American Fortune Life
Chapter 467 Golf Balls and Troubles
Pfft!
Andy's eyes naturally stared at the top of the pedestal from the moment he started swinging until the ball flew off the pedestal. The only way to know if the ball hits is to see if it's still in place before you can see the results.
A beautiful parabolic line, just a little out of the way of the hole, okay, very out of the way.
“You should practice your skills more... ”
“Bang!”
As soon as Warren Buffett's voice went down, he swung the pole and hit the golf ball out.
Andy was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see the change in his eyes, but Buffett could still tell from his shrugging with clubs that the young man didn't care if he was superior or not.
“I enjoy the comfort of playing golf, which is exactly what I find attractive about the sport, and good and bad balls mean nothing to me, just swinging clubs! ”
The corner of Andy's mouth with a slight smile seemed unintentional or meant something, handing the club over to the boy, walking with Buffett toward the golf cart parked not far away, taking off the white leather gloves on his left hand and saying.
Buffett's eyes lit up and looked at Andy with a slight smile on his face and a comfortable look at the young man even higher. Why many successful entrepreneurs like to play golf because golf sports not only have a deep philosophy of work, but also have a strong commercial connotation compared to other sports.
“Why do so many successful people like to play golf? Because it's the movement that best withdraws control of YU, playing golf is like managing something, which is common for the managers of an enterprise. But for me, golf is just a casual sport. Seriously, if someone invited me to play, I would definitely refuse, and you see, I suck. ”
Andy sat on the golf cart, smiling like sunshine, his white teeth showing up, and he couldn't see the sense of embarrassment because the ball was rotten.
Warren Buffett shook his head laughingly, "Your attitude is perfect for this sport, with 20% of golf being mechanics and skills, and 80% being philosophy, humor, romance, friendship, curse, plot and conversation. I don't like to play ball with people who are too win-win and lose their fun. ”
“Oh, that's hard to find, how many people think of golf as a sport that can never be backwards, a sport that can't be regretted.
You can't regret sticking to 18 holes, either below the standard or over 100. Like life, once it opens, good and bad, good and bad, good and bad, pain and sadness can only move forward. Tsk, that's really cruel... ”
Buffett listened to Andy, and the expression on his face became very stunning, and his eyes filled with colour, "I'm liking you more and more, Andy, and it really surprised me that he was a genius writer. ”
“Oh, thank you. I'm still very happy about your compliments, but, Mr. Buffett, it's hard to believe you asked me to just play ball... ”
Andy jumped out of the car and reached for an old Buffett.
“Thank you." Buffett stepped out of the car easier with Andy's help, and the two boys followed him in the back with a golf club bag.
When parked in front of a low-lying puddle, Andy waited patiently for Buffett, who was watching the club from the target flagpole, to spearhead the purpose of approaching himself today.
“Actually, there's nothing important about it, but I'd like to talk to you about the real estate market, subprime loans, stock market...” Buffett whispered casually, reaching out to Andy to play first.
Andy doesn't mind standing in front of the ball, his feet splitting apart, and his posture is incredibly standard, which in his opinion doesn't matter, but it has to be pretty to play.
“Bang!”
Watching the golf ball fly down the parabola and Andy pull together, “Oh, this is a good shot, but you talk to me about the economy, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person, I'm really not good at gambling about the real estate bubble, just because my people do a lot of data analysis and field research, and it's no secret, and I understand the logic that once the supply goes out, falling prices can lead to a lot of inaccessible mistakes being exposed. ”
Andy's conversation with Buffett was very blunt and equal, and Buffett didn't set his own stock, his big man's shelf, and of course, Andy certainly wouldn't reveal his vision of the future, dealing with an old fox like Buffett, who would go over his head first, and Andy knew that the old man's purpose wasn't so simple.
“You put your money on the gold again and set up two private equity funds, but people on Wall Street were amazed. ”
“It's not about lending from a bank, it's always about a valuable collateral. The fund is my responsibility as CEO of the investment company Budstone. Since it's an investment company, you can't always invest with my own money. I just didn't think that the public fundraiser would sell out in a few days. It's crazy enough.” Andy had a happy smile on his face, and he was really happy, Nima, knowing that the total amount of the fund would have been a little more.
“Oh, now you're a new wealth myth on Wall Street.” Buffett didn't mean to pick his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but ask what was useful to this sly little fox in front of him. He studied almost all of Andy Smith's investments over the years, working in a foolish and reckless way.
Whether purchasing Apple shares, making oil futures, or getting stuck in the MBS subprime bond market, it's a Sokha way of gambling, and this crazy behavior can succeed every time, which is not a simple fool investing, but a firm confidence.
Buffett also knows that people are watching Andy's Wall Street colleagues right now, like Goldman Sachs.
“Andy, would you like to talk to someone from Goldman Sachs? ”
Andy's swing stopped in the air and looked back at Buffett with a smile. He smiled, “I'm not interested! ”
“Bang!”
Swinging the ball out, Andy continued to say to Buffett, “I'm talking to Damo because I'm afraid they're bankrupt, after all, they're too big on gambling money, but Goldman Sachs, oh, I don't believe they're going to be able to afford to lose less than half a billion dollars, there's no bankruptcy problem, I just have to wait patiently, after all, when they deduct security deposits from my company's account every month, they're never soft, not less than a cent! ”
Buffett stopped the conversation, and Andy made it perfectly clear that both parties had previously traded strictly in accordance with the contract, and that was in the interest of hundreds of millions of dollars. He didn't think the young man would give him that face, and that the relationship between them was just a normal affair.
After more than four hours of exercise, Buffett, the old man, did not show any fatigue, still spiritually exchanged opinions on various investments with Andy. If anyone else could get the point of the stock god, it would be absolutely delightful and full of rolling.
But for Andy, it really equates to chicken ribs, but some ideas still benefit greatly.
When the two of them came out of the stadium, the puppy tails, who had never broken off, came out of there, holding up the camera and shooting Andy talking to the gods, separate images.
This is the god Buffett, Wall Street, and the American financial community, when the big guy, usually has to be overinterpreted for farting, let alone playing Andy for three or four hours of golf.
“Thank you, Mr. Buffett... ”
The middle-aged man who hung up the phone shook his head at the person sitting opposite him with a disappointing look on his face, "He refused, and it seems that this $489 million is inevitable. ”
“Hey, there's not much hope, Warren Buffett just did a good job, and Deutsche Bank is even worse, and the $1 billion in losses can't escape. ”
“You said how Wall Street suddenly popped up like this freak, but Big Mo kind of escaped a hijacking, and I heard they were running wild, and damn it, even our company was on the blank list. ”
“Oh, now that Wall Street Big Investment Bank has become very crazy, it's not news anymore, after all, everyone understands that everyone has those toxic bond combinations, the dumping pot can't be thrown off, and Lehman's arrogant idiots will pick it up. ”
The next day in the paper, a bunch of idiot reporters started making up all kinds of nonsense and interpreting Andy and Buffett's meeting wisely.
“Boring!” Andy laughed about it all over the time and immediately lost interest, but when he came to Free City Investment, he got two messages that made him cry.
The first was Warren Buffett's Berkshire-Hathaway company, which also entered the gold futures market, causing a sharp fluctuation in the gold market, and although gold prices began to rise along the way to make Andy money, it was a little depressing.
The second is Belsden's CEO, who said they had invested $3.2 billion in two funds that stopped redeeming, so customers didn't have to panic. Andy knew it was just a thirst quencher, but it also delayed the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis.
Andy doesn't want to get distracted by the subprime crisis, but it's not as simple as he thinks, he's in the bureau right now, and even if he doesn't want to get noticed, every move of his company will be noticed by his people and companies on Wall Street, and it's been reported in some financial newspapers, and it's annoying, like flies, that everything around him is related to money.
Even his blog and Facebook had all kinds of investment problems, and the brain powder couldn't resist the temptation of the knife, and he brushed over and over again, "Will the gold really rise?” Message.
Classmates, teachers, Hollywood plums, elf princes, Matt Damon, fraternity people called to ask.
Wealth myths are established, but troubles follow, sometimes at their own expense.