Chapter 522: Permission Storm (1)

Holding the 17th-level network permission, Huang Xuan felt a little satisfied in a trance. He added 2th-level network permissions within a day, which was a very good result, but he would not have expected that the authority storm would come so violently.

Gary Tiken is an old Wall Street man with 30 years of experience. He is so famous that he left his name in the encyclopedia. During this long trading career, Gary has made countless decisions worth millions, tens of millions, or even over 100 millions.

When he decided to believe in Huang Xuan, it seemed that his life went back 30 years ago. At that time, he was so young and his thinking was so quick that Merrill Lynch didn't believe that he could be kept.

In fact, Merrill Lynch did not keep him.

Gary Tiken is the industry's top analyst, even more legendary than countless Hollywood movies. Starting from a futures market trader, Gary Tiken spent 30 years to accumulate hundreds of millions of dollars in assets for himself, which is another legendary American Dream. The large-scale American Dream.

When Huang Xuan returned to the base of Xiaohe, Gary Tiken yelled in his proud New York accent: "Chinese, I want three people."

"Name?" Huang Xuan cared about Gary Tiken's initiative very much. He always believed that most people in the world believed that top financial analysts do not need experience, they only need wisdom.

Wisdom is the intelligence that contains knowledge. A good tenured professor of applied mathematics must perform better in the trading hall than ordinary traders who have been in the trading hall for 20 years. Gary Tiken is the best trader. He can replace almost anyone, and in fact, he provides information services for futures, engages in bond trading, develops series of trading software, and conducts cash exchange forex trading. Learning itself is impossible for a person to master so many skills.

Gary Tiken rubbed his hands on his chin and said, "Bill Hope, Douglas Lennon, and Carl Jobs, are all my former subordinates, and they are also polite."

After saying that, Gary Tiken actually smiled.

Huang Xuan couldn't help laughing too. He didn't laugh at the kidnappers much. At least not many times in his pitiful kidnapping career.

Nick was preparing for the simplest and most direct kidnapping work - the missing person who was not seen. It didn't take long to wait, and then he saw three white people being pulled out one by one.

"Take them a lesson."

Nick responded in a flattering voice and said, "The message of the great yellow master, Miss Cai Yan."

He was still reporting that Cai Yan's figure appeared in the base of the river.

Due to the loss relationship in the plane channel, Huang Xuan rarely wears decorations such as necklaces except for the necessary clothing. Of course, it is exceptional when going to other planes.

Cai Yan obviously followed this rule and chose to dress much cooler.

The pure white shirt with a transparent silky silk feel is a bit tempting. A noble black chest buckle pin packs the sexy carefully. The belt is specially replaced by a black and white satin scarf. The layered outfit immediately attracted Huang Xuan's gaze.

The elegant temperament and the confidence of the socialite make Cai Yan, who is not very beautiful, full of charm, and his slender legs are simply invincible.

The young classmate Huang stared at him, but Gary Tiken next to him whistled. The 72-year-old erotic ghost said in slow English in a familiar way: "Beauty, let's get married."

It seems that he has long known what to use to compete for women when he loses his age advantage.

Huang Xuan felt that this guy might have already experienced the "mating rights dispute" in the plane textbooks.

Cai Yan's English was as good as Huang Xuan's level. She glanced at Gary Tiken and quickly turned her head again. She didn't understand the pervert of the American old man.

Huang Xuan glared at Gary Tiken, but couldn't really do anything to this old man, so he simply took Cai Yan to the control hall in Area A and said, "What's the matter?"

Cai Yan's face turned slightly red. Since kissing Huang Xuan two days ago, the two of them have never met each other again. After calming down, Cai Yan looked at her feet and said, "I heard from Nick that you decided to execute the spy you caught?"

"Yes." Huang Xuan thought that Cai Yan might be the most suitable girl for politics. Galadia is more accustomed to peaceful competition, and Ren Ruochan is too soft-hearted.

"Do you want to terminate the terrorist arrest or not?" Cai Yan asked softly.

"It's basically the case." Huang Xuan sighed and said, "The boss of the spy gentlemen is back home."

Cai Yan didn't ask much, and said in a careful tone: "Now Americans are in a state of madness. If we don't give them an answer, we may not be able to stop."

"Don't care about them." Huang Xuan didn't care how crazy the Americans were. He had no intention of being here at all.

Cai Yan shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know what you think, but I still propose mine."

"certainly."

"Remember I told you to let the Americans restart the space race?"

"With China?" Huang Xuan of course remembered that he liked that idea, but he had no intention of taking care of it.

Cai Yan saw Huang Xuan's busyness keenly and said with a shallow smile: "If you like India, the EU can do it. I want to take this opportunity to make Americans turn their anger and attention away from terrorists to the space race."

“How to do it?”

"Advertising, actual scientific and technological achievements, and company development projects, I think the American elite are still willing to climb out of the dirty water of terrorists. If we give them a chance," Cai Yan smiled sly and said, "I heard you want those terrorist organizations to build companies?"

"kindness."

"Leave them to me." Cai Yan said confidently: "A few months later, you will find that what the US media discusses has become how to land on Mars, not on Iran."

"Okay." Huang Xuanzhanyan smiled and said, "To be honest, I am indeed a little busy."

As he spoke, he stared at Cai Yan's invincible beautiful legs, with bare legs exposed below, slender and round, with harmonious and orderly lines...

Noting his eyes, Cai Yan jumped up like a frightened rabbit and left the base as if he was running away.

Huang Xuan smiled lost his smile, sat down with both hands, and then looked up at the ceiling of the base and murmured: "The base of level 15 seems to be very high..."

The air in the room seemed to be very good. The exhausted Huang Xuan experienced two days full of twists and turns and tension. He was already very tired. For a 17-year-old boy, his body was far from ready to bear these hardships, and he soon fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the yellow light on his arm.

"Great and wise yellow master, the old man you chose is actually one in ten thousand of your greatness..." Nick saw Huang Xuan awaken and shouted like a sparrow with inconsistent couple's lives.

"Old man? Old pervert." Huang Xuan got up as if he had a nap, and his eyes swept over the energy screen that was always open beside him. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, and he looked over. In the Internet permission column, it actually said level 15.

"How long have I slept?" Huang Xuan's first question was still based on the time.

"3 hours, 28 minutes, 32 seconds." Nick's view of time was very accurate.

Huang Xuan glanced at the energy screen beside him again, and at the same time reached out and opened it two more. While watching the situation in the base, he confirmed: "Level 15 network permissions?"

"The old man you chose, oh, is an old pervert named Gary." Nick said in the tone of Huang Xuan: "He has operated the funds back and forth 27 times..."

"What about the loss?" Huang Xuan immediately interrupted Nick. His math was not good, so it was not enough to calculate the resumption. But based on 5% of 1 trillion of funds, there were probably not much left 27 times.

Nick said excitedly: "Making a profit of 71 billion yuan."

Huang Xuan was going crazy. If the old man was in front of him, he might kiss him. He suppressed and excitedly said, "Don't call that pervert next time. Let's go there now."

Xiaohe instantly brought Huang Xuan back to Area B. The old man Gary held his chin and was discussing something with his old subordinates.

Huang Xuan stood at the door and clapped, "Mr. Tiken, I heard you got an amazing answer."

"The answer is too simple." Gary said with a expression on his face: "Mr. Huang is confident in me now?"

"I have always had confidence in you." Huang Xuan said as he walked to Gary, looking at the energy screen they were operating, and said, "You surprised me so much, operating 27 times in a row..."

Listening to Huang Xuan's words, Bill Hope, who had a tense face on the side, said: "You don't seem to care much about profit."

As a normal forex trader, he made a profit of 7.1% in three hours without financial leverage, and at an average tax rate of 4%, which can be called a miracle. If it were on Wall Street, the profit of this capital would likely rise to 100%.

Huang Xuan smiled, moved his finger, made a stool beside Gary, ignored Hope, who was temperature, and pointed at the screen with his finger: "Actually, I care more about the number of times of operation. The more funds move back and forth, the happier I am. For this reason, I can even bear the loss. As long as it is within the loss limit, of course not 20% at a time."

He now looked at the energy screen and realized that Gary did not fully invest 1 trillion of funds in operation 27 times, but 27 high amounts of funds invested more than 50% of the funds, and the overall capital flow was about 20 trillion.

Gary looked like a consultant and said with no concern, "If you don't care about profits and losses, but only care about movements under the 4% tax rate, then I think we can probably be faster."

Ning Ao also seemed to see Gary's value and suggested: "Maybe we should destroy some stars from p001."
Chapter completed!