American Fortune Life
Chapter 754: May God Bless You! (Ergong)
Buzz--
The sound of an oversized fly shaking its wings came from the air, and a helicopter slowly landed on an empty plot of the resort, causing a cyclone to sweep in all directions.
Fed chairman Bernanke and Fed chairman Gaithner stepped out of the helicopter and watched a group of Wall Street giants from afar.
“This sudden plunge in global stock markets seems a bit of a panic to this group of people, and while most Fed officials still think the subprime crisis is manageable and won't lead to a recession in the U.S. economy, I'm starting to get worried when I see them.
And the people themselves knew exactly what was going on, and they just pretended they didn't, because they'd already kidnapped America's financial markets, and they had no fear... ”
Bernanke said in Gaitner's ear that the slow-stopping propellers masked the propagation of the sound, and Gaitner was sinking in water.
Just as they arrived from Miami by helicopter, a report just released by the Bank of England showed that global subprime mortgage bonds were $700 billion in size, but global financial derivatives markets were as large as $415 trillion and derivatives markets were eight to ten times larger than global GDP.
Andy was in a very comfortable position with his body flanked by the back of the chair with Jiro's legs, his right elbow resting on the armrest, his fingers squeezing his chin, his eyes half-opened, and several big figures on a long row of sofas on the podium were blowing bullshit.
Bernanke continues to express his views on the manageability of the financial crisis, and Andy knows that the Fed will stabilize markets with sustained interest rate cuts to avoid renewed panic in the financial markets.
But many officials, including Fed Chairman Bernanke, underestimated the consequences of the subprime lending crisis, with inflation as the primary risk throughout the year, yet trillions of dollars of derivatives, like an atomic bomb about to explode, have begun to fall, which is only the last brief calm before the storm.
Listening to the array of applause in his ears, Andy's mouth revealed a mocking smile, whispering softly: "God has given us not a cowardly heart, but a strong, loving and steadfast heart. I pray for you, Amen! ”
Andy was no longer interested in listening. In the unexpected eyes of some people, he stood up from the audience and left the venue. He didn't show up in the venue again. There was nothing to listen to. The music was still playing, and the bank would dance with its rhythm whenever possible. Inside, the Wall Street giants, in the hustle and bustle of greed, didn't find the music had stopped long ago, and when they did, it looked like it was over.
Whoo--
That's good, so that you can get more, and you're not as popular as you are with the president of the San Francisco Federal Reserve Bank, Yellen, who won't be president of the Fed in the future.
“Honey, is the meeting over?” Ivana saw Andy come back, some unexpected going up and kissing him wen asked.
“No, it's boring, it's a waste of time with a bunch of corn heated in a popcorn flower machine. It's better to enjoy your vacation life. Let's go, while we still have some time in the afternoon, we go swimming in the sea, I like the way you look in a bikini... ”
Ivana smiled and leaned back, avoiding her boyfriend's arched mouth buried in her pink neck, struggling to escape, then turned around and ran upstairs, "Girl, I'll change, I'll be right back... ”
“I'll accompany you... Change." Andy laughed and chased upstairs. From time to time, the screams of Ivana were heard on the second floor.
For the next two days, Andy and Ivana's footprints were all over the island, and the happiest of all were the reporters allowed to enter the resort, who were perfectly documented for their fun at the beach, knowing that neither of them was built, especially Ivana's bikini, which was truly drooling.
As for a summit, Andy just listened with his ears, and the science summit did him a lot of good, sitting down with Bill Gates and Buffett and others to talk about charity, and of course, these two old things didn't ignore Andy.
“I'm only 23 years old, not even married!” Andy, in a word, dissipated the two people's ignorance to the smoke cloud, and besides, his charity was well done, and he didn't need anyone else to teach him how to do it.
Besides, these guys are donating shares in their own hands, and themselves, Nima, most of the assets are cash, unless they're crazy enough to be ignored.
Andy decided to stay out of touch with these two old things, and if he remembered correctly, Xiao Mazi was crippled by Bill Gates...
On the last day of the summit, people had left West Lock Island, especially the scum from the Silicon Valley, and bikini beauties on a yacht had left the pier of West Lock Island and embarked on their never-ending seafares.
These past four days, the waves are almost over. Andy and Ivana are packing up and getting ready to leave the resort. The summit is still good overall. Networking is undoubtedly the most important thing, and for a sociable Ivana, it's like getting water.
“Andy, are you leaving today?” Kenneth Lewis, CEO of Bank of America, saw a suitcase in the villa's living room and asked.
“Well, that's about it, you? I heard you had a fight with Morgan Stanley?” Andy asked Kenneth to sit down and ask with a smile on his face.
“It wasn't your idea! Needless to say, this time the three of us have been miserable to you, with a $75 billion share, and the three of them have been equally amortized to help the market emerge from the subprime loan crisis. ”
“Ha! Are you kidding me? And help the market get out of the subprime mortgage crisis, don't tell me that you American banks also believe in Bernanke's rhetoric, the music keeps going, you really want to keep singing and dancing flat.” Andy doesn't believe American banks will be unprepared, knowing that during the global financial tsunami, American banks were huge mouths, preying on annexation and eating intestinal fat.
“Hey ~ I can't help it, it always takes some to get more. The other monsters on Wall Street, Damo, Goldman Sachs, Merrill Woods, etc. are all spying in the corner! All you think about is waiting for prey or bloody wind! Didn't your group of predators start slumping, too? Listen, predator, that's pretty straightforward. ”
Andy was not impressed with Kenneth's manoeuvre and laughed, "I don't recognize any predator group, just my private investment team... ”
“Forget it, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, the whole of Wall Street was in the worst months, only your guys were in the big bars on Wall Street all day, the nightclubs were celebrating, a bunch of newly graduated little guys were all switched to sports cars, one with a chin to look at people, it's hard to keep a low profile. ”
Andy didn't care, he just shrugged his shoulders. That's how Americans are. He likes to stretch his personality. He can't restrict the freedom of his employees. As long as they don't leak secrets, they can play as long as they want.
“Well, without taking up your time, we're ready to leave, and for some time to come, we hope you won't forget our old friend, and we look forward to working with you again, and trust me, Bank of America will always stand by you. ”
Andy nodded seriously, sending Kenneth out the door, watching the car disappear into view, slowly opening his closed eyes, and turning back to Ivana, who had already stood behind him and cleaned up: "Let's go, too, back to New York! ”