At the Quantum Fund, a quote was framed behind the big desk.
"I was born humble, but I must not die in poverty." —Soros.
It wasn't just decoration; it was his creed.
At this moment, the air in George Soros's office was electric. A group of Wall Street's finest traders, men who usually had the emotional range of a brick, couldn't stop themselves from grinning. They were vibrating, practically giddy.
Why? Because today, they had made an obscene amount of money.
Tap... tap...
The sound of methodical footsteps echoed from the hall. The office door pushed open.
Instantly, the entire room of financial experts and traders shot to their feet. They stood in respectful silence for the old man who walked in. Born in Budapest, Hungary, but remade on Wall Street, he was the financial crocodile himself: Soros.
"Well, everyone, please sit down," a rare, thin smile cracked Soros's usually stern face. "Let me hear the good news."
A financial analyst, his voice brimming with pride, stood up. "Boss, thanks to the Thai authorities abandoning the fixed exchange rate, the Quantum Fund harvested a total of 130 million dollars today."
He paused, letting the number sink in. "In the next week, from the Thai market alone, we expect to reap a profit of at least 400 to 600 million dollars."
A burst of sharp, self-congratulatory applause filled the room.
Soros clapped his hands slowly, nodding. "Well," he said, his voice a dry murmur. "Not bad."
Hearing this, the analyst beamed.
"Tell me," Soros continued, "how many of our 'friends' poured into Thailand today?"
"Boss, according to our intel," the analyst replied immediately, "Goldman Sachs, Morgan, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch, Bear Stearns—all five major investment banks—plus thousands of smaller firms, are pouring in. In just today, the total inflow of funds is at least 90 billion dollars."
He took a breath. "And our analysis shows that in the next week, the amount of international capital hitting Thailand will climb to 300 billion."
Three hundred billion. A staggering figure. Enough to buy some small countries outright. And once you added leverage... it was enough to command a trillion-dollar market.
Against a pack of red-eyed wolves this size, the Thai government, with its limited reserves, didn't stand a chance. Its fall was already a done deal.
"300 billion," Soros mused, that faint, sorrowful smile touching his lips again. "A pretty good number." He looked at his team, his eyes seeing something far beyond the room. "But the chaos in Thailand will not stay in Thailand. It will lead to the devaluation of currencies across all of Southeast Asia. When that happens, the inflow of funds won't be 300 billion."
He let the silence stretch.
"I estimate that by then, the amount of rolling funds will be at least 4 trillion dollars."
Four trillion.
The words sucked the air out of the room. The traders, who had just been giddy over their 130 million, suddenly looked like they'd been punched. They weren't just taking deep breaths; they were gasping.
Four trillion dollars in international capital was enough to destroy the economies of most countries in the world. Back in 1992, Soros had led the charge against the British pound with only 500 billion. It had shattered the British government's finances and brought a nation to its knees.
And this... this was eight times bigger.
...
At the same time, in another tower. Goldman Sachs.
It was one of the five largest investment banks on Wall Street. At this moment, it was a behemoth. Soros's Quantum Fund was just a noisy, scrappy younger brother in comparison.
President Collins looked at the same data Soros was seeing, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Soros is still quite capable, yes, really good," he chuckled to his team. "Let his Quantum Fund take the lead. Let him be the face of the attack. We'll just follow behind and make a fortune. Is there anything more wonderful than this in the world?!"
The financial experts around him all smiled.
They weren't fooled by the headlines. Let Soros and his crew get their fill; the real profits, the generational wealth, were being made by Goldman Sachs and the other four banks.
In the 21st century, there was a saying: Soros was just a mad dog, let off the leash by the Federal Reserve and the five major banks. He was the one who did the bloody work, charging at the front, while they quietly made a fortune behind him. The oil crisis, the Japanese property bubble, the South Korean currency crisis... it was all the same story.
It meant that when the US economy weakened, it went hunting for wealth to feed itself.
In other words: "I have no money, so I'm coming to your house to get some. And you have to give it to me. If you don't, I'll just destroy your economy."
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"In finance, you can't say it's ethical or unethical. This is just an operation." "Morality doesn't exist here. It has its own rules." "I am a participant. I will play by the rules. I will not violate them. So I don't think there is anything immoral in it." "I do not feel guilty, or responsible." "If I don't speculate, it will still happen."
Sitting in his office at Gale Capital, Zane shook his head and laughed as he remembered Soros's famous quotes.
"It's really something," he muttered. The man had built an entire philosophy just to justify being a shark.
Zane's own attitude was clear: he would absolutely take a share of the profits. But he would not, under any circumstances, be the one leading the charge.
He knew Soros was on the wanted list of many countries, a man who couldn't travel freely for fear of assassination. He didn't dare leave the United States.
"It's great to be rich," Zane thought, "but what's the point if you have to worry all day and check under your car for bombs? Even if you're the richest man in the world, you can't enjoy life."
"I, on the other hand, want to... well... I want to sail steadily."
It hadn't been many days.
As Soros predicted, the situation spiraled. Speculators, as numerous as stars, flocked to Thailand. More than 350 billion dollars in capital flooded the market, completely shattering the Thai government's desperate rescue plans.
It was a mess. Speculators from all over the world were getting rich.
Of course, there were also the losers. Countless blind, greedy speculators, tempted by the profits and using insane 100-to-400-times leverage, were being ruthlessly washed out. They were vaporized in an instant, their funds swallowed by the predators without a second thought.
In the past few days, Zane was also overjoyed.
In just five days, Gale Capital had made a total profit of over 24 million dollars.
And he knew, with a thrill, that this was only the Thai market. This wasn't even the main course. This was just the appetizer.
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