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Lane Capital.

"Clap clap clap."

In the office, Hawke clapped his hands and said:

"The management team came to my office for a meeting, and we have new goals."

"Hoo ho ho!"

A wolf-like cheer suddenly erupted throughout Ryan Capital.

The employees all knew that after each successful hunt, the boss would generously award a large bonus, ranging from $10 to $50, which was almost an annual salary in the industry.

The benefits of working at Lane Capital are even better than working at Goldman Sachs, because even Goldman Sachs doesn't have the luxury of giving out hundreds of thousands of dollars in bonuses to its employees so casually.

In recent days, as Ryan Capital has become increasingly busy, its staff has also expanded. However, it has basically not hired outsiders, but rather drawn employees from the Ryan family foundation, who are considered to be highly trusted.

In the office, all of Ryan Capital's management team were present; they were all his own people. Hawke didn't mince words and went straight to the point:

"This time, our target is Stark Industries."

160. Feelings are feelings, business is business. [Requesting flowers]

The management team present was completely dumbfounded.

"Uh...Young Master, isn't Tony Stark your best friend? Why are we shorting Stark Industries this time?"

Jordan said cautiously.

Having followed Hawke twice, Jordan was naturally familiar with him. Hawke's talk of short selling was about waging a real business war to blow up the other party's factory.

But that shouldn't be the case. Hawke and Tony Stark are inseparable, like twins of the Empire, the infamous Seven Stars prostitute. Why would Hawke suddenly target Tony Stark?

"Feelings are feelings, and business is business. How can you mix them up?" Hawke glanced at Jordan with dissatisfaction and said, "You're very unprofessional. You've been in the industry for so long, and you still can't understand such a simple principle. Do I have to teach you the '553' rule?"

“No, young master, I’m not worried about affecting your relationship with Tony Stark, but…” Jordan hesitated, “Young master, Stark Industries is the world’s strongest military-industrial complex, a military-industrial conglomerate. Do we really want to completely provoke Stark Industries for money?”

Jordan was also worried that he might have the life to make money but not the life to live.

Stark Industries is a military industrial company responsible for the production, research and development, and manufacturing of weapons such as fighter jets, military satellites, missile attack and defense systems, etc. Jordan was a little worried about making money from this. Even at night, when he was sleeping at home, he was suddenly targeted by a Stark-made firecracker, and his house and his entire neighborhood were nuked to death.

“Young Master, we’re just making money, there’s no need to risk our lives.” Jordan said earnestly, “Let’s forget about Stark Industries. Wouldn’t it be better to find an easy target internationally? Like you told me last time, how about we go to Japan? The entire country of Japan is on a leash with the United States. Even if they suspect something, without concrete evidence, they definitely won’t dare to do anything.”

Don't be fooled by Japan calling America its godfather and clinging to America's coattails. America treats Japan like a leek to be harvested. Once Japan has made money and the leek has grown strong, it's time to reap the harvest.

For example, the Plaza Accord dealt a heavy blow to Japan, directly causing the bursting of Japan's economic bubble and its stagnation for 30 years.

Does Japan know that America, wielding a sickle, stands beside it, ready to exploit it at any moment? Yes! Does it dare to resist? No!

Having money and not daring to resist makes this cutting feel incredibly comfortable.

Therefore, targeting Japan is definitely the best value for money option.

“We need to take advantage of Japan, but we can’t let Stark Industries go either. Who would complain about making more money?” Hawke said patiently. “Don’t worry, we’re not taking action ourselves this time. We received information that someone else is going to take action against Stark. We’re just following behind them and picking up the profits.”

“We didn’t do it ourselves. Given my relationship with Tony, at most I’d have a few drinks with him. He couldn’t possibly blame me.”

"Is that so?" Jordan and the management present all breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved."

After all, that's Stark Industries, the company that produces firecrackers. Bombing their factory is much more exciting than touching a tiger's tail.

Just thinking about it makes my heart tremble.

"Boss, give the order!"

Jordan was brimming with confidence again. As long as he wasn't going head-to-head with Stark Industries, he was very enthusiastic about making money.

How much cash do we have in the books right now?

Hawke asked.

He also knew that acquiring Roxon Financial required nearly $50 billion, a considerable sum for the Lane Group. The Lane Group headquarters contributed a portion of the funds, the Lane Family Foundation contributed a portion, Lane Capital contributed the majority, and almost all of the $20 billion earned from Roxon, along with some working capital, was invested.

Jordan: "There is about $37.19 billion in the books right now."

“That’s enough.” Hawke nodded. “30 billion US dollars, 5 times leverage, shorting Stark Industries. Everyone must make this a success. Because Tony Stark is my beloved friend, brother, and so on… we absolutely cannot waste this golden opportunity, understand?”

Hawke is a conservative person who doesn't like taking risks. He only uses leverage up to 5 times, which minimizes the risk. People who use leverage of 10 or 20 times in the financial markets are either gamblers trying to win big, irrational lunatics, or complete fools who know nothing...

"understand!"

"Go do something."

"Yes!"

Having received Hawke's orders, the management team left Hawke's office to carry them out.

Before leaving.

Jordan asked a question:

"Boss, how long will this operation last? I'm worried that the funds will be tied up for too long..."

Hawke thought for a moment. Tony had been in Afghanistan for three months, so this short-selling operation should last at least a month.

"Don't worry about the money, I'll figure it out. Go ahead and do it with confidence."

"Ok."

Jordan tactfully left without asking Hawke where he was going to find money.

In order to acquire Roxon Financial, the Lane Group essentially emptied itself out, leaving only the necessary working capital.

Where else can we find money?

Hawke stroked his chin, deep in thought, when two pieces of good news arrived.

Stella, under the name of Lane Technology, established a subsidiary called "snap4.8" and quickly registered it in the Cayman Islands. The Cayman Islands is one of the tax havens. Many internet companies in Silicon Valley use tax havens to avoid US tax supervision and save a lot of money. When they can save money, Hawke and Stella are naturally not foolish enough to contribute to the United States.

The framework was quickly set up, and high-performance computers and servers were purchased from IBM in preparation for the release and operation of Snapchat.

Stella is indeed very efficient.

When Hawke arrived at Snap, the company staff stopped what they were doing to come and greet him.

Organized by Stella and Nalan, these young people just love to have fun.

"Oh!"

As soon as the cannons fired, colorful streamers filled the sky.

161, 162 Hello, Mr. Stark, I am Z!

"Boss, welcome!"

"You're too kind," Hawke said with a smile. "Thank you all for your hard work these past few days. You've had to work overtime, but don't worry, the overtime pay and bonuses will be the highest in the industry. We will make sure you don't suffer any losses."

Talking about morale and culture is nonsense. If you pay enough overtime and bonuses, employees will naturally work harder than oxen and horses.

Hawke's initial investment in Snap was $1 million, a figure that would make many incubating internet seed companies constantly seeking angel investment drool with envy.

"Ahhh... Long live the boss!"

"The boss is so handsome, even more handsome than Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Cruise!"

Sure enough, as soon as Hawke finished speaking, he was immediately embraced by his employees, who praised him to the skies. In their words, Hawke's looks had already surpassed all the male gods in Hollywood, outshining Leonardo DiCaprio, punching Tom Cruise, and crushing all dissent.

When employees come out to work, they don't care about the pay; what do they care about?

Experts advise young people not to focus solely on making money. They should abandon the idea of ​​high salaries or perks that come with a life of luxury, and instead hone their skills by working in less lucrative jobs. Working overtime without pay is meant to improve work efficiency and allow them to learn more...

The young man responded: "Your suggestion is good, but please don't make that suggestion again next time."

"Keep it down, everyone keep it down." Hawke smiled and gestured with his hand: "I know I'm handsome, but everyone, please don't be so loud, it will make people jealous."

After giving his employees a pep talk, Hawke went to Stella's office.

"How are things going lately? Is the layoffs at Twitter progressing smoothly?"

Stella smiled sweetly: "Junior, you're really capable. Where did you get all that dirt on those Indian employees from? It's so detailed! You laid off quite a few without much effort."

“That’s good,” Hawke smiled. “To be honest, it’s my AI Z. It’s currently in the trial operation phase and will be fully online soon to assist the company’s management and decision-making.”

After saying that, he checked the time again, "Senior, it's almost noon, shall we go have lunch together?"

“Okay,” Stella said. “Go find a restaurant first, then send me the address. I’ll drive there after they close here.”

"I already found a restaurant, why are you waiting to leave work... You're the CEO!" Hawke forcefully pulled Stella out, not giving her a chance to resist: "What boss clocks out? Let's go!"

Hawke took Stella to Chinatown, to a Chinese restaurant called Heji.

The chefs here are very skilled at creating amazing fusion dishes with a variety of ingredients. All the food is delicious, from seasonal fish fillets and salt and pepper squid to stir-fried rice noodles, roast duck, and wontons, etc. The service is also good.

Stella is dressed in all black today, giving off a cool vibe. Her black short-sleeved shirt features a delicate and attractive pattern, and the sleeves have a striped or checkered design, adding a touch of sophistication.

She paired it with a black mini skirt, which showed off her perfect waistline and slender long legs.

So cool.

"Hmm... the roast duck here tastes very authentic."

Stella chewed her food and said.

"Right?" Hawke said with a smile while looking at his phone, "I specially chose a restaurant to suit your taste, which took quite a bit of time."

Stella frowned slightly: "Why are you always looking at your phone when you're eating?"

“Just checking the news, huh?” Hawke was speaking when he suddenly exclaimed, “Hey!” and handed his phone to Stella: “Take a look at this news…”

"Kindergarten teacher helps Black people illegally immigrate to China..."

She looked completely bewildered: "What's going on here?"

"The internet technology these days is really interesting. We were just discussing this topic, and now we're getting similar news pushed to us." Hawke chuckled. "But this news is even more interesting. I'm wondering, weren't girls afraid of the dark and ghosts when they were little? How come they're not even afraid of the dark and ghosts anymore?"

Stella: "..."

"So you must always stay rational, otherwise you can easily be brainwashed, which is really scary." Hawke shrugged and said, "Yeah, there are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life: those who don't discriminate against blacks and those who don't let me discriminate against blacks."

"Alright, let's eat. Why are you saying all this outside? Can't we go home and talk about it?" Stella rolled her eyes at him and said, "Be careful they come over and shoot you."

"Listen to you."

Hawke put down his phone and focused on eating.