American Peanuts

Chapter 85 All that’s left is prayer
From Monday to Wednesday, the relevant futures index fluctuated slightly, and generally rose steadily.

John Paulson arrived at Charlie's Manhattan mansion on Wednesday night.

"This lady looks familiar to me." John Paulson looked at the young black-haired girl next to Charlie, but couldn't remember it.

Charlie smiled and didn't answer.

"You go first. By the way, you have to eat plan B." Charlie said suddenly.

The woman nodded, silently opened her handbag, and ate the PLANB in ​​front of Charlie before being allowed to leave.

"We will continue to sell short tomorrow. This time we have already made a profit. We don't need to be afraid of triggering a forced liquidation, so we don't need to care about the gains and losses of the day. There is a saying: If you are reluctant to use your own children as bait, you will not be able to attract those hungry animals. "

As for who the hungry animal was, Charlie didn't care at all.

If you are willing to gamble, you have to admit defeat.

"But in this case, the money earned this time may be lost again, so we'd better stop." This time, even John Paulson opposed it.

"How did you become like this? I was the more timid one before." Charlie didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In his previous life, John Paulson endured losses and continued to sell short. Even though he was at a loss 90% of the time, he still persisted, and this was the final shocking comeback.

Perhaps, what has always supported him to persevere is the judgment of objective reality in his heart.

"I think things have become more and more complicated, so we have to stop." John Paulson said.

"Things are not complicated at all. Stick to what you believe in and leave the rest to me."

"You can leave, I have made appointments with other girls." Charlie urged.

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On Thursday, Charlie's funds entered the market again. Within an hour, the relevant stock index fell by more than 5.00%, and then rose sharply during the session. At the close, the relevant futures index increased by more than [-]% compared with the previous day.

Charlie lost more than $3 million that day.

On Friday, Charlie increased his capital investment and the situation was even worse than before, with a loss of up to [-] million that day.

Over the weekend, Charlie took some time to deal with the company's affairs and discovered that the rating agency had raised the rating again, and the relevant departments issued a letter stating that the trading of related index futures had increased significantly, reminding investors to avoid risks.

"Everyone on the Internet is watching your joke now." John Paulson found Charlie with a solemn expression on Sunday evening.

Charlie's previous behavior undoubtedly defrauded retail investors and caused them to lose their money. The Internet was a one-sided scolding of him, saying that he colluded with Wall Street to massacre retail investors.

But now, seeing Charlie in debt makes me happier than making money.

"No one will help you this time." John Paulson reminded.

Things have developed to this point, and it has turned into a tug-of-war between long and short. It is like a war. Whoever has more money has more ammunition. It is also more courageous than others. It is a psychological game to see who dares to put all his wealth. .

As for the opponent, Paulson also found out.

"It's a few funds under Peter Lynch, which are the main force, and there is also some hot money."

"Where's our side?" Charlie tried to ask.

He wanted to ask if he had any comrades in arms.

John Paulson shook his head: "They are all little people and little money."

What he said was correct, there was really no one to help Charlie get through the thunder now.

"We still have some profits now, why not..." John Paulson continued to comfort.

“How many funds are left before the forced liquidation line?”

"More than $80 billion."

This amount of funds is a little less than he expected.

After John Paulson left, he made another call to the pastor's assistant.

"Mr. Rossi has ordered me not to answer your calls for the time being."

Then Charlie made another phone call, which was his biggest trump card.

"Has the production line been established? Very good, Basking Shark. This time the target is middle-level employees of several financial companies. Be sure not to leak the news..."

After all this is done, all that remains is prayer.

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At the beginning of the new week, Charlie gave John Paulson an order to put all the remaining more than 80 billion US dollars into the market within a week at a gradually increasing pace.

John Paulson directly refused and threatened to resign.Charlie ignored it.Give orders personally.

On Monday, it seemed that the indomitable momentum scared off opponents, and the company made a small profit that day.

On Tuesday, hot money increased investment, and Charlie Rossi suffered a blood loss of 15 billion.

On Wednesday, Charlie Rossi continued to increase his investment, and once began to plummet during the session, but was pulled up strongly in the afternoon and suffered a disastrous defeat.

Thursday, huge failure.

At the close of trading on Thursday night, Charlie Rossi had less than $40 billion left to embezzle.

Since Tuesday, he has blocked all contacts and stayed alone in his mansion.

During this period, I only made one call to Basking Shark and read the reviews on the Internet.

The consensus is that Charlie Rossi is insane because of his dead end.

Charlie was very happy to know the news.

By Thursday night, even Gal Gadot, who was closest to Charlie Rossi, noticed something was wrong.

She wanted to take Charlie to a psychiatric hospital, the two had a dispute, and Gal Gadot was tied up by Charlie.

Early Friday morning, the door to Charlie's mansion was opened.Five people, John Paulson, William, Sol, Faith, and Hadley, rushed in.

They took Charlie to the hospital.

"It's too late, I've put all the remaining funds into the market, and I've increased the leverage." Charlie spread his hands and said to everyone.

Hadley immediately turned on the phone, not to mention the decline, and the relevant futures index ushered in the largest increase in history.

There is no such thing as a daily limit for U.S. stocks.Maybe Charlie's fancy suicide operations in the past few days have been too eye-catching, and it happened to be Friday, which sounded like a decisive battle. This time it attracted a lot of hot money.

All the people who had lost money before, all the people who were resentful of Charlie, all the people who were still watching the show, all the enemies were gone.The amount of funds for long positions may exceed that of short positions by ten times or even dozens of times.

"It's all over." Hadley's phone slipped from her hand.

"What exactly do you mean?" Faith Hill was puzzled.

"It's over." Hadley shook her head, her voice trembling.

"Charlie Rossi sent everyone to hell!"

"No, it's just pushed to the gate of hell. It's this morning. As long as the market drops sharply before the market closes, I can come back." Charlie Rossi corrected.

Under the extreme pressure, Charlie felt a little hyper and crazy.

It's so exciting.

"Wait a minute, Taili will call me..." Hadley looked at the incoming call alert on her phone.

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"I heard that Charlie Rossi has been sent to the hospital." Peter Lynch showed Buffett a photo on his phone.

"Go crazy or commit suicide, these are his only options." The old man said.

"International hot money is still coming in. Should we follow up more?"

"Of course, this is a [-]% profit opportunity created by Charlie Rossi's life. Why are you still waiting and watching?" The old man nodded.

(End of this chapter)