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"Since he doesn't know what's good for him and won't let us into the game, then we'll offer a high price to poach their researchers, especially senior researchers. Didn't he post a recruitment ad on that Twitter account? We'll poach them all. Whether it's breach of contract penalties or legal risks, our Roxon Group will bear them all."
"Also, in a few days, find some people to get rid of their company's CEO. I'd like to see if that good-for-nothing young master can build the company up on his own without anyone to help manage it."
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He valued the Extremis Virus project highly and had great faith in its future. Therefore, handing it over to the useless young master was undoubtedly a huge waste.
Only when it is in his hands can it be truly effective.
The assistant hesitated, "Boss, the other party... is, after all, from the Ryan family."
“As long as we don’t kill that young master, John Lane doesn’t want to fight us to the death. What can he do to us? Lane has connections and official connections. Don’t we, Roxon, have them too? If we really fight, it will just be a matter of both sides suffering the same fate.”
Dario Agger smiled faintly and said:
"And once our plan is complete, Ryan will be nothing!"
……
at the same time.
In Texas, a thousand miles away from New York.
The outskirts of Houston.
Hawke's figure stopped high in the sky.
Phillips 66 Energy, one of Rockx's refineries, "520," is a significant asset, occupying an area three times the size of the original TCRI "Precision Furnace" plant, and its actual asset size is ten times that of "Precision Furnace."
If a major explosion were to occur at this refinery belonging to the Roxon Group, the entire Roxon Group would surely be thrown into chaos.
Especially that outgoing president, Little Flying Shoes, who is from Texas.
If Roxson is targeted by the Flying Shoes, his fate will be dire.
This is the price Roxson should pay for wanting to target AIM.
High-end business battles often employ the simplest methods.
"Hmm... a market capitalization of $4000 billion, no wonder the people at Rockson are so awesome."
Hawke looked at the stock price displayed on his phone.
And just thinking about the pollution control costs that Roxson will have to pay after the refinery explosion, as well as the subsequent targeting by Little Flying Shoes, makes me happy.
Turn around.
I flew back to New York.
Let Cipher check out the factory layout and stuff first...
"There's no rush for this."
He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Adriana Lima's number.
"Hey?"
"I need to talk to you. Come out for a bit. I've sent you the address."
"Huh?" Adriana Lima looked embarrassed. "I'm at home, I've already taken a shower..."
I don't like to repeat myself!
Hawke said domineeringly and coldly.
He immediately hung up the phone.
Twenty minutes later.
Adriana Lima knocked on the door of her room at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.
“Young Master!” Adriana Lima said resentfully, “I’m not your servant.”
"Shut up!"
Hawke felt a lot like Liang Kun at that moment, and he reached out and pressed down on Adriana Lima's head:
"I'm very angry now!"
Adriana Lima may have been a firefighter before, as she is very skilled at putting out fires.
The fire was extinguished in time.
Hawke didn't have anything to say either.
So I gave her a few gallons of milk.
Just a token of my appreciation.
As Adriana Lima walked, she staggered forward, her back and knees aching; she looked utterly exhausted.
no way.
Making a fire extinguisher isn't as easy as it seems.
"Not bad, it has flavor."
Hawke savored the memory.
The next day.
Lane Capital.
Hawke came to see Emilia, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and had to admit, she looked like a perfectly ripe peach.
One bite and it's incredibly sweet and delicious, with lots of juice.
He likes things with lots of water.
After cleaning up the mess, I followed Emilia out of the office and into the trading hall.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar face.
“Little Li? Oh, no.” Hawke scratched his head.
Emilia looked over with a puzzled expression, seemingly noticing that her young master was interested in this person. She waved her hand, beckoning him over: "His name is Jordan Belfort, and he has quite a bit of talent."
"Ah."
Hawke gave a soft reply, but his mind was in turmoil.
It turns out that the infamous Wolf of Wall Street had not yet made his fortune at this time and was working as an employee at Lane Capital.
This piqued Hawke's interest.
Given his position, he could have as many ordinary financial professionals as he wanted who were capable of resolutely carrying out their duties.
However, a truly top-notch financial talent is something that can only be found by chance.
History has proven that Jordan Belfort was indeed a gifted and top-tier financial talent.
Jordan Belfort swallowed hard. He recognized the man in front of him immediately—the famous Hawkin, the superhero "King".
Just then, a man dressed as a fund manager jogged over: "Excuse me, boss, Mr. Hawke, Jordan is my trader. May I ask..."
The fund manager was extremely cautious, afraid that Jordan might have offended this guy in some way.
Hawke's mind raced for a moment, and only now did he realize what was happening. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, you go ahead and get busy..."
Then he turned to Emilia, pointed at Jordan, and said, "Make him your second-in-command and mentor him."
Emilia paused for a moment, then nodded without asking why. "You're the boss," she said, "do whatever makes you happy."
When Jordan heard that he would be the boss's right-hand man, his breathing became heavier and his eyes gradually turned red.
Seeing the excited Jordan, Hawke patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him:
“In the finance industry, experience doesn’t matter; talent is the most important thing,” Hawke said with a slight smile. “Like Peter Lynch, who debuted at his peak and became more and more amazing, known as the man who constantly conquers Wall Street.”
“I think you could be the next Peter Lynch.”
Who working on Wall Street doesn't want to be Peter Lynch?
After making some simple arrangements, the short-selling operation against Roxson began.
$10 billion, leveraged 4 times.
It leveraged $40 billion in funding.
Compared to the Roxon Group's market capitalization of 4000 billion, this is clearly insignificant.
The empty warehouse was quickly built without attracting attention.
Jordan is starting to panic.
Wasn't the plan to bring him to the company to be Peter Lynch?
Why did the young master transfer all the funds right away?
Moreover, as an excellent stockbroker, he is certainly familiar with the name of the Rockxun Group, which has been gaining momentum recently and is very strong.
Frankly speaking, from his perspective, shorting Rockxun Group at this time would definitely not be a good choice.
"Boss." Jordan didn't dare to disturb Hawke, so he cautiously asked Emilia in front of him.
“Rockson Group’s market value just increased by another percentage point, and we lost $4 million.”
Jordan's hand was shaking slightly as he said:
"Could we reconsider our short-selling strategy against the Rockxun Group?"
He has never experienced the thrill of losing twenty million dollars in just one hour.
Jordan felt that if he could earn 20 million dollars in his lifetime, he could retire and live a happy and fulfilling second half of his life.
"Don't worry," Emilia said, her eyes still glued to the computer screen. "It's only a one percent percentage point; we're far from being wiped out!"
She said that, but she was actually quite panicked inside. The last TCRI incident had been very stimulating for her, so she figured Hawke must have some inside story this time too.
For example, what about a factory in Roxon that's going to explode?
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night.