King of Hollywood

The blue sky is filled with white clouds, the bright sun falls from the cracks of the clouds, making the green hills appear fresher. The trees surrounding it are swaying with lush branches in the breeze, reflecting the clear lakes of the blue sky and white clouds are rippled, and summer seems to have arrived.

Pfft, the sound of the swing went off, the white ball jumped out of a high arc and plunged into the water.

“See, Claude,” Adrian looked in the shack, turning around and waving the club excitedly at Claude, sitting under his umbrella not far from here, "my parabola is pretty good.”

Claude shook his head with a sigh and then covered his forehead, as if he wanted to tell someone he didn't know him. Of course, this is a private golf club, and there's no one but them and a few kids standing far away, so Claude quickly lifted his head and said, "I suggest you tell the way down, Ed. You don't know where you're going.”

“Really?” Adrian looked around and then raised his hand to make an irrelevant gesture, "Well, at least I or the club didn't fly out, which is already progress. ”

Claude helplessly turned a white eye, stood up and picked a club in the basket, and he walked up to Adrian and patted each other on the shoulder: “Why don't you go rest, Ed? ”

“Hey, I haven't lost yet, Claude.” Adrian laughed and shouted loudly, waving the club seemed disgusted.

“Yeah, well, it's just two meals at Modal's, and it's nothing to you,” Claude shrugged, "why don't you bet on your limited edition Bentley? ”

“Are you sure?” Adrian picked the eyebrows immediately.

“You guys.” Claude couldn't help but laugh, "Well, let's see. ”

After that, he turned to the open space, picked up the ball holder from the boy's hand and stuck it on the ground, then placed the ball on top. Looking at the target with his hands, he took a deep breath and stood above the ball.

Claude made his first swing when his hands pointed at the ball and looked at the distance. Of course, it's just warming up, so it swings back without touching the ball. He followed him for a second swing, still swinging back without touching it, which was calculating strength. Finally, with a bang, the club hit the ball hard, and the white golf ball flew up, drawing an arc in the sky that I didn't know was perfect for Adrian, and then landed on the ground for a couple of jumps.

“See, Ed, that's golf.” Claude turns his head and looks at Adrian with a glimpse after the distant toy sign shows his position, "it's not just a matter of hitting the ball out. ”

“Just say you're a pro, Claude.” Adrian had his hands full.

The two of them smiled at each other for a moment, then got up and walked slowly toward the golf ball landing.

“To be honest, watching Mr. Cox on this beautiful golf course, I suddenly want to buy a manor, stroll in the grass with my own woman, rest in the shade, swim in the lake, that must feel good. ”

“and her own woman?” Claude picked the eyebrows, "you mean that? Miss England, Kate? Beckinsale? Or the Italian model Monica? Belucci? ”

“Each one has its own characteristics," Adrian smiled, "and different women do these things and experience things differently, I thought you should understand, Claude. ”

“I understand, of course, that although I was relieved after graduation, I never forgot that we were together from high school to college.” Claude shrugged, paused for two seconds and sighed again: “Forget it, do whatever you want. ”

Adrian smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder, and although Claude didn't say anything about it later, how could he not have guessed? You know, Claude wiped Adrian's ass before, and he remembers all this stuff now. Even if we're going to split up, isn't Claude helping less these two years? Not to mention forming a media company together to fight. Adrian was very fortunate and confident that they would succeed.

“By the way, remember our conversation at the beginning of last year?” He decided not to go in circles anymore.

“In what way? ”

“Quantum funds. ”

Claude stopped and turned around and looked at Adrian: "Looks like you've got some news? ”

Adrian had some surprises, and Claude, in that case, expressed his constant concern.

“Yes,” he ordered, “if the intel is correct, Soros' target is the pound sterling. ”

“Yeah, that's what I got.” Claude nodded, "You think we should get involved? ”

“Why not?” Adrian heard what he was saying, "is there a problem? ”

“I don't think following them is a good thing.” Claude shook his head, "I don't recommend getting involved. ”

“I want to know why.” Adrian asked calmly.

“Profits are too low and risks too high," Claude shrugged, "with preliminary estimates that profits will not exceed 10 percent, while Soros and the Quantum Fund can raise up to 7 billion dollars. If we were to participate, the funds would certainly not exceed them, preferably half of them, and even at their ceiling, we would end up with a profit of no less than 450 million, and that would be based on all success. As we all know, the financial markets are rapidly changing and could be swallowed up, Soros, and no exception. ”

Adrian couldn't help clapping his hands: "Wonderful analysis, Claude, looks like you've done a lot of research. ”

“Of course, don't equate me with a guy who only plays movies and women all day.” Claude frowned.

“... well, I won't compare this to you," Adrian glared at him for half a day and temporarily abandoned his intention to teach him a lesson, "I don't see how likely they are to fail. Thoros likes speculation and gambling, but is also a cautious guy, and we just follow them, and even if we make mistakes, we can react earlier than they did. As for profits, why can't we use all the money? ”

“Oh, God, forgive me,” Claude walked forward with his forehead covered, "talking to someone who didn't know anything about these really painful things. ”

“Crowe" Adrian's dissatisfaction raised his voice.

“Okay, well, if we invest all the money, it's fine to make a billion back if we do it right, but the consequence is that the FBI invites us to coffee.” Claude sighed.

“To the fbi for coffee? Why?" Adrian has no idea.

“Think about it, man, the relationship between Britain and the United States," Claude explained to him, "we're a political alliance with Britain, a natural alliance, you know? That's why I said the risk was too high, that Soros was different from us, that he left the United States and there was somewhere else to go, but we couldn't, and we had other careers. Let's just say, if it's just a quantum fund investment and our tens of billions of dollars, the British government can afford it, and the domestic action won't be too big, after all, it's a business act, but once it attracts all the international tourist resources, the British government has no choice but to exit the European exchange rate system, then the US government will not only look for that leader, but also for the one with the most investment."

Adrian blinked, with a slightly astonishing expression, and seemed frightened by this analysis. After holding this posture for a long time, he grew out of breath: “Looks like… I can only give up. ”

Claude's concerns were true, and Adrian had just remembered that Soros had been watched by United States officials and the media after he blocked the pound in '92, and that he would never have achieved that much in sniping the Mexican peso in' 94 if he hadn't hidden it from the FBI with a golden cicada shell. If they were involved, they would have had to be on the FBI's blacklist, one being an ally and the other a backyard, and the U.S. government would certainly not allow any random mess.

As Claude put it, unlike Soros, they are not real speculators, after all, and they have a more important cause here, and it would be irreparable if these were to be lost as a result.

Never mind, there's always a chance. Adrian was comforted to think. Although the pounds and pesos can only let go, sniping the baht is participatory and the US government will be happy to cut wool in South-East Asia, just be careful not to touch Hong Kong with anyone.

“I'm glad you think so,” Claude laughed, "the chances of making money are never going to go away, keep playing, I'll win soon. ”

Adrian hummed softly and walked with Claude to the drop of the golf ball. After a few steps, he stopped again and the look on his face became strange.

“What's wrong now?” Two more steps, Claude. Turn around.

“No wonder I felt something wrong before," Adrian looked at him strangely, "when did we get tens of billions of dollars? ”

“You said that," Claude laughed and suddenly became incredibly confident, "remember what you warned me about last year? I took the opportunity to do the most profitable business in the world. ”

“Impossible, I know about foreign trading companies, profitable but definitely not that much.” Adrian shook his head and looked at Claude with a glance: “Tell me, Claude, how much did you make in the Soviet Union? ”

“You must know? ”

“Of course, I asked you out today, except for the quantum fund thing, which I want to talk about, and I need to know what your surprise is," Adrian said seriously.

“Unfortunately, I was going to tell you when I was done, and your face must have looked good," Claude said sadly, then raised his hand after Adrian glanced up, "Well, it seems like it's almost over there, and it's not a big deal to tell you in advance - we've got $14 billion on polar bears so far."