Going Into the World!

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

What the hell is that supposed to mean? It's the sound of chatter outside.

There's too much talk about me and Johnston Group in the broadcasts and the press, but it's more noisy that I'm not responding.

Did the public's image of Johnstone Group get worse?

I can't help it. However, no matter how chatty you are, it is not easy to harm you unless you actively move within the political sphere.

And even if there are many who oppose me, there are even more people who can't move at first glance at me.

"It's so noisy these days, what's going on?"

One day, I got a call from Secretary Paneta, who also asks about my safety and the news outside.

"It's nothing. It'll slow down over time."

"Too much noise makes me a little uncomfortable. I know you and I are close. And frankly, the horses are coming out."

"No, did you call me because you couldn't bear it? I didn't do anything wrong. Why is that? There's nothing special about it, is there?"

"Oh, this guy, too. Who told you that? Why are you so angry?"

Paneta called because the Johnstone Group recently had a breakthrough in their defense business.

The Chairman of the Johnstone Group and Secretary of Defense are close friends.

The Johnstone Group has gone rogue in the defense business.

Ah, if you put them together properly, it's a frontal adhesion, by all accounts. It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

I have some questions about Minister Paneta's contact, but I think it's because of the uncomfortable gaze around me. However, when I get angry again, I step back for a while, saying that I just made a phone call as a confirmation.

Secretary Paneta's call was not the end, but the beginning. General Schwartz and his relatives turned around and called me just in case.

I'm so annoyed. It's okay, don't worry, I have to talk!

Then one day. This time President Kerry called.

"John, it's been so noisy lately, but I hope everything's okay."

As soon as the connection is made, how come the words are all the same? If not, the annoyance that has been lifted many times goes up to the top of the head.

"Phew, but the President is the opponent. I have to endure it. '

No matter how angry they are, they are the President of the United States of America. And to put it bluntly, he just called and said something that worries him.

"Before anything special happened. No tongue!"

After a while, he said very decisively. President Kerry's voice was a little blurry. 'I doubt it.

"All I know is that there are a lot of friends who want to bite. Why are you different from the Rockefellers?"

"It's nothing. There was just a little bit of competition between the media and the oil, and it's probably frustrating. It's not funny in a free and competitive society."

"Their feet are surprisingly wide. I called to let you know that if you're not careful, you could get beat up."

"Yes, thank you."

I said that, but I'm not thankful. Why? Because the real reason you called me came out.

"There's an election next year. You don't think there's a problem?"

"Haha, is that what worries you?"

I smiled with a faint smile. In fact, Kerry thought he was too far ahead to worry about the presidency for almost a year.

"I want you to know I'm in trouble, to be honest. The last" East Sea "incident was too much for anyone to see. I am the President of the United States of America. You think it's easy to cover that up in this position? Plus, it's harder to talk as much as it is now."

"Shhh, yeah. Copy that. We'll make this quick."

After hearing the details, I can understand President Kerry's complaint. I hung up after reassuring him not to worry again.

"Ahhh, I have to go home early today."

I feel frustrated and can't get the job done. I folded my laptop and took my bag and left the office.

The house is 10 minutes away. Jennifer surprised me when I left without contacting her. Jenny is only out of the company twice a week these days.

"You're here early today? It's only 4: 00."

"Work well without me. To play with the kids at home."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

I wonder if I didn't like my complexion.

"No, I'm just frowning. Where are the kids?"

"Scarlet, Alex, Daddy's here."

Jennifer looks upstairs and calls out to the kids, and soon she hears a thump.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, oh, my beautiful Scarlet. How are you?"

"Yes, Dad. Are you here early because you're surprised with me?"

"Haha. Yes, yes."

She likes me very much because she is a daughter. I didn't know when I was a baby, but now that I'm two years old, I can speak well and sing well. It's fun to play, but not for long.

"What about Alex?"

"He's asleep."

He's just a kid. He's sleeping when he tries.

"What do you want me to play with you?"

"Swim!"

"Swimming?"

"Play in the pool."

"Okay, I'll go change my dad's clothes."

He asked you to play in the pool in the backyard. I changed into something simple first and went to the back of the house with Scarlet.

It's time to come in winter. It's cold. Of course, California is past its time to swim outdoors, except for my swimming pool.

The large swimming pool at the back of the house is covered by glass, most of which can be opened and closed with a switch so that it can be used on rainy days or in winter.

When I went inside, the sunlight that I received during the day was warm inside, but the water is not cold because the solar power is heating some of the interior and the water.

"Daddy, my whale."

You quickly retrieved a whale-shaped tube that Scarlet is playing with. I helped him up and quickly climbed onto a wide whale.

But I feel a little sore while pushing with a whale. I called Jennifer quickly.

"Why did you call me?"

"No, let's swim together."

"I'm supposed to have dinner. '

"I'm not very hungry. Let's go out and eat."

"Phew, it's hard to play, isn't it?"

Jennifer stares at me quietly and stabs me. Khh! Ugh. Jennifer knows me too well. But I ended up changing my swimsuit at my request.

"I'm playing with my mom. Dad, can you swim for a minute?"

"Got it."

After a short breather, I put Jennifer in charge of Scarlet and rushed into the water.

* gasp *

I went back and forth from 25 meters to a nice butterfly. Stress seems to fly away from the wave that hits the flesh when speeding up.

"Phew. I can barely breathe doing this."

"Don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, I've never shut you down a hundred times."

I approached Jennifer, who was playing with Scarlet, and I was worried. I shrug my shoulders, brace myself, pose as a bodybuilder, and smile.

"John, is the company okay?"

"Why all of a sudden? Who said that?"

"Why are you raising your voice?"

"When did I raise you? Khh! Hehe!"

When I thought about it, I raised my voice, so I shrugged.

"My assistant came to see me this morning, and she's been having a hard time with her opinions and things."

"What the!! Who talks like that?"

"Why are you yelling again? I was just worried when I heard that."

Grrrgh...

I groan, choking my throat. The fever went up to the tip of my head without me knowing. President Kerry came home during the day with my salt, and I didn't hear a word about it from home.

Why are you wasting your time?

Think about it. I don't think anything big is going to happen right now. Even if I run in groups, there's nothing wrong with me legally right now.

Antitrust?

In the meantime, I've prepared enough business. With this law in mind all the time, he kept his opponent alive without breaking his breath, or did a big, small business to circumvent the law delicately.

By the way!

[I'm fine.]

It's no big deal. It's really okay.]

[It's really, really okay!!]

[Really, really, never mind!!!]

[Dammit, I said I'm fine!!!!!!!!]

I'm in this situation. When one or two people start worrying, it's crazy because they keep getting the same questions.

It's annoying to keep hearing good noises, but I don't want to hear it.

Asking if it's okay, is a question of my pride. Even if a hundred of them rush in, they won't stop.

The administration hasn't turned their backs on me. Congress still has more people on me. What are you worried about? Please don't ask me anymore! I'm annoyed!

As soon as I came to work the next day, I was so upset that I had to report the situation to Chief Jason, who had only come to see me the afternoon.

"Give me the report you asked me to bring."

"Here you go. It was written in collaboration by intelligence teams and experts at Johnstone Capital. You can see at a glance the flow of Wall Street and Japanese capital. Just tell them to hurry and bring it, and we'll only get what we've learned so far."

I roughly read the report I received. I looked at it in summary because it was more than 100 pages, but I found it annoying that long reports must have a summary in the first head of each item, so it was easy to read.

"Mary Lynch's loss is 85 billion dollars?"

"Yes, because of the decline in housing prices, it is said that the money that has been bitten on the mortgage is 14.1 billion dollars."

"Haha, right. We made 75 billion dollars last year, and this year it's totally the opposite."

It was absurd. A year's difference between drama and drama. Funny thing is, the executives are still trying to get through the year-end bonus.

"Five billion Japanese dollars went to Mary Lynch. Perhaps President Stan O'Neill is in a hurry to make up for his losses."

I took another look at the report slowly as I listened to Director Jason's explanation. From what I hear, the situation is worse internally than I thought.

"Are the investment banks in jeopardy?"

According to the report, it wasn't just Mary Lynch who was in trouble. Already the former chairman of the FRB, Alan Greenspan, warned about a real estate bubble last month.

"Yes. Meryl Lynch is still better off. It's not usually that big, but it's a problem going forward. The loss is 14.1 billion dollars this year, and in fact it's more than twice as likely next year."

Lending money as a mortgage is suddenly irrevocable. The real estate prices continue to fall, but there is a problem with banks that there are not many measures to take.

'Idiots. You borrow money from Japan because you don't have to poop and clean?'

I laughed at him all I wanted.

"The Japanese have offered up to $500 billion to the Rockefellers. Maybe that's why they're out on Rockefeller Street."

"$500 billion?"

I asked with a slightly surprised voice. Again, not five billion dollars, but actually up to $500 billion in funds. Then I understand a little.

"How much money has come into the Wall Street from Japan so far?"

"We have yet to add an additional $100 to $15 billion. The Japanese haven't done anything yet, and they're not going to lend you the money first, but they're going to have to show quite a bit of faith."

"If you want to bother me, I'm going to need some money."

"Something like that. Rockefeller will have to have money to make a move, and the Japanese will have to have something to do to make it work."

It's a little funny. Anyway, Chief Jason and I have decided to review a few situations and explore how.

I was left alone in the office, thinking about looking out the window, and something grazed my head.

Wait, this isn't good, is it? '

I have raised nearly $1 trillion so I reached my target a few months earlier. Recently, the decline in housing prices and mortgage issues have suddenly become a big social issue, speeding up raising money.

Not only the chairman of Greenspan, but the bank council recently secured $100 billion in urgent mortgage mortgage bonds, allowing me to increase my share of cash through affiliates around the world before the money ran dry on the market.

But if you get Japanese funds from Wall Street, what's the projected crisis? At least it can be slowed down. That's not good.

When I was curious, I hurriedly went to Skynet.

"Welcome, Master."

"How's Clara?"

"Yes, I was lonely because the Master didn't come. The Master is the purpose of my life."

"Hehe, what?"

Clara is getting smarter. Now you're acting like my assistant. Come on. Is Clara four years old? I grew up a lot.

The reason Clara exists is for me, so what you just said is not wrong. Soon I went to a chair in front of Skynet and sat with my back against it.

"Do you know how much money the mortgage cost?"

"Wait a minute…… about 12 trillion dollars."

Clara answered my question, looking for data for a while.

"So, what are the chances of failure?"

"That's a difficult question to answer. The situation is variable and depends on the decline in housing prices."

Clara makes a stuffy noise this time.

"By the way, answer me... just make a prediction in this situation. I won't blame you for being wrong."

"If you say so, I'll let you know. Approximately $2-3 trillion is classified as a risky loan."

"Phew, so much?"

You may lose more per month than you think. Of course, risk doesn't mean you lose everything.

'Maybe we should stop the Japanese funding. You have to cut off the rotten flesh quickly. And you can't keep the cash stacked up too long. Is this me? "

I tilted my head because I thought I was wrong, but I'm not. It is better to be beaten by the proverbs of my country. If you're going to get hit, America has to get hit first. Good.

Artwork Reviews

In real history, Meryl Lynch cheated a loss of 5.5 billion dollars in October 2007, and then within 20 days, she announced a corrective loss of 8.4 billion dollars. Soon the CEO, Stan O'Neill, will be expelled.

In the meantime, the Federal Reserve in September or November, for about two months, urgently transferred 71 billion dollars to banks to try to find a solution, and in the end, they just let Ringer go.

It's 12 trillion dollars in mortgage loans at the time of the financial crisis, which, combined with the loss of the stock market, wasn't much of a support.