Zhang Yu woke up completely, and said slowly:
"Mark, we're shorting the subprime mortgage market. The bigger the bubble, the more money we make."
Mark Baum was silent for a while before saying:
"Well, you are right, but now we need to pay more premiums, and the funds in your company account will soon bottom out."
"How much money is left?" Zhang Yu asked.
He has been busy with the Bulldogs for the past few months. In his spare time, he reads books to consolidate his professional foundation, and doesn't pay much attention to the financial market.
"The subprime mortgage securities fell slightly in the first two months, and Deutsche Bank paid 500 million in compensation. But recently, ABX has risen abnormally. You have to pay them a premium of 400 million US dollars. Adding the previous funds in the account, it is only 600 million." Mark. Baum said.
Zhang Yu made some calculations and said:
"The money can last for a month, which is enough. They are violating financial laws, and it is impossible to last for too long."
"Of course I know this, but what I worry about is that those big banks will threaten the government to rescue the market. They are too big, and the White House can't just watch them fall!" Mark Baum's voice sounded very serious. irritable.
"Mark, calm down. We can't mess with ourselves now. I can assure you that no one can save them. This is a disaster, do you understand? This is a financial disaster!" Zhang Yu raised his voice slightly, The tone is a bit heavy.
"call..."
There was a heavy gasp on the other end of the phone, and after a while, Mark Baum said:
"Thank you, I can't control my emotions. This situation has been going on for several days... You know, we are not only betting against the subprime mortgage securities market. The US economy has been kidnapped by the real estate market. We It is betting on the collapse of the U.S. economy, and our enemy is almost the entire Wall Street. When I think about it, I feel a huge pressure."
"The financial market will not change its operating rules just because there are many or few people on the opposite side. If we persist for another two months, everything will be resolved." Zhang Yu said.
"Ronan, what if we lose?"
Zhang Yu smiled lightly;
"If you want to reach the sky in one step, you must have the consciousness of going to hell... And, we will never lose."
Mark Baum was silent for a while, and said slowly:
"I understand. You should rest early. If there is any news, I will call you as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yu's drowsiness dissipated a lot.
He looked sideways out of the window, it was the moon in the middle of the sky, and the silver light was shining everywhere.
"I will never lose..." he whispered to himself.
...
When having breakfast the next day, Zhang Haijun asked Zhang Yu seemingly casually:
"Xiaoyu, are you doing well in the United States? If it doesn't work, go back to China. Returnees are very popular now."
"What are you talking about..." Li Yinghua scolded him, but glanced at Zhang Yu.
They always feel uneasy. How can their son, a college student who just graduated, really earn so much money?
Zhang Yu often sent money back this year, but they saved most of the money, for fear that Zhang Yu would lose his job one day.
"I signed a formal contract with the school for two years, and I have become a regular." Zhang Yu laughed.
Zhang Haijun's eyes brightened:
"Before, your annual salary was 200 million. How much do you have now?"
"Converted into RMB, it must be 700 million." Zhang Yu said lightly.
"How much? 700 million! Oh my God, how can a child as young as you earn so much money by working as a coach for foreigners?" Li Yinghua exclaimed.
"Actually, there are not so many. I still have to pay taxes... Besides, Mom, I'm not a child anymore!" Zhang Yu smiled wryly.
In April, with the help of Mark Baum, he paid personal income taxes, including salary income he received from the Bulldogs and gambling income in Las Vegas.
This caused Zhang Yu to bleed hard. Fortunately, the subprime mortgage market had fluctuated at that time, so he temporarily withdrew part of the funds from the account of Dream Investment Company, otherwise he would have to borrow money from Mark Baum.
No way, there is a saying in the United States - "Only death and taxes remain unchanged".
Paying taxes is an eternal obligation of Americans. There are many Americans who dare to kill, rob, and drug dealers, but very few dare to evade taxes.
Those Hollywood film companies have made a lot of tricks by blacking out the White House, the FBI, the CIA, and the Pentagon, but they absolutely dare not make fun of the IRS, which is the Internal Revenue Service of the United States.
"Our house should also be changed. When I get paid next year, I will buy you a villa." Zhang Yu laughed.
"Okay, Xiaoyu is really sensible. I also think our house is not good. It's cold in winter and hot in summer." Zhang Haijun smiled happily.
"What are you talking about? Xiaoyu is still young, and you will need money to start a family and start a business in the future. How dare you let your son buy you a villa!"
Li Yinghua patted Zhang Haijun, then turned to Zhang Yu and said:
"Xiaoyu, don't listen to your father. If you are serious, just buy us a set of 70. If it is too big, it will be a waste."
"Hey, my son bought me a house, why are you embarrassed?" Zhang Haijun was not happy.
Li Yinghua stared, and began to count:
"I think you are getting more and more confused as you get older. Xiaoyu will have to buy a house in the United States in the future, right? Do you have to buy a car? Do you need money for these? Foreign things are expensive! And Xiaoyu is now a respectable person, what will happen in the future? Can't you find a girl from an ordinary family, and it doesn't cost money to get married?"
"How much do these cost?"
"Then Xiaoyu can earn so much in her lifetime? Don't leave it for the future!"
"You look down on our son!"
"Yes, you can tell, you know how to play chess every day, you don't care about anything, you are heartless..."
Li Yinghua's voice became louder and louder, Zhang Haijun gradually fell silent, and ate with his head down.
Zhang Yu was watching the play nearby, feeling a little funny, and persuaded:
"Dad, Mom, stop arguing, I don't have the money to buy you a house now anyway, let's talk about it next year, okay?"
Only then did the two stop, and Li Yinghua snorted:
"Your father knows how to be stubborn with me every day, and he can't be more stubborn!"
"I let you..."
Zhang Haijun muttered something in a low voice, but immediately shut his mouth under Li Yinghua's stare.
After eating, Zhang Haijun was wearing a white vest and big pants, carrying a Mazabu fan, and was about to go out to play chess in the park.
Li Yinghua stopped him:
"Old Zhang, you forgot to take the mung bean soup again!"
She handed Zhang Haijun a water glass and said:
"Don't dry it out, come back early for lunch, I'll make a tofu box that both your father and father love!"
Zhang Haijun chuckled and walked out slowly.
Zhang Yu watched the "interaction" of his parents and smiled.
He returned to the room, picked up the thick English book, and read it carefully.
( guys 52 was restricted so can't update)