The next day, all the money that William had earned in the futures market was safely transferred to his account at the Swiss National Bank. Looking at the account balance displayed on the computer, William jumped up with joy and happily signed ten checks for seven million dollars to ten traders.
After signing a supplementary confidentiality contract, these guys took the checks and excitedly packed up their personal belongings and couldn't wait to run away.
They hadn't been home for three months and hadn't even called back. Now, they couldn't wait to go home and find their wives and children. Three of them who didn't have wives and children had already made an appointment to go on a trip. The beautiful beach was waiting for them.
On the other hand, the vice president of the National Bank, Jon Gris, looked regretfully at William giving out bonuses to the bank's traders in the VIP room.
He now wanted to slap himself in the face. He regretted that when William made the first 32 million dollars, he didn't follow his intuition and follow William to short the market. He even regretted that he didn't listen to William's reminder to take out a sum of money for William to operate.
Although William didn't say it clearly to him, what kind of person was he? How could he not understand William's hint? He regretted it. He was so angry that he couldn't sleep last night. If he had given William one million dollars, it would have become ten million now. Ten times. How many years would it take for him to earn this money? How many years would it take for him to encounter this heaven-sent opportunity?
He boasted that he was a strong player, but when the opportunity was right in front of him, he didn't seize it. There was nothing more painful than watching others make a lot of money, but he didn't even have the chance to eat the dust.
Qiang Grace wished he could empty a magazine on the bank's board of directors who had opposed his proposal. They watched William make more than three billion dollars, but they didn't get a single cent. The agreement they had signed was an VAM agreement. If William won, the bank would have nothing to do with it. The most abominable thing was that the National Bank stood on the wrong side in the stock market crash and lost hundreds of millions of dollars.
After sending the trader away with a smile, William looked at Qiang Grace, who had a forced smile on his face, and said in his heart, "Qiang, what's the matter? Are you here to congratulate me? It's a pity you didn't invest in me back then. "
Jon Grice's face trembled and his heart bled. However, he had come with a mission today, so he had to pretend to be happy and congratulate him.
"Congratulations first, Mr. Devonshire. You are the best genius I have ever seen in my fifty years of life. No one in England dares to call you crazy anymore. These days, most of the newspapers in England are debating how much money you have made in the stock market crash.
Remember, we are all frantically looking for you, Mr. Devonshire. I feel that you are more composed than an old man in his fifties like me. If it were me, I would definitely tell them openly and see if the faces of those who laughed at you hurt. "
After hearing this, William understood that Jon Grice was jealous and wanted to get some benefits from him. Damn, in order to get benefits from him and save their losses, he did not even care about his face and directly used the media to threaten him.
Fortunately, he had a confidentiality agreement with the bank. The bank did not dare to disclose the specific information because confidentiality was the foundation of all banks in Switzerland. However, the old man in front of William was not so sure. After all, the National Bank was the National Bank, and Jon Grice was Jon Grice.
Betrayal had a price. When the money reached a certain amount, William did not have the confidence that Jon Grice would abide by the professional ethics. As long as there were a few million dollars, Jon Grice might even sell his operation as a secret to those who did not know the truth.
He and Jon Grice did not have a confidentiality agreement. As long as it was done covertly, there was no evidence of this kind of thing. If there were a few million dollars, he could just retire.
"Well, Jon, let's get to the point. I don't believe that you came to me today to compliment me, but don't go too far. Enough money can do a lot of things," William said with a serious face and a threatening tone.
Jon Grice saw that William's tone was stiff and his words were so direct. He knew that his action of coming to William today had made the billionaire misunderstand.
He did not want to betray William. After decades of working, he knew that when money reached a certain level, it was more terrible than power.
Jon Grice regretted it. He did not expect William's reaction to be so fierce. Damn it, he was just jealous. He was not an idiot to completely provoke William. There were people outside who would kill his family for a few million dollars.
At least he was still an experienced person. He quickly adjusted his mentality and said with a smile, "You can rest assured, Mr. Devonshire. I have professional ethics. I am the person in charge of your National Bank. I promise that no one on the board of directors will know the income of your operation except for me. I have absolutely no intention of threatening you.
Speaking of this, Jon Grice hesitated and looked at William with shame and said, "The National Bank has lost too much in this stock market crash. The board of directors has a huge dispute on the issue of whether the stock market will fall or rebound. I know that you must have a very high degree of understanding of the American stock market. Otherwise, you would not have been able to enter the market when the stock index was at its highest. So I came this time to hope that you can give me some information as a reference for our bank's future operations."
William looked into Jon Grice's eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of panic. Damn, this old guy's acting was really good. If he did not have the mental strength to perceive that his heart was beating violently, he might have been deceived by this old guy.
William thought quietly. He was not afraid that people would really know that he had made a fortune in the stock market crash, because he had warned the public a few months ago. People had already accepted the fact that he would make a lot of money. At worst, he could hide in the castle in Oxford and keep a low profile for a few years. Time would make the public forget a lot of things.
And he really needed to keep a low profile. He did not want the public to focus on him at this time. Many people who had lost and had ulterior motives would certainly slander, abuse, and even frame him.
What was more troublesome was that most of the people were blind. If he over-hyped his achievements this time, the people would buy whatever stocks he bought in the future. Then he would be watched by the stock market regulators all the time. Any acquisition would be carefully checked and delayed, which would greatly affect his future operations in the stock market.
Knowing what stocks would rise in the future, but the regulators would not allow him to trade in the name of review. That would really drive him crazy.
Thinking of this, William had to think of a way to appease Jon Grice. "Well, Mr. Grice, I understand why you're here. But Mr. Grice, at this point in the stock market, I think even God can't accurately judge the specific trend of the stock market. No one can know what points will rise and fall. Am I right, Mr. Grice?" Jon Grice asked.
Jean Grice nodded as if it was a matter of course. William was not a god. Before the stock market crash, it was easy to find some clues. Anything was possible if they took a gamble. But after the stock market crash, it was true that no one could accurately judge the specific points.
"According to my judgment, the advice I can give you is that I think there will be an appropriate rebound in the stock market at this time, but the overall decline in the next one or two years is irreversible. I think there is no problem for the U.S. stock market to fall below 2,000 points. It is even possible for it to fall below 1,500 points."
Before William could continue, Jon Grice was scared half to death by William's words. He stammered, "This, this is possible. Your conclusion is really crazy. The market value of the U.S. stock market has fallen by more than 30%. If it falls to 1,500 points, it will fall by 70%. God, if that's the case, how many people will be forced to jump off the building?"
Jon Grice was so frightened by the scene in his mind that his hands trembled. He kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
Jon Grice grabbed William's arm and said in a panic, "So you think the stock market crash is inevitable. God, this is the worst news I've heard these days."
But William was now the winner, and Jon Grice had to take anything he said seriously.
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