Chapter 877

September 1st.

Early morning.

New York, USA, a certain community.

Early autumn, carrying a chill, blew into one of the houses.

When Rodney Jones got up, the early morning sun shone on the bed; he got up and went downstairs, then saw his wife wearing an apron frying bacon in the kitchen, and his 5-year-old daughter Lucy sitting at the dining table, clutching colored pens in her hand, drawing a crooked family portrait on paper.

After returning to the United States from Hong Kong, he immediately took his team to report to Soros and handed over all the work materials from Hong Kong.

Then it was back home to accompany his family.

Rodney Jones looked at his daughter, his eyes full of doting, but his brow was still subconsciously gloomy and hard to resolve.

"Daddy!"

Lucy saw him and immediately dropped the colored pens and pounced over.

Rodney Jones squatted down, picked his daughter up, and rubbed his nose against her soft hair.

"My baby~~~"

The milky scent from his daughter's hair, and her soft, helpless little body, made the sorrow in his heart even colder.

"Honey, you're awake?" His blonde wife walked out with the fried bacon, and seeing the red bloodshot eyes at the bottom of his eyes, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?"

"There's something I want to tell you guys." Rodney Jones pulled up a stool and sat down, placing Lucy on his lap.

His gaze was fixed on the "Daddy" on his daughter's drawing paper.

A bit abstract.

But one could tell it was a family, happily smiling.

"The company is sending me to work abroad," his voice was lower than usual, "to a very far place; it might take a very, very long time before I can come back."

"How long is a long time?" Daughter Lucy raised her head, full of confusion, "Longer than the last time Daddy went to Hong Kong?"

Rodney Jones reached out and touched his daughter's head, forcing a smile: "Hmm, longer than that. Lucy must be good and listen to Mommy, go to school well, and when Daddy comes back, I'll bring you the best chocolate in the world, okay?"

Lucy nodded as if she understood.

Hearing this, his wife couldn't help but ask: "Which country? You've already been to Hong Kong for a year, why isn't it over yet? Why do you have to go abroad for business?"

"No choice, the company will arrange it." Rodney Jones avoided his wife's gaze.

He finished breakfast with Lucy.

His wife drove to take Lucy to school.

Before parting, Lucy stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek: "Goodbye Daddy, come back early!"

"Goodbye, my little princess." Rodney Jones hugged his daughter tightly; when he turned around, his eye sockets finally turned red.

He didn't dare to look back, afraid his daughter would see his tears, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his emotions.

Through the window, he watched his wife drive their daughter straight to school.

Not long after,

Rodney Jones left home carrying his suitcase.

The sun was a bit blinding.

He knew that this parting was a final farewell.

The losses of the Soros Fund and the bankruptcy of his credit had long since determined his ending.

Soros needed a scapegoat to alleviate the anger of outside investors toward him.

And Rodney Jones was that scapegoat.

He drove his car, traveling along familiar streets.

The scenery outside the window flew backward rapidly, and his memories also flew backward rapidly—confident school life, the surprise and trepidation of entering the Soros Group, then the high-spirited trader... finally to the failed loser fleeing in a sorry state, now only left with guilt toward his wife and daughter...

The car drove out a kilometer and came to an intersection.

The red light turned on, and he stopped the car.

Looking at the blurry home gradually moving away in the rearview mirror...

Need to go further... further...

Suddenly, a truck out of control rushed over from the side,

with a loud "bang," the violent impact caused him to lose consciousness.

Boom boom boom~~~ the car kept rolling on the road.

Blood stained the car windows.

The traffic lights in the distance kept changing colors, and pedestrians on the street exclaimed and gathered around.

"Lucy..."

Shadows flickered in his pupils; Rodney Jones muttered his daughter's name, and finally fell into darkness.

Soros Fund Management Group.

Top floor.

Ring ring ring~~~

The female secretary received a call and walked in quickly: "Boss, just received news, Mr. Jones encountered a car accident and died on the spot."

Soros's hand shook, a chill running through his heart.

Finally, he sighed: "Okay... you contact his wife and daughter today, try your best to do a good job of comforting and providing compensation."

Female secretary: "Yes, boss."

After the female secretary retreated,

Soros was still sitting behind his desk.

He smoked a cigar,

looking blankly at the documents on the table—on top was the loss report of the Soros Fund, the red "-1 billion USD" particularly eye-catching.

Don't know how much time passed,

the cigar between his fingers burned to the butt, and only after it burned his finger did he suddenly come back to his senses, casually pressing the butt into the crystal ashtray, making a "sizzle" sound.

This 1 billion USD loss was the fund's own money, not counting that of the investors.

The real trouble wasn't this 1 billion, but the 5 billion USD loss of the investors.

Because of the Southeast Asian financial storm, his reputation soared, leading many investors to find him and want to send him money.

Now it's good.

He lost 60% of it.

"Ring ring ring~~~~"

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang.

It was the person in charge of a certain sovereign wealth fund in the Middle East.

"Soros! The 1.2 billion USD we invested is now only left with 500 million! You said before that Hong Kong was a sure profit, and what's the result? You must give us an explanation! Within 3 days, either come up with a plan to compensate for the losses, or I'll make you look good!"

Anger came from the other side of the phone.

Soros: "Mr. Hussein, the market has risks, this time it was an accident..."

"Accident?" The other party interrupted him, even more angrily, "I don't care, in 3 days I want to see a result I'm satisfied with, otherwise you bear the consequences yourself!"

Bang~~~

The phone was hung up rudely.

Ring ring ring~~~~

Another phone rang again.

It was an old-fashioned consortium from Europe; although the other party's tone wasn't as aggressive, it carried an unquestionable toughness:

"This time, we lost 500 million USD; you must give me a satisfactory answer!"

Soros could only keep apologizing, and that was just apologizing.

Futures risks are high, who can you blame?

Throughout the following morning, afternoon...

One call after another kept coming in.

Soros answered one call after another; he leaned back in his chair, feeling as if all his strength had been drained.

It wasn't over yet,

some of the funds under his banner that didn't participate in the attack on Hong Kong started to have investors redeem their funds one after another, with a total amount exceeding 800 million USD.

But now the Soros Fund only had about 400 million USD, and that was the kind that hadn't arrived yet.

If things go on like this, the fund will soon be bankrupt and liquidated.

Soros picked up his phone and called friends at banks and financial institutions on Huaerjie to see if he could borrow some money.

He made over a dozen calls, and everyone beat around the bush before hanging up.

Before, he was very glorious on Huaerjie, and many people revolved around him.

But this time, after the crushing defeat in Hong Kong, no one was willing to help him anymore.

Subsequently,

some core talents of the company started to submit their resignations one after another; there were funds wanting to poach them.

Soros put down his phone and looked at Huaerjie outside the window.

At this time on Huaerjie, night had fallen, the lights were brilliant, and it was as prosperous as ever.

Before, he felt he could summon wind and rain.

But now, he felt like a joke—the fund lost money, investors were forcing his hand, internal morale was scattered, and friends on Huaerjie were all avoiding him.

Clearly Rodney Jones had already died for him, why couldn't the anger of these investors be a little less.

He started to regret why he was so greedy and went to provoke Hong Kong.

But regret is useless.

Now he can only pull himself together and weather this crisis.

Fortunately...

Other funds in the United States, like Tiger Fund, all had huge losses.

Everyone is equally miserable.

On the third day, several departments of the US government started to come to the Soros Fund company to conduct investigations.

On the fifth day, the Soros Fund started to announce some operation processes to the outside world...

At the same time,

US funds like Tiger Fund also faced investigations.

The losses were too severe.

The investors were very annoyed!

Die for me!!

Philippines.

"300 million!"

"1 billion is only left with 300 million!"

In the office of the Philippine Presidential Palace,

Estrada slammed the document fed back from Soros onto the table.

He was so angry he paced around the office, almost going crazy.

Originally, the Philippine economy had collapsed and was in a precarious state.

They finally managed to scrape together 1 billion USD, wanting to follow Soros to earn some money to save the emergency, and what was the result?

1 billion is only left with 300 million!

He walked to the window and looked at the dilapidated streets outside—in the distance, there were people protesting with signs saying "want food," police cars patrolling the streets, and the whole country was shrouded in poverty and chaos.

Thinking of this, he was even angrier.

"Why? Why is Hong Kong completely fine?!"

"Our Southeast Asian countries were brought down by Soros, the economy collapsed, yet Hong Kong could stabilize, and even take advantage of this opportunity to make a big profit?!"

"This is unfair!"

He was so angry he kicked the stool fiercely.

"Ow~~~"

It hurt so much he clutched his foot, hopping around.

Just at this moment, the office door was pushed open violently, and the secretary ran in in a panic, holding a piece of data that had just been printed—news from the United States.

"President! Not good! Something big happened!"

Estrada looked back, his eyes still full of anger: "What is it? Panicking like this!"

In the end, he didn't say any stupid words like "stay calm when encountering big things, go out and come back again."

The secretary handed over the news draft,

"New York Times... Soros Fund published a piece of data!"

The female secretary's voice was trembling,

"It's written clearly on it that our Philippine government invested 1 billion USD, the Indonesian government, Thai government, Malaysian and Singaporean governments... all invested several hundred million... these funds have all lost until only 30% is left!"

Estrada snatched the news draft and read down quickly.

When he saw the content "Philippines 1 billion USD only left with 300 million," his face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Is Soros crazy? How dare he publish this?!"

He was trembling with fear.

If this matter were known by the Philippine people, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The people were already dissatisfied because of poverty; if they knew the government secretly took 1 billion USD to engage in financial speculation and lost it until only 300 million was left, it would definitely trigger a bigger riot.

There is one more point,

the Philippines has a grudge against Soros!

"Block it! Block the news immediately!"

Estrada's tone was urgent,

"Contact all media immediately, not allowed to report this matter! Whether it's television or newspapers, as long as there is relevant content, delete it all! Absolutely cannot let people in the country know! Especially cannot let those protesting people know!"

Secretary: "I understand! I'll go do it now!"

The secretary didn't dare to delay and ran out quickly.

Estrada was left alone in the office again.

He slumped in his chair, looking at that news draft, feeling panicked and afraid.

But how could such a thing be hidden?

The Philippines itself is a vassal of the United States, economic exchanges are very close, and population movement is also particularly high.

Not long after, the news spread from the United States to the Philippines via phone, email, and other means.

This matter was too explosive.

So the news spread very quickly.

Subsequently, Murdoch's television station in the US reported this matter.

The entire Philippines exploded.

Angry people started to gather, incited by political enemies... no, they didn't need incitement at all!

1 hour,

the outside of the Presidential Palace was surrounded by a large number of angry citizens.

"Return our hard-earned money!"

"Soros is our enemy, you traitor to the country!"

"Step down!"

"Step down!"

The same scene happened in Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore, and other countries...

Public sentiment was agitated!

Public opinion was overwhelming!

Hong Kong.

HSBC Building.

A black Chevrolet stopped.

Guan Zu got out of the car.

Wearing a black suit, his posture was upright, with a majestic aura.

Behind him, secretary Wu Lianqian and bodyguard Ding Hu walked into the HSBC Building.

"Mr. Guan!"

"Good morning, Mr. Guan!"

Along the way, one HSBC employee after another greeted him.