Two days after the Per Se dinner, Michael settled his thoughts in his Tribeca apartment. There was no short-term explosion in the US stock market, but the undercurrent of the foreign exchange market was flashing on the system panel - the K-line image of Snow Dollar was like a lurking crocodile, about to set off a storm.

On Wednesday afternoon, he asked Jason and Amanda to meet at the Blue Bottle Cafe. "Mike, what are the Wall Street secrets?" Jason sat down on the walnut chair, and the fake Rolex on his wrist reflected in the latte light. Amanda was nervously twisting her Zara scarf, and she was still upset about missing out on hundreds of thousands of BOT last time.

Michael stirred the Ethiopian hand-brewed coffee: "I studied foreign exchange, and Snow Dollar has a chance."

"Snow Dollar?" Jason and Amanda looked at each other, and the latter's mascara was almost shaken off. Michael leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Have you noticed the recent border actions of the Snow Country? That head of state is famous for his iron fist, and the Snow Country is a major energy country."

He called up the satellite image of the Bloomberg terminal: "Once the conflict breaks out, SWIFT sanctions will cause the Snow Coin to plummet - but war requires money, and they will inevitably use energy as collateral to increase the currency. I predict that the Snow Coin will first fall by 30%, and then rebound by more than 50%." This statement is half true and half false, and the precise data of the system is packaged by him as geopolitical analysis.

Jason's eyes lit up like light bulbs: "So we buy at the bottom?"

"High leverage operation," Michael snapped his fingers, "but the risk is extremely high, don't play if you have a weak heart."

"Play! Must play!" Jason slammed the table and almost spilled the coffee, "Last time it was Amanda who was timid, this time I mortgaged my Long Island vacation home! Collect 1.2 million US dollars, all for you to operate!"

"1.2 million?!" Amanda screamed, and her LV imitation bag fell to the ground, "That's our pension and our daughter's tuition!"

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger!" Jason stiffened his neck, "Mike made 10 million in a few days, and we can buy a Manhattan apartment by drinking some soup!"

Michael looked at them, his tone serious: "Let me say it first, don't blame me if you lose."

"Don't worry!" Jason drank the cold brew, "If you lose, I will go to Wall Street to wash dishes!" Amanda bit her lip and nodded-the fact of BOT was in front of her, and she was willing to gamble again.

In the next two days, Michael opened a foreign exchange account at Morgan Stanley, transferred his own 9.8 million US dollars and Jason's 1.2 million, and bet all on Snowcoin. The system prompts: "The Snow Country Energy Agreement will be announced in 72 hours, and the rebound node after the plunge has been locked." He calculated the leverage multiple - 1:500, which means that 11 million principal can operate a position of 550 million US dollars, and the profit will grow exponentially.

Friday night, Michael was watching CNBC's analysis of the situation in the Snow Country, and his phone vibrated - it was a text message from Lillian:

[Brother! [Cute] Does the Hamptons trip you mentioned still count? [Looking forward] All my classmates have been there, but I haven't ridden the "Space Shuttle" roller coaster! [Crying]]

He glanced at the system countdown - there are still 48 hours before the Snowcoin outbreak, and it won't affect taking my sister to play for a day.

[Counts! I'll pick you up tomorrow and play Fantasy Land! [Cool]]

Lillian's FaceTime popped up instantly. In the background of Boston University, she was as excited as a little sparrow: "Really, brother? I'll pack my Gucci bucket hat now!"

"Silly girl," Michael smiled, "see you in Tribeca tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, he walked to the French window, and the lights of Manhattan cast a reflection on the K-line chart of Snow Coin. The system panel flashed: "The news of the Snow Country military exercise will be released within 24 hours, and prepare to open a position." He stroked the crown of Patek Philippe - this gamble was not only for wealth, but also to prove that the "soft rice man" ridiculed by the Upper East Side could set off his own storm in the deep sea of ​​Wall Street. At this moment, Jason was packing the property certificate of the holiday home in the garage, and Amanda secretly called her mother: "Mom, get the money ready, Michael is going to take us to make a lot of money!"