"Execute my orders!" Dr. Cooper's face showed clear displeasure, and the secretary immediately lowered his head in fear.
"As expected, not as good as the previous one!" Dr. Cooper sighed. This new secretary was nowhere near as useful as the former one. Unfortunately, the previous secretary had already been used as a scapegoat and kicked out of Goldman Sachs. Now, he could only slowly train this idiot.
Reluctantly, Dr. Cooper explained, "If we escape early, we will become the target of everyone's anger. So, we just need to find someone to be a shield, to help us absorb this hatred!"
"Now, I'll give you a chance. Tell me, who is the best target to be our shield?" Dr. Cooper asked.
"This..." The secretary knew this was his greatest test. If he answered this question incorrectly, he might lose the secretary position he had worked so hard to secure.
After much deliberation, the secretary tentatively said, "Jiangnan Group?"
"That's an interesting answer!" Dr. Cooper nodded with a smile. "Then tell me, how do we make Jiangnan Group our shield?"
"We can have Jiangnan Group completely expose the lie of subprime loans!" The secretary offered all his wisdom. "We can arrange for Jiangnan Group to expose the truth of subprime loans at a specific time, and as soon as they speak, we will immediately begin arranging for our funds to flee!"
"Because any information transfer takes time, and Jiangnan Group is not a company that Wall Street pays particular attention to. By the time the entire industry starts noticing Jiangnan Group's actions and words, it will take at least four to five hours. At that point, our vast sums of money will have already fled, putting us far ahead of the entire industry!"
"After the situation is settled, if our peers question why we were able to flee early, we can say that because of our relationship with Jiangnan Group's competitors, we have always paid the utmost attention to Jiangnan Group, and thus noticed their statements and remarks immediately."
"Since someone has already burst the bubble, it's only natural for us to flee early. This is reasonable and does not violate anyone's unspoken rules. This way, even if those Wall Street colleagues are furious with us in the future, they cannot openly accuse us."
"With our influence at Goldman Sachs, a little maneuvering can completely resolve this matter. Conversely, Jiangnan Group, which exposed the truth of the crisis, will become the target of everyone's anger, which also satisfies our group's strategic needs!"
Dr. Cooper was quite satisfied with the secretary's answer; at least the man wasn't stupid. Dr. Cooper continued, "Then, what do you think is the best way to get Jiangnan Group to expose this crisis?"
"This... the person who exposes this crisis must be an important figure within Jiangnan Group or someone related to the financial sector. Otherwise, even if they speak, their influence will not be significant. After all, many media outlets discuss the crisis daily, and such remarks are everywhere online. Without people of status and credibility speaking, these cannot affect the market!"
"And since Jiangnan Group is a company based in China, they don't have many influential figures within our country. The best choice would naturally be Huang He himself, but we probably can't influence him."
"Next is Leng Zhimeng, the chairman of 00 Network, but she is also in China, making it as difficult as Huang He. Thus, only one choice remains," the secretary said with a smile.
"Who is it?" Dr. Cooper continued to ask.
"Little Swift!" The secretary uttered the name.
"That is indeed a good choice, but that black man is not that stupid; he wouldn't dare to blow this thing open!" Dr. Cooper narrowed his eyes. "Do you have a way to make him speak?"
"Actually, it's not that difficult. Little Swift's life hasn't been going very smoothly lately! Finding an opportunity to make him speak is not a very difficult task," the secretary said with a smile.
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Little Swift's recent days seemed far from pleasant. The Western Mustang Fund had not only failed to replicate the explosive returns of its first and second quarters, but its returns had become quite dismal.
This wasn't due to Little Swift's lack of profitability, but rather the ever-increasing scale of the Western Mustang Fund.
After the Western Mustang Fund was completely converted into an online fund, its scale continuously expanded. By now, it had become a super fund giant with a staggering scale of over 400 billion US dollars.
Therefore, even though the fund's overall annual return last year was only around 15.2%, a far cry from the 400% returns of its initial year, it still far surpassed the returns of most funds in the market. As a result, the Western Mustang Fund retained strong popularity, and no one questioned Little Swift's status as the Black God of Finance. Some even felt that the "Black" part should be removed, and Little Swift was unequivocally the God of Finance.
However, the title of God of Finance now seemed to be on shaky ground. Since the beginning of 2008, the profitability of the Western Mustang Fund had declined precipitously.
While last year's comprehensive return was 15.2%, from the beginning of 2008 until now, the total market value of the Western Mustang Fund had only increased by less than 1%, a mere 0.92%.
Although this figure, when compared to most other funds, was still in the upper-middle range, especially considering that many funds had experienced negative returns since the start of 2008 and the market environment was not good.
The problem was that Little Swift was not an ordinary fund manager. He was the man about to succeed Buffett as the next God of Finance. He was the man who had previously created the legendary 400% annual return! How could such a man's fund be faltering?
Therefore, both in reality and online, negative comments about Little Swift had increased significantly. The Western Mustang Fund also experienced a decline in scale in 2008, with over 20 billion US dollars in funds flowing out sequentially.
This put immense pressure on Little Swift. He would often frequent bars near his company, where he would pick up beautiful women and spend nights in a drunken haze before parting with his money.
Today was much the same. Little Swift was having drinks with a friend, also a black man, and they were conversing pleasantly. However, this black friend wore a baseball cap, pulled low, and sunglasses, making it difficult for most people to recognize him.
Just then, a lazy voice said beside Little Swift, "Sir, would you like to join me for a drink?"
The voice sent a jolt through Little Swift. He turned his head, and his eyes went wide. This woman was as if she had been sculpted to his exact taste.
First, the woman possessed skin as white as milk and long, cascading golden hair like a waterfall.
But that wasn't the most important thing. What truly captivated him was the woman's incredibly exaggerated hips, as if four basketballs were tied together, yet her waist was remarkably slender.
To a normal person, this figure might resemble a giant spinning top. But to Little Swift, it was the most captivating physique in the world.
Yes, Little Swift's preference was precisely this: blond, fair-skinned, with a massive posterior. The moment he saw this woman, his eyes locked onto her.
His friend beside him saw Little Swift's reaction and knew that the drinks were probably over. He smiled, patted Little Swift on the shoulder, and quickly departed without saying another word.
Little Swift then pulled the beautiful woman to his side, ordered her an expensive cocktail, and the two quickly became entangled. Before long, the woman got into Little Swift's car, and they went off to enjoy themselves.
Little Swift harbored not the slightest suspicion about this woman's appearance. On the contrary, he was quite accustomed to such occurrences.
After all, this was a bar near his company. Everyone in the vicinity knew the Black God of Finance. Over time, these people had learned about Little Swift's preferences, and women who believed they fit these criteria often offered themselves up.
Initially, Little Swift had been cautious, but later he accepted them all with a smile. He wasn't married, nor was he a public figure, so he wasn't afraid of the impact of scandals.
Finally, and most crucially, Little Swift was always accompanied by numerous bodyguards, and his private rendezvous were meticulously prepared spaces. He never went to locations provided by the women, thus eliminating security concerns.
Furthermore, his private love nests were equipped with highly professional screening devices. Before any woman undressed, they underwent an hour-long examination. This was to ensure they weren't carrying any hidden weapons and to check for any diseases. After which, they were given a contraceptive pill, ensuring complete safety.
However, this time, Little Swift seemed destined to fall into a trap. After a night of passion in a rendezvous meticulously arranged by Little Swift himself, he felt groggy. The woman lying beside him subtly reached for Little Swift's personal device. She then took out a bottle of perfume from her bag and lightly sprayed it onto the screen. The screen immediately glowed with a soft luminescence, revealing the traces of fingerprints.
Based on the arrangement of these fingerprints, the woman easily found Little Swift's personal device unlock password. She then opened his personal Weibo account, quickly typed out a Weibo post, scheduled it for 10 AM the next morning, and then quietly slipped away from Little Swift.
Since Little Swift had no habit of letting women stay the night, his bodyguards offered no resistance to the woman's departure. They only confirmed that Little Swift was sound asleep in bed and showed no abnormalities, allowing the woman to leave.
As for Little Swift sleeping until 10 AM, while they found it a bit unusual, they didn't consider it out of the ordinary and thus didn't disturb their boss's sleep.
And so, the following morning, the Weibo post, destined to shake the entire United States, shattered the world's peace.