Hollywood Hunter

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

Simon listened to the woman's sour tone, patted her waist with a smile, and turned to enter the living room of the suite.

There were two men and two women standing at the entrance. Just by their looks, Simon recognized at a glance that the older pair of middle-aged men and women should be Jennifer's parents, James Leibold and Carol Leibold. The couple are well-known financial lawyers in Manhattan, and the Raybould firm founded by the two specializes in providing legal support for corporate financing, restructuring, mergers and acquisitions, IPOs and other operations.

Jonathan Freedman, Pat Kingsley, George Norman and others are still on their way to New York. News came back to Los Angeles in the morning, and George Norman strongly recommended the Raybolds on the phone to help Simon deal with the current situation.

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

The couple looked very young, both in their forties. James Rayburd was taller than Simon, wearing a sharp black suit, with some stubble on his face, and his hair meticulously groomed. Carol Leibold wears a white women's suit, her brows and eyes look very similar to Jennifer, and the rolled up bun makes her look a bit more intellectual as a mature woman.

The Leibolds were also looking at the young man who "abducted" their daughter, and Carol Leibold looked at the woman meaningfully when shaking hands with Janet.

After a simple greeting, James Raybould refused Simon's invitation to sit down, glanced around the presidential suite, then gestured toward the door, and said, "Simon, let's go out and talk."

Simon was a little confused, so he still followed James Raybould to the corridor outside the suite.

Outside the corridor, James Leibold was not polite, and directly ordered the couple's assistants and the bodyguards of Simon and Janet to guard both sides of the corridor, but only took Simon to stand in the center of the corridor.

Jennifer and Carol took the initiative to stay at the door of the suite and didn't come.

After glancing around again, James Leibold looked at the young man in front of him, and said in a serious tone: "Simon, first of all I have to confirm one thing, you don't have to answer it directly. However, if the answer is no, this matter Maybe Carol and I don't need to be involved. So, is the money exposed in the media really belonged to you and Miss Johnston? Or are you just an agent?"

Simon understands that there should be many people holding this kind of doubt now, and he said without hesitation: "Jim, you must have read the newspaper. The current money is me using the $75 million step by step in the previous five and a half months. Flip it over. The $75 million principal came from what Jenny and I got when we sold the rights to Lola Run. So, yes, the money belongs entirely to me and Jenny.”

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

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

Simon nodded in approval. If someone just broke the news to the media, it would be impossible to appear in the most influential newspapers on the East Coast at the same time: "Jim, what about the second possibility?"

"Actually, I've probably guessed who is manipulating this matter," James Redbred said with a smile on his face, "Simon, do you know Rudy Giuliani?"

Simon thought about it, and the title "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 won the title of 'Mayor of the United States' by virtue of his command in the 9/11 incident, and later ran for president. Belongs to the standard political star.

Further on.

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

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

"Since taking office, Giuliani likes to put pressure on the parties by disclosing the news to the media in advance, which can not only accumulate fame for himself in the process of handling the case, but also force the target person to voluntarily submit under the pressure of public opinion. Moreover, the prosecutor's methods are definitely more than these, eavesdropping, anonymous letters, threatening phone calls, as long as he can achieve his purpose, he has used all of them." James Rebold said, glancing at the door of Simon's suite, Dao: "The other thing is, the headquarters of the SEC and the CFTC are in Washington, and you are being questioned in New York, which makes it even more obvious. Manhattan happens to be the jurisdiction of the Southern District of New York, the federal Most of the investigations and trials of financial cases take place here. So, Simon, I hope you haven't said anything in the room the last few days."

Simon

Following James Leibold's gaze, he looked at the door 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 really hope my judgment is wrong, but what I just said is from personal experience. You have to believe that an ambitious politician is definitely not comparable to the Mafia," James Redbold gestured to his assistant. He took a Motorola mobile phone from the other party and said, "Simon, I have been in contact with some security companies. Do I need them to send an anti-eavesdropping team to check? I believe you shouldn't care about this bill now."

Simon was suspicious, but nodded.

Half an hour later, looking at the bugs collected from the suite's landline, sofa, mattress, and even the soles of his leather shoes, Simon forcibly suppressed it for a long time, but he still couldn't suppress the strong anger that his personal privacy was violated. He picked up a vase in the suite and slammed it against the wall, turned around and walked out.

Paul Aikman, the housekeeping manager of the Plaza Hotel, who had just expressed strong dissatisfaction with Simon's invitation to the anti-eavesdropping team to inspect the suite, woke up from a stunned state after everyone left. The somewhat bald middle-aged man trembled and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his face, hurriedly chased out of the suite, followed Simon all the way into the elevator, and said in a hurried tone: "Mr. Westeros, this must be a misunderstanding, you Rest assured, we will definitely find out who is behind these shenanigans."

Simon glanced at the nameplate on Paul Aikman's chest, with obvious irony in his tone, and said, "Prank, Paul, do you often have this kind of prank here?"

"No, no, of course not," Paul Aikman shook his head quickly and said: "Mr. Westeros, can you give us some time? We will give you a satisfactory answer. Hope, I hope you can leave reveal it."

Simon didn't answer, and the elevator quickly came downstairs.

Stepping out of the elevator, Simon remembered the group of reporters guarding outside the hotel, and finally calmed down.

Looking at the people around him who came down with him, Simon gave Janet a worried look, and said softly, "Baby, sort out what you need to take away, let's go over to 68th Street."

Janet gave Simon a serious look before nodding and re-entering the elevator.

Seeing that Simon's expression softened, Paul Aikman knew that he would definitely not return to the guest room again, and said, "Mr. Westeros, if you want to leave, I will let someone arrange a car."

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

Neil Bennett responded and walked out with several staff of the security company.

After saying this, Simon turned to the Leibolds and said, "I'm so sorry, you two, I just lost my temper."

James Leibold shook his head slightly and said, "It doesn't matter, Simon."

For so many years in the business, James Leibold has seen too many similar scenes. Compared with those clients who were furious and even threatened to kill when they found out that they had been eavesdropped, he was quite impressed that Simon, who was young and energetic, could calm down so quickly.

Janet came downstairs quickly. When the two moved in, there were two suitcases in total. After the woman went downstairs again, she just handed a much lighter suitcase to Ken Dixon, waiting for Neil Ban Nate confirmed that the car had been checked, and the group walked out.

Seeing Simon walk out of the hotel, the group of reporters who had been waiting for several hours suddenly boiled and gathered frantically around him. The dense shutter sound was accompanied by a loud question that was almost completely inaudible.

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

"Simon, why are you buying $1.1 billion in tech stocks?"

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

"Simon, after the opening bell today, technology stocks rose sharply across the board. What do you think of this?"

"Simon..."

Simon listened to the noise around him, but without saying a word, he hugged Janet in his arms and struggled to board a black Range Rover under the protection of two bodyguards and hotel security. The Leibolds and the security company's anti-eavesdropping team followed in their car.

When the reporters saw Simon's car leaving, they rushed to their own means of transportation.

The distance from the Plaza Hotel to 68th Street on the Upper East Side is less than 1 kilometer. The Land Rover quickly stopped in front of a light gray building. Simon and Janet got out of the car quickly, with the Raybolds and others who followed. Enter the apartment building together.

Simon and Janet successfully bought the penthouse in the building earlier this month.

The original owner of the apartment, a major shareholder in a confectionary food company, had sold the property to raise money for the struggling food company. After the stock market crash, the company's operating conditions worsened.

Because the homeowner did not accept the installment and required a one-time full payment, the two parties finally negotiated a transaction price of $11 million.

However, before the transaction was completed, the homeowner had removed all the expensive furniture, carpets, and artworks that were originally intended to be attached to the apartment. The house is in its original style and is planned to be redecorated.

Now.

Taking James Leibold and others into the duplex apartment, looking at the empty living room, Simon suddenly thought of the Montana Villa that Janet helped him rent.

Although the house was empty, Simon still

Let the anti-eavesdropping team of the security company conduct an inspection and confirm that there is nothing wrong. Janet left to buy some temporary furniture, and the Simon and Rayburds and others came to the rooftop on the top floor of the apartment.

This was originally a roof garden of about 40 square meters, and all the original flowers and plants were removed. At this time, it also seemed a little empty, but now everyone doesn't care about these details.

After submitting records of Westeros' stock index futures and stock trades in recent months at the request of the two agencies, Simone kept a copy in the suitcase Janet had just brought back from the Plaza Hotel.

Before he got the call from George Norman, James Raybold had perused several reports in several newspapers today about Simon's operations in the stock index futures market. However, looking at the more detailed transaction records in his hand at this time, he still felt a little incredible.

From mid-May to late August, from 270 to 330 in the S\u0026P 500, with a clearing and changing hands at 20 points, Simon’s operations were obviously carefully calculated, and he began to go short at 330 points. This kind of timing is also not something ordinary people can do. easy to do.

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

From October 1st to October 16th, for 12 trading days, the average rate of opening short contracts was about 2,000 per day, and the 26,700 short contracts were laid out just one trading day before the big crash. Then, after the collapse on October 19, more than 20,000 short positions of Westeros Company once again pinpointed the only three-day lowest index in the market to complete the liquidation.

five months.

As if predicting all the trends in advance, Simon is precisely operating along the S\u0026P 500's rise and fall curve. After reading the information in his hand, James Leibold found that he could no longer find accurate words to describe what he had just seen.

Miracle?

Miracles don't have to be so amazing!

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