Chapter 452 The paradise of chaebols & the hell of ordinary people

The other side of the planet.

Inside the JPMorgan Chase Bank headquarters building in Manhattan, New York.

The head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, pointed at James Robinson, who had a blank expression on his face and his eyes were blank, and said to John Chris Morgan who was accompanying him next to him:

"This is what you said, the best trader at Morgan Chase? Are you really not mistaken about this look?"

And John Cleese looked at James Robinson, who was full of confidence just a few days ago and looked like a Wall Street elite.

He has become a bit stupid like he is today.

John Cleese couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Well, at least it was like this before. Before that, Mr. Robinson was indeed one of our best traders, um... one."

"Then why is he like this now?"

"Forehead……"

John Cleese doesn't know how to explain it.

After thinking about it, he still said:

"It's related to Abel Smith. David, now I know why those oilmen call him the "Financial Moses." I have to say that this guy may really be a prophet in terms of finance."

David frowned.

The old man and John Cleese made the decision together.

Wanted to teach the Dixie boys in Texas a lesson.

In the next few days, David did not interfere much in the specific matters.

This is not because he is relieved about John Cleese, but because David is old after all.

My body function declined, and I happened to feel a little unwell in those few days, so I happened to be receiving treatment.

During his treatment, David paid little attention to this matter.

My health is much better today, and the head of Rockefeller rushed over immediately.

I didn't expect to see James Robinson here looking so shocked and confused.

Hence the question above.

After expressing some emotion.

John Cleese told David the reason why James is like this.

The situation is simple.

During the few days when David was absent, whenever John Cleese received information that Abel was personally operating over there.

James Robinson and several other JPMorgan Chase traders will also come online to compete against Abel.

It can be regarded as a direct battle with Abel on the frontal battlefield of finance.

The problem lies here.

Other times it's fine.

Once these few talented traders from the Morgan and Rockefeller families faced off against Abel for a few hours every day.

In the USD/JPY market, no matter how they trade, they are beaten to pieces by Abel.

No matter how smart these people are, no matter how excellent their trading skills are.

As long as Abel is online.

No matter what operations they made at that time, Abel would make the most perfect counterattack.

It's okay once or twice, but it's the same every time.

These proud men in the financial world are all extremely proud figures in their own fields.

After repeated blows, members with poor temperaments like James Robinson became what they are now.

The bald look after a severe blow.

Listened to John Cleese's explanation.

David's cloudy eyes condensed.

"Really or not? Everyone is like this, every time?"

John Cleese smiled wryly and nodded.

The head of the Morgen family would not believe it if he had not seen it with his own eyes.

But this time, as one of Abel's opponents.

John Cleese, who spent most of his time in several financial safe houses, saw Abel's trading methods many times.

James and the others were targeted every time they made a transaction, and they were targeted with perfect restraint.

John Cleese, who knew a lot about finance, had been feeling numb after seeing this situation for several days.

"This is the situation. You can find out from your people later. In this kind of matter, I don't think I need to lie." John Chris said.

"Is this guy really a prophet? Or..."

David looked at the people around him and John Cleese.

The look in the old guy's eyes, without saying a word, John Chris understood what he meant.

John Cleese hesitated and shook his head slightly, "David, I know what you mean. But it shouldn't be...unless he installs real-time monitoring above each of our heads. Otherwise, it won't be possible."

What David meant was that there might be Abel's spies on their side.

The spy revealed the trading methods here in real time.

But this was actually very difficult. Even they, who actually had people around Abel, had no way of getting the real-time situation.

Most of the information they can obtain is delayed by more than an hour.

The same goes for Abel.

Even if Abel could plant spies beside them, or in Morgan and Rockefeller's financial safe house.

If Abel wants to receive feedback information, there will also be a delay.

Not like now.

Abel's reaction was almost real-time, as if there was a real-time monitoring system above their heads.

"Substitute someone else."

David pointed at James Robinson, who had been so high-spirited in the past few days, "He is no longer suitable to be a trader. He is already a loser."

John Cleese nodded, and the two walked out of the financial safe house at the headquarters of Morgan Chase Bank side by side.

In the long corridor.

The two assistant bodyguards kept a distance from the two to ensure that their conversation would not be heard.

"It's not good if the situation continues like this. I took a look and found that the total floating loss is almost 10 billion US dollars."

"Yes. It is true. The "Moses of Finance" is well-deserved. In the market, perhaps no one can beat him."

David frowned when he heard that John Cleese was so "ambitious".

"David."

John Cleese suddenly stopped, and the bodyguards behind them also stopped.

Rockefeller looked at him, saw this Morgan who was much younger than him, and raised his hand to gesture around his neck.

I also heard him say: "He is abroad, in Singapore. Maybe..."

Unlike last time, when John Cleese raised this possibility.

David Rockefeller immediately objected.

This time the old guy was silent for a few minutes before gently shaking his head.

"That is a last resort and cannot be used now. John, don't forget the identity of this kid. He is a Texan..."

John Chris was silent for a moment, he knew what David meant.

To be honest, in the United States, it is very normal for someone to commit suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

This is a country where even a high-ranking official like the current Secretary of Commerce of the United States can crash in a plane; even a current high-ranking commander-in-chief can be so imaginative.

A train carrying hazardous chemicals derailed, and one environmental expert died, and two reporters died...

In the United States, no matter how big a person is, some kind of "accident" will happen.

It can be said that it is really not a surprising thing.

The problem is that the other party is the core figure of a large consortium.

More importantly, he is also the representative of the Texas consortium.

This latter identity can be said to be more troublesome for the two of them.
To be continued...