I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 759, Chapter 758: "One billion US dollars! Thirty-six times leverage! Leveraging a contract worth three hundred and six billion!"

Although he had a good impression of the handsome American with a high nose and blue eyes, and the two companies were business allies in the Ele.me IPO project, he knew very well that they were just business partners, not friends.

Business cooperation is never the same as friendship. In the world of capital, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

So he calmly replied, "Mr. Bei Zhehan, I'm sorry, but I don't like to talk about politics, whether domestic or international. If you ask me, we'd rather talk about which horse will win today."

“But your Tuofang Foundation has already expressed its stance with real money,” Bei Zhehan said with a smile.

Ugh……

Ouyang Shaoqiang's meticulously constructed financial maze was ultimately discovered by these Wall Street hounds.

Fang Qingye sighed inwardly.

He had reason to believe that since JPMorgan Chase had already noticed, Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley, those bloodthirsty sharks, must also be keeping their eyes wide open in the shadows.

He smiled and said, "It seems Morgan Stanley's information network is indeed excellent. That's right, I naturally agree with Ouyang Shaoqiang of Tuofang Fund's decision to act based on his own judgment."

“Then please tell me,” Bei Zhehan pressed immediately, lowering his voice, “what judgment did Mr. Fang base his opinion on that the Brexit referendum would pass? The entire market is betting on remaining in the EU.”

Fang Qingye didn't answer directly. Instead, she looked at the racetrack not far away and suddenly said, "Mr. Bei Zhehan, everyone was just discussing that brown 'Packaging Warrior' in gate three. Its coat is glossy, its muscles are taut, and it's a favorite to win. But I think it's too arrogant, acting like it's already won. I actually favor that underdog horse called 'Obsidian'..."

At this point, Fang Qingye pointed to the track: "Look! On the last corner, 'Obsidian' suddenly accelerated from the outside lane... and took the lead! It's a pity I didn't place a bet beforehand, otherwise I would have won."

"So sometimes, when everyone is optimistic about a horse, and even the horse itself believes it... we should actually have a big question mark in our hearts."

Fang Qingye's words were quite meaningful.

Bei Zhehan seemed to understand something.

Indeed, at this moment, in 10 Downing Street, the confident Prime Minister is just like another "packaging knight".
He even risked his political life!

“Mr. Bei Zhehan, let’s continue watching the horse races; that’s more interesting.” Fang Qingye ended the conversation there.

After the horse race, everyone went their separate ways.

Fang Qingye never expected that his last few casual words with Bei Zhehan would soon reach the other side of the ocean.

Back in his private luxury apartment, Bei Zhehan immediately dialed the private number of Jamie Dimon, chairman of JPMorgan Chase, and reported the details of the cooperation with Ele.me and his conversation with Fang Qingye.

Jamie Dimon wasn't too concerned about the collaboration between Bethlehem and Fang Qingye's company; what he really cared about was the conversation about Brexit.

"So, Fang Qingye strongly believes the referendum will pass?" Jamie Dimon asked on the other end of the phone.

"Yes. If Goldman Sachs' intelligence is accurate and there has been no large-scale movement of Chinese official funds, then this is indeed Fang Qingye's personal judgment—of course, it could also be the judgment of Ouyang Shaoqiang, the general manager of Tuofang Fund, which Fang Qingye agrees with."

"It won't be the latter. We have received confirmation from insiders at Tuofang Fund that all major decisions are made by Fang Qingye alone, and Ouyang Shaoqiang is just an excellent executor."

“Oh… I’m reminded of the horse racing he mentioned. Fang Qingye definitely had an element of gambling involved this time.”

“But do you know how much they bet?” Jamie Dimon’s voice suddenly rose on the other end of the phone: “One billion dollars! Thirty-six times leverage! That’s leveraged a three-six billion contract!”

“God…” Bei Zhehan gasped.

"Crazy! Absolutely crazy!"

"A madman? Perhaps we at JPMorgan Chase can't be that crazy, but I've already ordered a 40% reduction in long positions in the pound and advised core clients to establish hedging protection. Sometimes, the logic of a madman is the most clear-headed." Bei Zhehan looked out the window; the lights of Victoria Harbour shimmered like a galaxy. He suddenly understood that in the game of capital, the most dangerous opponent was never a madman, but rather himself—someone who couldn't understand the logic behind the madness.

What about other investment banks?

"There's no consensus. Morgan Stanley is bullish, Goldman Sachs is taking a wait-and-see approach. This is the first time in ten years that Wall Street has been so divided in the face of a major event...Berg-Han."

"You say."

"Taking this opportunity to establish a good relationship with Fang Qingye will be beneficial to JPMorgan Chase."

"clear."

……

On the way back, Fang Qingye was also reflecting on his conversation with Bei Zhehan. It served as a warning: from now on, every move of Tuofang Fund would be under the close surveillance of Wall Street investment banks, especially the flow of funds. The previous two times, when they could operate silently and unexpectedly, were no longer possible.

There are deeper questions that need to be considered.

Upon arriving at Central Plaza, Fang Qingye did not return to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, but went straight to the office of Tuofang Fund, where she met Ouyang Shaoqiang in the general manager's office.

“Mr. Fang, I was just about to report to you.” Ouyang Shaoqiang poured him tea as he spoke. “The shorting strategy for the pound is complete. However, market sentiment is currently optimistic, with many believing that the Brexit referendum will not pass and the pound is trending upwards. We may incur paper losses.”

"It's okay, as long as we're not forced to liquidate our positions." Fang Qingye didn't care. "I came here today to tell you something."

He relayed his conversation with Bei Zhehan after the horse race to Ouyang Shaoqiang.

"Sigh... I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, Wall Street still saw through us." Ouyang Shaoqiang said with some frustration.

"It doesn't matter. If those investment banks on Wall Street don't even have this much ability, they can't be called financial giants."

Fang Qingye walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the dazzling Central district below. "What I'm worried about now is the security of the fund company. Those people will use any means necessary, open or covert, so we must strengthen our system's security and, more importantly, prevent any internal traitors."

“I understand.” Ouyang Shaoqiang said solemnly.

“Tomorrow, Cube will send a security team to assist in upgrading the data security system. As for internal personnel…” Fang Qingye turned around, “especially the core staff, you need to personally investigate them.”

“I will handle this with Vasilisa.”

Vasilisa is now the company's chief analyst and vice president.

After giving his instructions, Fang Qingye walked towards the door, then suddenly stopped: "By the way, could you arrange a meeting with your reporter friend Chen Ziqing for me?"

"Ziqing? She's been wanting to interview you, but she's afraid you'll refuse..." Ouyang Shaoqiang said with a smile.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, in my hotel suite. I want to talk to her about A and B shares," Fang Qingye said.

Sigh, I've been socializing a lot lately.

I also need to meet with the Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority, Mr. Chan Tak-lam.

Fang Qingye felt a pang of emotion.

To his surprise, senior officials of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority urgently summoned him that very evening.

(End of this chapter)