February 24, Saturday, New York.
Zhao Chen When I woke up, the sunlight had already squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains.
He picked up his phone and took a look - eight fifteen in the morning.
After sleeping for nearly nine hours, the jet lag was reversed. After washing up, changing clothes, he went downstairs to have breakfast.
Su Wantang is already there, sitting by the window, with a cup of coffee and a plate of fruit in front of him.
She was wearing an off-white sweater, her hair draped over her shoulders, and she looked more relaxed than in Shan City.
"Morning." Zhao Chen sat down opposite her.
"Morning." Su Wantang pushed the coffee cup towards him, "Would you like coffee? I just ordered it."
Zhao Chen shook his head and ordered a cup of hot tea. When the waiter brought it, Zhang Qingxue also arrived.
She was wearing a dark blue suit skirt, her hair was combed meticulously, and she was holding a folder in her hand. She didn't look like she was here to catch up on jet lag, but rather like she was here for a meeting.
"Aunt Zhang, it's the weekend." Zhao Chen said with a smile, "No need to be so formal."
Zhang Qingxue sat down and put the folder on the table:
"I'm used to it. Xiao Chen, I'll tell you about the arrangements for these few days."
She opened the folder and inside was a printed schedule.
"Today is Saturday, and all major institutions are closed. I suggest that all three of us have a good rest today to reverse the jet lag.
Tomorrow and Sunday, I will start contacting Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan Chase and Morgan Stanley to make an appointment on Monday."
Zhao Chen nodded and waited for her to continue.
Zhang Qingxue said, "I will talk to three institutions on Monday to understand the market situation Tesla Options.
It mainly depends on two things - the liquidity of Options and the quotation of Premium.
If there is sufficient liquidity in the market, we can buy in batches directly on the market.
If the liquidity is not enough, you need to negotiate a packaging price with Market Maker."
Zhao Chen asked, "How many Options do you think are available on the market now?"
Zhang Qingxue thought for a while, "After we cleared our positions last time, the price of Tesla's Call Options dropped a lot.
Short Sellers had an absolute advantage, and most of the bulls were wiped out.
There are not many Call Optionss still alive in the market now, and the liquidity should be relatively poor.
I guess we need to negotiate an over-the-counter transaction with Market Maker."
Zhao Chen leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his fingers on the table twice.
His purpose in coming to United States is very clear - to increase his holdings in Tesla.
It's still the old trick, use Options to lock in the cost, buy enough Common Stock, and then hold it.
Although Options has higher risks than Common Stock, it will also bring greater returns.
And he knows that Tesla will definitely rise in the future.
He knows that the Model 3 production capacity problem will be solved.
He knows that the stock price will return to above 360 US Dollar.
One day, it will break through 1000 US Dollar.
This information has been stored in his mind for a year.
Now it's time to turn them into money.
"Aunt Zhang," Zhao Chen's voice lowered,
"When we talked with the agency on Monday, there was one key point - not to reveal our true intentions."
Zhang Qingxue looked at him.
Zhao Chen said, "Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan Chase, Morgan Stanley, these institutions are just useless.
While they help clients do transactions, they are also doing transactions themselves.
If we told them 'Era Vanguard is going to buy Tesla Call Options' in a big way, the news might reach Short Sellers's ears that same day."
Zhang Qingxue nodded:
"I understand. I will use the term 'customer has configuration needs' and will not disclose the specific person, how much they want to buy, or what the target price is."
Zhao Chen said, "There is another strategy - talk to all three institutions, but don't just do it with one.
Disperse inquiries and transactions so that they can't figure out our true positions."
Zhang Qingxue jotted down a few notes in his notebook and then closed the folder:
"Understood. I will have a round of talks with them on Monday, get the quotations and liquidity data, and report back to you.
Then we decide on the specific trading strategy."
Zhao Chen nodded. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The tea was a little cold, but he didn't ask the waiter to refill it.
Su Wantang remained silent beside him.
After Zhang Qingxue finished speaking, she spoke, "Xiao Chen, why are you so confident in Tesla?"
Zhao Chen put down the tea cup and looked at her.
He can't tell her the truth - because I am a reborn person and I know what will happen in the future.
He could only give her a reason she could accept.
"Because the Model 3 production capacity problem will be solved soon."
He said, "The market is too pessimistic now. Every car company has encountered the problem of Capacity Ramp-Up.
Tesla is not the first, nor will it be the last. When production capacity increases, Short Sellers will be blown away."
Su Wantang did not ask further questions.
She just nodded, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
The three of them sat in the hotel restaurant for more than an hour.
After breakfast, Zhang Qingxue went back to the room to prepare the materials for Monday.
Su Wantang said she wanted to go to Central Park for a walk, and Zhao Chen accompanied her.
The two people went out from the side door of the hotel, crossed a road, and arrived at the south entrance of Central Park.
There are many people in the park, some are jogging, some are walking their dogs, and some are spreading blankets on the lawn to bask in the sun.
Su Wantang walked next to Zhao Chen, his steps neither fast nor slow.
She was wearing a pair of flat shoes, and her walking posture was different from when she was Shan City--
In Shan City, she always walks in a hurry, as if something is urging her.
Here, her steps slowed down.
"Zhao Chen," Su Wantang said suddenly,
"Have you ever thought about what you would do if one day you didn't have to work so hard anymore?"
Zhao Chen thought about it. He had never thought about this problem.
He has been running since the day he was reborn.
Short Selling Henglong, Rights Issue, invest in Yunnan Agriculture, cut off Bubble Mart, clear Bitcoin, buy Tesla--
One thing follows another, like a track that never ends.
He never thought about stopping. Not because he didn't want to stop, but because he didn't dare to stop.
He knows every node in the future, knows when to buy, when to sell, and when to withdraw.
This information is his greatest weapon and his greatest burden. Because he knows too much, he can't stop.
Stopping is a waste.
A waste of that information, a waste of the only opportunity to come back.
"I never thought about it," he said.
Su Wantang glanced at him and didn't ask again.
The two walked along the path of the park for a while and sat down on a bench.
Zhao Chen sat on the bench, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the lake.
He was still thinking about those things in his mind - the quotation of Options from Tesla, the quotation of Goldman Sachs, and the position of Short Sellers.
But he didn't say it.
The silence at this moment is more important than any words.
Su Wantang sat next to him and didn't speak.
The two of them sat there for about half an hour.
Then Zhao Chen stood up and patted the dust on his pants. "Let's go. Go back and get ready. You'll get busy tomorrow."
Su Wantang stood up and followed him.
The two of them walked back along the way they came, walking a little faster than when they came.
When walking to the door of the hotel, Zhao Chen suddenly stopped and looked back at Su Wantang.
A few strands of her hair were messed up by the wind, and her face was lightly blushed by the sun.
"Wantang," he said, "Thank you for coming with me."
Su Wantang was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
Her smile is just as beautiful under the sunshine of New York as it was under Shan City.
"Let's go." she said, "I'll be busy tomorrow."
The two people walked into the hotel side by side.
Behind him, Central Park lay quietly in the afternoon sun, waiting for the arrival of the next spring.
And Zhao Chen knows that with his strong intervention, the spring of Tesla investors is not far away.