confidence in and support for the Mexican economy.

At the end of the letter, Minister Salinas signed it and it was stamped with the official seal of the Mexican Ministry of Finance.

After reading the letter, Lin Haoran placed it on the table.

"They certainly know how to get along with people."

Ma Shimin laughed and said, "Boss, this is no ordinary courtesy. I've inquired and found that the Mexican government rarely sends such formal thank-you letters to foreign businessmen."

This shows that your current status in Mexico is no longer ordinary.

Lin Haoran picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Status is one thing, interests are another. They thank me because I am useful to them now. It's hard to say whether their attitude will change when they no longer need me."

Ma Shimin nodded: "The boss is right, but at least for now, our path in Mexico will be much easier. If we invest there, we will definitely be treated like royalty."

If they dare to do anything detrimental to us, it will quickly spread around the world, and their government will be the one to lose face.

Lin Haoran nodded.

The Mexican debt crisis, barring any unforeseen circumstances, will likely follow its historical trajectory.

After all, the Mexican government's current fiscal situation is not much different from that of another world. It still adopts an import substitution industrialization development strategy, which leads to an imbalance in international payments. In order to make up for the deficit, it borrows heavily, resulting in a sharp expansion of foreign debt.

Mexico, whose revenue is heavily reliant on oil exports, has seen its fiscal revenue plummet with the sharp drop in oil prices, leaving it utterly unable to repay its mountain of debt.

This is a structural problem, and it cannot be solved by a propaganda war, a press conference, or a letter of thanks.

When the Mexican government could no longer hold on, they were forced to announce their inability to repay their maturing foreign debt.

Lin Haoran was well aware of this.

But so what?

At least, he did help Mexico this time, and he truly became Mexico's "benefactor".

This is more important than anything else.

Moreover, no one knew that Lin Haoran had been waiting for the Mexican economic market to regain confidence so that Huanyu Investment Company could secretly make a second move and reap the rewards when the time was right.

But after he harvested the crops again and made a fortune, his business was not over.

Accumulate shares at low prices, acquire quality assets, and wait for the market to recover.

Those banks, energy, mining, and infrastructure sectors will have to open up to foreign investment after the crisis.

And with his current status as a "benefactor," he will become the most popular investor.

Politicians would come knocking on his door, entrepreneurs would line up to buy his products, and the public would see him as a savior.

Mexico, now mired in a debt crisis, presents the best opportunity for his promised investments to materialize.

When that time comes, Lin Haoran will no longer be an opportunist who "profits from the chaos," but a savior who "provides timely help."

With the same amount of money and the same investment, entering the market at a different time can yield vastly different results.

This is the advantage of time travelers.

He knew when the storm would come and when it would pass.

He knows when to enter and when to leave.

He knows when to be high-profile and when to be low-profile.

Lin Haoran picked up his coffee, took a small sip, and his smile deepened.

Ma Shimin looked at him and asked softly, "Boss, have you thought of something good again?"

Lin Haoran snapped out of his reverie, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of some interesting things."

"Okay, I'll get back to work then," Ma Shimin nodded and said.

Although he has now handed over the work of Hongkong Land Group to Fok Kin-ning, the work of the Galaxy Strategic Committee is not simple either.

"Okay, go ahead, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ma!" Lin Haoran waved his hand and smiled.

"It's what I should do!" Ma Shimin quickly replied before turning and leaving the office.

The door closed softly, leaving only Lin Haoran and Liu Xiaoli in the room once more. (End of Chapter)