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"I heard from Gorman that Mr. Blankfein likes to eat Japanese Wagyu beef. I specially ordered the best Japanese A5 Wagyu beef steak, which was just airlifted from Tokyo this afternoon.

Then it will be cooked by Mr. Lehman, a Michelin five-star chef.

I hope Mr. Blankfein will like it."

"Thank you very much for Mr. Soros's hospitality. I am deeply honored."

Old Soros smiled and made a "please" gesture.

Blankfein was not polite. He picked up the knife and fork and cut a piece of steak into his mouth. After a slight refusal, he gave a thumbs up.

"Top-quality ingredients with top-quality cooking skills, the taste is great. Thank you again, Mr. Soros."

Looking at Blankfein who was praising him again and again, Old Soros smiled.

"Mr. Blankfein likes it."

At the same time, he thought to himself.

"Isn't it rumored that this guy is taciturn and not good at socializing? It doesn't look like that."

Gorman next to him glanced at Blankfein. The latter's performance today made him frown secretly.

According to his understanding, when Blankfein is more polite, it often means "rejection".

Under the familiar social skills of Old Soros, the four of them clinked glasses and laughed happily, as if they were old friends eating and chatting.

After feeling that it was about the same, Old Soros said directly.

"Mr. Blankfein, I believe you should also know about the Dragon Slaying Plan hosted by the Quantum Fund?"

"I've heard some of it." Blankfein smiled.

"What do you think of our plan?"

"Excellent. With your support, the dragon-slaying plan will surely succeed."

Old Soros glanced at him and said slowly: "After our unremitting efforts, the Golden Caesar who spent hundreds of billions of dollars in the oil futures market has been successfully trapped by us.

The next step is to slay this evil dragon and share the huge profits of hundreds of billions of dollars.

But this evil dragon is too big for us to eat alone.

So I specially invited Mr. Pandit, Mr. Gorman and you to join the dragon-slaying plan.

With Citi, JP Morgan and Goldman Sachs, plus Quantum Fund, Oracle and other companies, we can completely keep out those who want to get something for nothing.

And the huge profits of hundreds of billions of dollars are enough for us to share.

What do you think?"

Looking at the eyes of Old Soros staring at him, Blankfein turned his eyes.

"Mr. Gorman and Mr. Pandit have joined?"

James Gorman nodded, "JP Morgan is ready to invest 5 billion US dollars in the dragon-slaying plan."

Of course, this 5 billion US dollars is not JP Morgan's own money, but the money of its customers.

If there is a loss, it is the clients who lose, and Morgan can still earn management fees.

If there is a profit, it is even better, the huge fund dividends plus management fees are so tempting.

So whether it is a loss or a profit, JP Morgan makes money, it’s just a matter of how much it makes.

Of course, if this money is lost, in order to protect Morgan’s reputation, someone must take the blame.

But it is definitely not James Gorman himself.

The same reasoning applies to Pandit, who is in charge of Citi.

"Citi plans to invest $4.5 billion in Quantum Fund, and will invest again according to the progress of the plan."

"Lloyd, although we don't know how Jin Caesar persuaded the British royal family to help, this has reversed the situation of falling global oil prices, and has not fundamentally changed his situation.

Moreover, from the fact that he did not seize the opportunity to go long on oil prices, it can be seen that he has little money in his hands.

So this is a huge opportunity for us.

As long as we invest another sum of money, the powerful short-selling force that is gathered together will be able to completely defeat Jin Caesar.

It's easy to make huge profits.

You can also get a generous bonus." Gorman persuaded.

Blankfan smiled and said, "Jin Caesar still has a lot of assets. As long as he takes them as collateral, there will be a steady stream of funds injected into the futures market."

"Lloyd, you should have noticed that Jin Caesar is facing lawsuits. We all know that no bank or financial institution is willing to provide loans to companies involved in lawsuits." Gorman smiled.

Of course, this kind of thing is not absolute.

If Xu Liang is willing to accept high interest rates and low loan-to-value ratios, it is not impossible to borrow money.

But no one is willing to accept such a high-priced capital unless they are desperate.

Even if they accept it, they may not have time to get the money.

"Lloyd, this is a very rare opportunity. If it weren't for the frequent cooperation between JP Morgan, Citi and Goldman Sachs, we have formed a deep friendship with each other, I would not recommend you to Mr. Soros today."

Blankfein smiled. It's good to just listen to such words.

Whoever believes it is stupid.

"Thank you. Goldman Sachs is happy to participate in the Dragon Slaying Plan."

The eyes of old Soros, Gorman, and Pandit suddenly lit up.

Not only Xu Liang lacks time, they also lack time.

Now, whoever can get more capital in a shorter time will win the final victory.

If Goldman Sachs can join, plus other institutions, the Dragon Slaying Plan can at least gather nearly 20 billion US dollars, and the chances of winning will increase greatly.

"But it's a matter of great importance. I still have to strive for the approval of the management, so please give me three days, Mr. Soros, and give you an accurate answer within three days."

"Three days?" Old Soros frowned.

He didn't want to wait for a day.

Blankfein nodded. “After all, I just became the CEO of Goldman Sachs not long ago.”

It means that he does not have enough prestige and cannot act arbitrarily.

This explanation is reasonable, and the three people have nothing to blame.

"Then I will give Mr. Blankfein three days, but if it affects the final profit, please don't blame us." Old Soros smiled.

Blankfein nodded and said nothing more.

After chatting for a while, the few people said goodbye.

Looking at the car shadow going away, Old Soros stared for a moment.

"James, do you think he really wants to join, or is he deliberately shirking it?"

Gorman said slowly: "Blankfein is a guy who only cares about interests. If the Dragon Slaying Plan has a greater chance of success, he will definitely join."

Old Soros nodded slowly.

"Vikram, I hope Citi's funds can be received tomorrow."

"OK, no problem."

Pandit also knew it very well.

Only by investing as soon as possible and helping Old Soros to bring down the oil price as soon as possible can we win more institutions to join.

The Dragon Slaying Plan can succeed faster.

Seeing that he agreed, Old Soros breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the general trend of oil price decline has been stopped, he will try his best to push this general trend again, even if it is just a little bit, with his prestige for many years, he can turn it into a turbulent muddy current.

On the way back, Blankfein sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and rested quietly.

The cool wind from the air conditioner took away the summer heat.

Blankfein suddenly said.

"Dick, is there any new news?"

As the boss's administrative assistant, Dick Cohen knew very well what the big boss was asking.

He said quickly.

"According to the latest news from the National Hurricane Center, the newly formed tropical depression No. 12 on August 23, after forming in the southeastern waters of the Bahamas, strengthened into a tropical storm at 9 o'clock this morning.

Just an hour ago, I called Mr. Duncan of the National Hurricane Center, and he said that according to the latest detection, Tropical Storm No. 12 is still strengthening. If nothing unexpected happens, it will become a hurricane tomorrow and become the fourth hurricane in the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season."

Blankfein's eyelids twitched.

"Does the National Hurricane Center know its route?"

"Mr. Duncan said that this new hurricane may land between Hallanda Beach and Aventura in Florida."

"Maybe?"

Dick Cohen nodded, "The National Hurricane Center does not have 100% evidence that it will land. It's just more likely to land."

Blankfein nodded slightly and murmured in a low voice.

"Once it enters the Gulf of Mexico, it will be a big trouble."

It is well known that with the sea water temperature exceeding 32 degrees Celsius in the Gulf of Mexico, weak vertical wind shear and good high-altitude divergence, any hurricane that enters here will quickly become "fat" like a mouse falling into a rice warehouse.

If the hurricane becomes Category 5, it will be a lot of fun.