Hollywood Hunter

Janet came to the terrace, hugged Simon's arm and looked downstairs, just curled her lips and said, "Little bastard, your ponytail assistant's parents are here."

Simon listened to the woman's sour tone, smiled and patted her on the waist, and turned to enter the suite living room.

There were two men and two women standing in the hallway. Simon recognized at a glance that the older middle-aged men and women were Jennifer’s parents, James Rebald and Carol Rebald, just by their looks. The couple are both well-known financial lawyers in Manhattan. The Rebold firm established by the two specializes in providing legal support for corporate financing, restructuring, mergers and acquisitions, and IPO operations.

Jonathan Friedman, Pat Kingsley, George Norman and others are still flying to New York. The news came back to Los Angeles in the morning, and George Norman strongly recommended the Rebalds on the phone to help Simon deal with the current situation.

Everyone introduced each other, and Simon also looked at the Rebolds.

Both the couple looked very young and only about forty years old. James Rebald was taller than Simon, and he wore a neat black suit with some stubble on his face and his hair was meticulous. Carol Rebold wore a white women's suit. The brows and eyes looked very similar to Jennifer. The rolled up bun made her look a little more intellectual than a mature woman.

During the conversation, the Rebolds were also looking at the young man who had ‘abducted’ his daughter. Carol Rebald looked at the woman insignificantly when she shook hands with Janet.

After a brief greeting, James Rebold refused Simon's invitation to sit down. He glanced around the presidential suite, then gestured outside the door, saying: "Simon, let's go out and talk."

Simon was a little unsure, so he followed James Rebald to the corridor outside the suite.

When he came out of the corridor, James Rebald was not welcome, and directly ordered the assistants of the couple and the bodyguards of Simon and Janet to guard both sides of the corridor, but he took Simon to stand in the middle of the corridor.

Jennifer and Carol took the initiative to stay at the door of the suite and did not come over.

After sweeping his eyes again, James Rebald looked at the young man in front of him and said in a serious tone: "Simon, first of all, I must confirm one thing. You don't have to answer it directly. However, if the answer is no, this matter Maybe it’s not necessary for Carol and I to participate. So, is the money exposed in the media the two of you and Miss Johnston? Or are you just an agent?"

Simon understood that there should be many people holding this kind of doubt now, and he did not hesitate to say: "Jim, you must have read the newspaper. The current money is my use of 75 million US dollars step by step in the previous 5 and a half months. Turned over. The $75 million principal came from the proceeds from the sale of the distribution rights for Laura Run with Jenny and I. So, yes, the money belongs to Jenny and me."

As a professional financial lawyer, James Leibald has just figured out Simon's trajectory of doubling his principal amount of US$75 million to US$1.62 billion in recent months from the information exposed in the media. However, he also felt that this matter seemed too incredible, that's why he asked this question.

Hearing Simon’s personal confirmation, James Rebold stopped talking and continued: “Simon, in the current situation, in my opinion, there are two possibilities. First, someone traded your account in recent months. The records were sold to several major newspapers. However, you should also understand that this possibility is very low."

Simon nodded in approval. If someone broke the news to the media, it would not happen to appear in the most influential newspapers on the East Coast at the same time: "Jim, what about the second possibility?"

"Actually, I probably already guessed who is controlling this thing," James Rebald said with a smile on his face, "Simon, do you know Rudy Giuliani?"

Simon thought for a while, and the title of "Mayor of the United States" flashed in his mind.

In memory, Rudy Giuliani served as the mayor of New York City from 1994 to 2001, and was awarded the title of'U.S. Mayor' by virtue of his command in the 9/11 incident, Ruo Ding, and later ran for president. Be a standard political star.

Go further.

Combining the news obtained from newspapers and media after his rebirth, Simon quickly spelled out a series of information. Rudy Giuliani is now the prosecutor of the Southern District of New York. Since taking office in 1983, the other party has begun to take tough measures. Fight against financial and gang crime in New York.

Nodding lightly, Simon said with some doubts: "Jim, you think Giuliani did this."

"Since taking office, Giuliani has liked to put pressure on the parties by revealing the news to the media in advance. This can not only accumulate fame for himself in the process of handling the case, but also force the target person to actively submit under the weight of public opinion. Moreover, the prosecutor’s methods are definitely more than these, eavesdropping, anonymous letters, intimidating phone calls, as long as he can achieve his own goals, he has used them all.” James Rebald said, glanced at the direction of the Simon's suite. Said: "There is another point. The headquarters of the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Commodity Futures Trading Commission are both in Watsonton, but you are receiving questions in New York. This is even more obvious. Manhattan happens to be the jurisdiction of the Southern District of New York. Most financial investigations and trials are conducted here. So, Simon, I hope you haven’t said anything you shouldn’t say in your room in recent days.”

Simon followed James Rebold's gaze and looked at the entrance of the Presidential Suite, and said, "Jim, this is the Plaza Hotel. Also, are you sure you were talking about the Federal Court, not the Mafia?"

"I hope that my judgment is wrong, but what I just said is personal experience. You have to believe that an ambitious politician is definitely not comparable to the Mafia," James Rebald gestured to his assistant. Received a Motorola mobile phone from the other party and said, "Simon, I have been in contact with some security companies. Do they need to send an anti-eavesdropping team to check it? I believe you should not care about this bill now."

Simon was suspicious, but nodded.

After half an hour, looking at the bugs that were collected from the suite’s landline, sofa, mattress, and even the soles of his own leather shoes, Simon forcibly suppressed it for a long time, but still failed to suppress the intense anger of personal privacy being violated. He picked up a vase in the suite and threw it on the wall, turned and walked out.

Paul Ekman, the room manager of the Plaza Hotel, who was still expressing strong dissatisfaction for Simon's inviting the anti-eavesdropping team to inspect the suite, only woke up from a dazed state after everyone left. The somewhat bald middle-aged man tremblingly took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his face, hurriedly chased out of the suite, followed Simon into the elevator, and said in a hurry: "Mr. Westeros, this must be a misunderstanding, you Don't worry, we will find out who did these pranks."

Simon glanced at the nameplate on Paul Ekman's chest, with obvious irony in his tone, and said: "Mischief, Paul, do you often have such pranks here?"

"No, no, of course not," Paul Ekman quickly shook his head, and said: "Mr. Westeros, can you give us some time? We will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. Hope, I hope you don’t Let this matter out."

Simon did not answer, and the elevator soon came downstairs.

Walking out of the elevator, Simon thought of the reporters guarding outside the hotel and finally calmed down.

Looking at the people around him who came down with him, Simon made a relieved look at the worried Janet, and said softly, "Baby, please tidy up the things that need to be taken away. Let's go to 68th Street."

Janet looked at Simon seriously, nodded, and reentered the elevator.

Paul Ekman saw Simon's expression ease, knowing that he would definitely not return to the guest room again, and said: "Mr. Westeros, if you want to leave, I will have someone arrange a car."

"No," Simon shook his head and said to Neil Bennett: "Neil, you take them to check our car too."

Neil Bennett responded, and walked out with a few staff from the security company.

After that, Simon turned to the Rebolds and said: "I'm really sorry, two people, I just lost my mind."

James Rebald shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay, Simon."

After so many years in the industry, James Rebold has seen too many similar scenes. Compared to customers who found themselves furious after being tapped and even threatened to kill, Simon was able to calm down so quickly, which made him quite admired.

Janet quickly came downstairs. When the two moved in, there were two suitcases in total. After the woman went down again, she just handed over a significantly lighter suitcase to Ken Dixon and waited for Neil Ben. Nit confirmed that the car had been inspected, and the group walked out.

Seeing Simon walking out of the hotel, the reporters who had been waiting for a few hours suddenly boiled over and gathered around him frantically. The intensive shutter sound was accompanied by loud questions that were almost completely inaudible.

"Simon, is the news in the newspaper true?"

"Simon, why buy $1.1 billion in technology stocks?"

"Simon, will you continue to be a director in the future?"

"Simon, technology stocks have surged across the board after the market opened today, what do you think of this matter?"

"Simon..."

Simon listened to the noise around him, but put Janet in his arms without saying a word, and under the protection of two bodyguards and the hotel security, he struggled to board a black Range Rover. The Rebalds and the anti-eavesdropping team of the security company also drove up to follow.

The reporters saw Simon's car leaving and rushed towards their own vehicles.

It was less than 1 kilometer from the Plaza Hotel to 68th Street on the Upper East Side. Land Rover quickly stopped in front of a light gray building. Simon and Janet got off the car quickly, bringing the Rebolds and others who followed. Enter the apartment building together.

Simon and Janet successfully bought the penthouse apartment in this building at the beginning of the month.

The original owner of the apartment was a major shareholder of a confectionery food company. The other party sold the property to raise funds for the troubled food company. After the stock market crash, the company's operating conditions worsened.

Since the homeowner did not accept installments and requested a one-time payment in full, the two parties finally negotiated a transaction price of US$11 million.

However, before the completion of the transaction, the homeowner moved all the expensive furniture, carpets, and artworks originally intended to be included in the apartment. This is also one of the conditions for the price to be able to talk about 11 million US dollars. Simon does not like it. The original style of this house is planned to be renovated.

right now.

Taking James Rebald and others into this duplex apartment, looking at the empty living room, Simon suddenly thought of the Montana villa that Janet had rented for him.

Although the house was already empty, Simon asked the security company's anti-eavesdropping team to conduct an inspection and confirmed that there was nothing wrong. Janet left to purchase some temporary furniture. Simon, Rebald and his wife came to the roof top of the apartment.

This was originally a 40-square-meter roof garden, and all the original flowers, plants, and grasses were moved away. At this time, it also looked a little empty, but now everyone would not care about these details.

After submitting the stock index futures and stock transaction records of Westeros in recent months in accordance with the requirements of the two major institutions, West Monte intends to keep a backup in the suitcase that Janet just brought back from the Plaza Hotel.

Before James Rebold received a call from George Norman, he had read several revelations about Simon's operation in the stock index futures market in several newspapers today. However, looking at the more detailed transaction records in his hands at this time, he still felt a little weird.

From mid-May to late August, from 270 points to 330 points in the S&P 500, Simon’s operation was clearly calculated after careful calculation, from 270 points to 330 points in the S&P 500 index. Simon’s operation was obviously carefully calculated and turned to short at 330 points. Easy to do.

Later, Simon's operation in October was even more amazing.

From October 1st to October 16th, twelve trading days, an average of 2,000 short contracts were opened every day, and 26,700 short contracts were completed just one trading day before the crash. Immediately after the crash on October 19, Westeros's more than 20,000 short positions once again very accurately grasped the only three-day low index in the market to complete the clearance.

Five months.

As if foreseeing all the trends in advance, Simon is precisely operating along the S&P 500's up-down curve. After reading the information in his hand, James Rebold found that it was difficult for him to find accurate words to describe everything he had just seen.

miracle?

Miracles are not necessarily so magical!