"Do you know Hilt?" Lu Liang asked.

Wilson nodded, in the London gold market hedge, it was Hilt who exposed Lu Liang’s position.

But upon reviewing the aftermath, it turned out Hilt’s leak didn’t matter much, Lu Liang had anticipated their expectations, already allowing Xingheng from Neon to slip in and fish for profits amidst chaos.

"He’s submitted his resignation to the State Street Headquarters, which has already been approved."

"I didn’t really know about this matter."

Lu Liang smiled faintly, carefree: "I’m funding a plan to help him acquire an investment bank in New York, and he will manage it going forward."

Wilson froze,

Immediately feeling as if he’d been struck in the knee by an arrow.

He suddenly remembered a manga from Neon, where there was a black organization, except for Gin himself, the organization mostly consisted of people from various factions.

When he saw the latest serial a few years ago, it seemed Gin was still unaware of all this, what a lucky fellow, ignorance is bliss.

"I deserve to lose."

Wilson let out a bitter laugh, estimating that when he was wagering in the London gold market, he was like standing naked before Lu Liang, no wonder he lost so miserably.

Lu Liang chuckled, not clearing Hilt’s name, since the two of them would have regular dealings in the future, a bit of conflict could be beneficial.

Wilson took a deep breath, returning to the main topic.

He asked: "So you want JPMorgan to invest in this new investment bank?"

Lu Liang nodded: "Anyway, JPMorgan will provide assistance, why not directly invest in the bank, skipping a step in between."

Wilson suddenly pointed at his own nose and asked: "Lu, do I look like a fool to you?"

JPMorgan investing in Tianxing Investment is all gain and no loss, but for JPMorgan to invest in this bank, it’s both gain and loss, whereas for Lu Liang it’s all gain and no loss.

Because Lu Liang only has to provide money, but they not only have to provide money, but also resources, and might be labeled as ’traitors’ by peers.

The purpose of Lu Liang founding the bank is not hard to guess, because he has tried to break into Wall Street from the outside, and succeeded.

But Wall Street’s acceptance of him was only superficial, so he’s now giving up external breakthroughs, planning to support a spokesperson to breach from within.

Wilson felt a sense of disorientation,

Recalling a story his grandfather once told him when he was a child.

Back then, the land of Shenzhou was fragmented, the mountains and rivers shattered, his grandfather once represented the East India Company to step onto this land.

At that time, China was rich in silver, if one supported an agent, it was like picking up money.

Those moments seemed just like now, how could they be so similar?

"Under Jamie’s leadership, JPMorgan Chase has reached its strongest peak."

Lu Liang paused for a few seconds, then said: "But the law of the jungle, prosperity followed by decline, is an eternal truth. Over the years, JPMorgan Chase has offended too many people, which eventually evolved into the encirclement in the Dunren Gold Market."

He knew such rhetoric could only deceive children, Kamon is a generation older than him, has experienced more, and likely has had more women than the battles he’s fought.

Trying to divert disaster and fool him is far from sufficient.

The key is to give him an excuse, allowing him to accept with peace of mind.

Just like the comprador a hundred years ago, they probably also persuaded themselves under the name of pioneers, and in the name of rescuing the people of China from deep trouble, calmly engaged in the business of selling national land and citizens.

"Capital has no borders."

One light sentence from Lu Liang became the final strike against Wilson’s psychological defenses.

He pondered for a moment, then asked: "How do you plan to distribute?"

"Tianxing 80%, JPMorgan 20%, and depending on circumstances, introduce new institutions later." Lu Liang said.

"Not enough, at least 40%."

Wilson explained: "I need enough chips to convince investors, to make them believe the bank will integrate with all of Tianxing Investment’s assets, helping it become the only global super-conglomerate spanning East and West."

When Lu Liang didn’t even listen to the offer, he knew JPMorgan investing in Tianxing Investment was no longer possible.

Convincing Lu Liang to agree to the investment was too difficult; convincing investors to believe the bank will integrate resources with Tianxing is simpler.

But this process might be very lengthy.

Five years, ten years, twenty years could all be possible.

Though it’s a lie, it holds ground and stands scrutiny, after all, who can say for certain about the future?

Lu Liang chuckled, pondering for a moment, then answered: "Okay, but 30% at most."

"Is that okay?"

"Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

Wilson stiffened his neck, very defiant.

Lu Liang said: "Then let’s discuss the second condition."

Wilson was stunned, angrily saying: "Give you 30 billion dollars for free, and there’s still something to discuss?"

According to Lu Liang’s self-created 3+20N fee model, the entry fee for 30 billion dollars is 900 million US dollars.

This money is stable income regardless of gains or losses, even if the fund loses everything, 900 million US dollars will still be pocketed by Lu Liang.

Lu Liang said: "We’ve only just entered the quantitative field, the initial management asset total was provisionally set at 10 billion dollars previously."

Wilson’s eyebrows furrowed, nearly pleading: "It’s already late in the day, I won’t beat around the bush with you, I sincerely hope you can add another billion dollars, without it, I can’t deliver."

They suffered a massive loss of 23.9 billion dollars in the London gold market, and this hole cannot be filled with just a few billion, not even ten billion dollars.

He wasn’t hoping for quantitative to perform like private equity and have an average 10% monthly profit rate.

If it can achieve even 5%, he would be content.

In two months, that’s 10%, 10 billion dollars would yield a billion dollars, in a year it would be 12 billion dollars.

Coupled with JPMorgan and Tianxing jointly establishing an investment bank, aiming for global influence with this dream, might barely satisfy investors.

As long as Lu Liang doesn’t stir trouble when publishing Q3 reports, JPMorgan should remain intact.

"Am I that kind of person?" Lu Liang showed displeasure, and Wilson turned into a fake smile boy: "No."

"Alright then, let’s decide these two matters."

Lu Liang thought for a while, then agreed straight away.

Though he wanted to maintain hunger, making some only able to watch and hope to enter, lacking certainty was also one reason.

After all, he would only provide direction to Liang Wenhui, and offer opinions at critical times, the daily operations were a matter for the Fantasy Square.

So, he’s not sure about the future gains and losses of the Quant Fund, at least not as certain as with his personally operated private equity fund.

However, since JPMorgan trusts him so much, and it’s not his money that’s at stake anyway, he reluctantly collected another 300 million dollars in management fees.

"When can the 15 billion dollars be ready?"

Wilson looked at the transfer contract, his matters were handled, now it was Lu Liang’s turn.

"Do I look like someone who can come up with that much money?"

Lu Liang rolled his eyes, beckoned Xu Jiawei at the door, and asked him to keep the original equity contract safe.

Leisurely said: "Let’s set this price, regardless of whether Tesla’s market value is high or low in the future, just transact at 15 billion dollars, the contract will be valid for ten years, even if Tesla goes bankrupt, I’ll still pay."

Upon hearing this, Wilson squinted and said word by word: "You’re more optimistic about Tesla than I imagined."

"So are you going to back out? There’s still a chance now."

Lu Liang held up the contract, smiling as he asked.

"Only a bastard would back out."

Wilson spread his hands, suddenly leaning against the sofa like a salted fish, showing despondency: "Whether I can get through this year smoothly is still unknown. Future matters are none of my business."

If he could sell JPMorgan and ensure the safety and well-being of his family, blinking an extra time would be disrespecting life.

"Is it that serious?"

Lu Liang was surprised, because to him, Wilson looked like he was fine, except for the bloodshot eyes.

"It’s more serious than you think, dying is easy, living is hard." Wilson smiled serenely: "But for someone like me, each day I live is a bonus."

He sighed again and said: "Lu, do you know what my biggest regret in life is?"

Lu Liang shook his head.

Wilson smiled wryly: "A happy family. Hard to imagine, right? Someone like me, having adorable children, a virtuous wife, and understanding parents."

Lu Liang was silent for a long while, then said sincerely: "Help me sincerely going forward, don’t have any other thoughts again, I’ll do my best to protect you and your family."

Wilson was silent for a long time, then lifted his wrist to check the time: "It’s already two-thirty in the afternoon, no wonder my stomach is so hungry."

He saw the disappointment in Lu Liang’s eyes, and softly said: "I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise."