Chapter 115: Only My Way Chapter 115: Threat

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Mark did not come alone.

On his arm was a woman in splendid attire, Catherine, Deputy Manager of Merrill Lynch's Investment Department — of course, her status as the president's second daughter drew even more attention.

Since their last meeting at the restaurant, although Chen Yi paid more attention to the Vatican's existence, he had not directly crossed paths with Mark. Coupled with the attack by a bunch of European goods, his smile had become somewhat forced.

If it weren't in unfamiliar Washington, he definitely would not have entertained the two of them.

Catherine entered the living room as if walking a red carpet, while Mark stood before Chen Yi, laughing loudly: "Mr. Cheng, a young talent, building a family business single-handedly — truly enviable."

"I don't believe in religion." Chen Yi actually just didn't want to listen to his rambling.

Moreover, the increase in strength made him increasingly able to arouse righteous sentiments when facing evil forces — of course, how to judge evil and righteousness ought to belong to one's own subjective right.

Mark smiled and introduced the woman beside him: "This is Miss Catherine, Deputy Manager of Merrill Lynch's Investment Department, whom you've met before."

"Miss Catherine."

Chen Yi's expression remained indifferent.

Mark continued unconcerned: "Mr. Chen, our visit this time hopes to join Gold Source International Company in the name of Merrill Group."

He smiled in a very charlatan-like way; this expression has considerable killing power on fools. Fools who despise fools, when not paying attention, are equally killed by it.

However, Chen Yi had seen far too many charlatans. The Mages of the Saint Qiao Kingdom — which of them isn't a legendary figure like a living immortal?

Ever since the Magic Subway appeared, Chen Yi occasionally wondered. Perhaps there are gods in the world, perhaps not. But if gods truly exist, then God must be a yellow-skinned Chinese person; otherwise why would He let himself obtain such an important means of transport? Figures like Jesus Christ might also exist, but they are like the true God's concubines — they can do some annoying things daily, but as long as they don't go too far, God will turn a blind eye after sleeping with them.

Now, facing a concubine's believer. Chen Yi couldn't muster a shred of a fool's worship.

Mark disappointedly withdrew his smile and said: "Mr. Chen, we offer two plans for your reference. One is joint investment to establish a new company; we'll help you pass new legislation. The other is Merrill acquiring Gold Source International at 85 million USD. We'll then invest another 100 million USD as company capital, and you'll still hold 30% equity. Of course, you must guarantee Gold Source International's profitability..."

The generosity of these terms is unimaginable. Especially the second acquisition, equivalent to giving Chen Yi nearly 100 million USD for free.

Operating 100 million USD on Wall Street is easy, but owning 100 million USD is hard.

It can be said that, aside from someone like Mark who believes Chen Yi got rich relying on some kind of procedure rather than a supercomputer, no other company would offer this price — by common return rates, a normal lightning trader's annual capital return is only 20% to 30%, not yet frightening.

Their era of vigorous development has not yet arrived; they are still limited by computer computing power.

No one knows Chen Yi's offshore company earns 15 million USD a day; no one knows his company operates at zero cost.

One can imagine that when Mark proposed these transaction terms, the pressure on him was not small. If not for Catherine's support beside him, the Investment Department would have ousted him long ago.

However, in reality his judgment was wrong.

A "Siren" cannot openly take equity in a company. In other words, if Mark gave Chen Yi 85 million USD and the latter ran off, Merrill Bank would get nothing.

Of course, when actually transacting, the bank side would conduct evaluation. But the strictness of such evaluations varies by person; if a swindler really wanted to use this to make a killing — Wall Street's history has no lack of successes.

Chen Yi shook his head regretfully: "You've got the wrong person."

"The company doesn't belong to you?"

Chen Yi merely shook his head without speaking.

Mark fell silent.

His basis for judgment was actually very simple: if Gold Source International Company truly had a supercomputer that could monopolize the NYSE, the cost of that supercomputer would drag a small company under in two or three months.

More accurately, a small company simply lacks the financial resources to build such a supercomputer.

Therefore, he concluded this was a genius's momentary flash, producing some magical computer program, even a theory. Just like those Nobel laureates once did at Long-Term Capital Management.

In summary, Mark is still a brave young man with a grand future — too prone to believing his own judgment, always generalizing from partial evidence.

However, if the company isn't Chen Yi's — how is that possible!

Mark shook his head: "Mr. Chen, after meticulous investigation, we know you own Gold Source International Company..."

"A very simple investigation, right."

"Merrill Bank will not let you abscond with funds on Wall Street." Catherine suddenly spoke.

Her identity still carried some deterrent force.

Chen Yi laughed and suddenly asked: "How did you know I came to the United States?"

"I have some connections..." Mark's answer was to avoid a deadlock, but said nothing substantive.

Chen Yi regretted not tearing open a Listening Scroll just now.

He shook his head and said in Chinese: "We'll see."

Finished speaking, he picked up his backpack, intending to leave the room.

Catherine blocked him and said: "Our relationship with Mellon Bank is very good, far better than yours with Mellon."

"Oh?"

"If Merrill questions Gold Source International Company's credibility, guess what the result will be?" Catherine said smugly.

Chen Yi shrugged: "If you want to question our credibility, you'll have to produce evidence."

"Is evidence really necessary?" Catherine laughed loudly: "Do you think any bank examiner would dare hold a view contrary to Merrill Bank's existing doubts and help you pass loans of hundreds of billions of USD? Don't even dream about it."

She exhaled fiercely, pulled out a cigarette from her purse, lit it and said: "We don't even need to pressure other banks; just put you on a distrust list, and tomorrow morning other banks will stay far away. I was born in a bank; I know how those examiners review qualifications — they don't have that many resources to do repeated investigations, otherwise what's the point of interbank networking."

Chen Yi had to admit, what she said made a lot of sense.

Most terrifying is that Gold Source International's prime credibility comes from Mellon National Bank. If the latter gives a sufficiently poor evaluation, the credibility blow would be huge. Hard to imagine any bank would place hundreds of billions of USD on an unsafe company.

The Priest eased the atmosphere with a smile: "Tomorrow, please attend tomorrow's Golf Club; your main bank, Mellon Bank's William, will also attend. If you really aren't the boss, then please bring the boss too."

"Also." He spoke very priest-like: "Best to bring a female companion."

The two laughed and left the suite. Leaving behind an invitation.

Chen Yi sat back on the bed in shock, hand clutching that red letter, sinking into contemplation.

On Wall Street, without a bank's backing, you can't get anything done.

He still wasn't wealthy enough; three months' time let him have an income of around 1.5 billion, and after deducting all expenses, especially the 400 million dollars given to his old man, 1 billion remained.

Without the bank's 300x leverage, relying solely on this sum for lightning trading, profits would drop at least tenfold.

That meant using 1 billion dollars to earn 1.5 million dollars a day, 375 million a year. And he'd have to couple it with a supercomputer.

If the Siren charged fees, Gold Source International would lose their shirts.

Other brokerages take 30% pure profit after deducting equipment and labor costs.

"That charlatan really deserves to die."

Chen Yi slapped his head. If it were 30% profit, for him, there really was no need to keep struggling on Wall Street.

Mark seemed to have given him a choice, but in reality there was none. Because he couldn't merge the Siren into a company subject to strict regulation.

"Need to find a new bank. And one with no ties to Merrill."

This was no easy matter.

Still, tomorrow's banquet had to be attended.

Chen Yi left the room and called Tang Xiongfei, just saying: "Tomorrow find me a female companion, and a set of golf equipment, oh, and a golf coach, to teach me tonight."

Tang Xiongfei noted it down on paper and said: "Any requirements for the female companion? Skin color, race, that sort of thing?"

Chen Yi thought for a moment, thinking a round of golf might be long enough to make one want to vomit, so he took five seconds to fish out his wallet, pulled out a business card from the pitifully few cards, and said: "I'll give you a number, Emily, she's studying in New York, you send someone to pick her up. I'll call her."

"Okay."

The hotel lobby was crowded with people everywhere.

Guided by a waiter, Chen Yi reached the restaurant, and before calling Emily, he sat for a while, then called Grandpa.

On this planet, it's not only the free world represented by the United States that has banks.

And at the other end of Capitol Hill, a group of bank managers were also throwing a party.

Its host was precisely Catherine.

William Mellon held a glass of champagne, trailing after her, his face beaming with smiles, and said: "Heard you went to warn Gold Source International's boss?"

"A Chinese little boy." Catherine gestured small with her hand.

William laughed heartily, yet said with meaningful undertone: "Looks like Merrill Lynch is determined to enter lightning trading? Enter directly?"

"So what?" Catherine never gave face to men pursuing her: "Didn't you also pay the exchange? To be a colocation service provider?"

"Seems you want to save the money for counter-lobbying Schumer."

"That old fox is too hard to feed."

The two lightly clinked glasses.

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