I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Markbaum and the other person chatted for a long time. Zhang Yu suddenly felt an urge to urinate and quickly got up. Zhang Yu secretly complained in his heart. But this young man saved his old friend's life, and Rickert also admired him greatly. Markbaum could only respond tactfully. When he returned to the ward, Markbaum was chatting happily with Rickert. Markbaum's temper flared up immediately. "I lost my vigilance? Kid, the data reports and analysis reports I read every week are probably thicker than what you read in a year. I've never let my guard down!" Markbaum sneered. "You're very arrogant. Who gave you the confidence?" He got into the passenger seat and said, "Very good, there's a newly developed residential area there. We'll go buy a house today." "Coach, I'm going to the restroom." In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. "Thank you, Coach!" Zhang Yu was overjoyed. He arrived at the school entrance at 7:40. He stood under a tree for a while when a black Ford Mustang roared up and slowly stopped in front of Zhang Yu. More books from this author. In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. In financial matters, he trusted his own judgment very much and disliked this young man who contradicted him. Seeing Zhang Yu's sincere attitude, Markbaum's expression softened, but he just snorted coldly and left the ward. His words slightly calmed the increasingly tense atmosphere between Zhang Yu and Markbaum. Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere in the room became somewhat stagnant. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. He arrived at the school entrance at 7:40. He stood under a tree for a while when a black Ford Mustang roared up and slowly stopped in front of Zhang Yu. More books from this author. "Very good, there's a newly developed residential area there. We'll go buy a house today." After a while, Markbaum finally spoke, "The team has recruited a genius this year, a true genius!" Although he lowered his voice, the corridor was very quiet, and Zhang Yu could hear him clearly. Rickert watched his old friend leave and asked doubtfully: Rickert watched his old friend leave and asked doubtfully, "I heard about a hedge fund manager, Michael Burry, who created the Credit Default Swap product CDS in the subprime mortgage-backed securities market, shorting the real estate subprime market." Zhang Yu organized his thoughts and said. "Mr. Baum, I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard your call. Are you long on real estate subprime mortgage-backed securities?" "Who is that?" Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression, "Mr. Baum, the place we're going today is a middle-class community called LaSalle in the suburbs of Indiana, on Roosevelt Street. We need to go south first..." "Coach, I'm going to the restroom." Markbaum hung up the phone, turned to see Zhang Yu, smiled at him, and pushed the door open to enter the ward. "Ahem, let's forget about it then. I don't want to bully someone who's injured... Ronan, what do you think of the real estate market?" Markbaum immediately changed the subject. "Who is that?" Markbaum's temper flared up immediately. Zhang Yu looked thoughtfully at Markbaum's straight back and turned towards the restroom. "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and added, "But it's also crucial for Mr. Baum." "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." "I've been there," Markbaum interrupted. "What are we going there for today?" Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "That's not enough. We need to win the NCAA championship at least." When he returned to the ward, Markbaum was chatting happily with Rickert. "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" Markbaum hung up the phone, turned to see Zhang Yu, smiled at him, and pushed the door open to enter the ward. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Ronan, do you really have research on the real estate market?" "It's not impossible. In two more years, I will definitely bring a championship trophy to Butler." When he returned to the ward, Markbaum was chatting happily with Rickert. Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "Who is that?" "Stephen Curry." "Although that guy has a bad temper, he's a good person. If he's not there, you can use my name. He owes me a lot of favors." Rickert trusted Zhang Yu's character and decided to give him some extra insurance. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. Rickert chuckled lightly. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, "Really? I haven't heard about that, but a trader from Deutsche Bank just strongly recommended CDS to me, advising me to short subprime mortgage-backed securities. That's absurd. How could the real estate market collapse?" Markbaum shook his head and chuckled. "Mark, if you really want to have a one-on-one match with me, I'll come to your house in three months." Rickert smiled. "Kid, are you provoking me? Don't think you can be presumptuous just because you saved Todd!" "Alright, I'll give Todd some face. Saturday morning at eight, I'll wait for you outside the Butler University gate!" "Mr. Baum, I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard your call just now. Are you long on real estate subprime mortgage-backed securities?" "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and added, "But it's also crucial for Mr. Baum." Hearing Markbaum say this, Zhang Yu's suspended heart finally relaxed. He said apologetically, "Because that's completely a waste of time. I make tens of thousands of dollars per minute. I don't have time for such boring things." "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, Rickert, lying in bed, looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "It's not impossible. In two more years, I will definitely bring a championship trophy to Butler." "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. "Who is that?" The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. "Mr. Baum, if you have time this weekend, can we have dinner together?" Seeing Markbaum's firm attitude, Zhang Yu prepared to take a more conciliatory approach. Although he made $40 million from gambling, that money was insignificant in the financial market. He didn't even have a way to enter the subprime mortgage-backed securities market and could only watch the financial giants make waves from the sidelines. Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "I think I don't need to do that to make the right judgment." Markbaum felt Zhang Yu's sincerity, but his confidence still made him refuse Zhang Yu's proposal. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Two days later, on Saturday, Zhang Yu woke up early, put on his Zegna suit, and neatly combed his hair. He learned from Rickert that Markbaum disliked people who were poorly dressed and wouldn't cooperate with them at all. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. "Mr. Baum, the place we're going today is a middle-class community called LaSalle in the suburbs of Indiana, on Roosevelt Street. We need to go south first..." "No problem, I will definitely lead the team into March Madness." "Coach, I'm going to the restroom." "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." Zhang Yu looked thoughtfully at Markbaum's straight back and turned towards the restroom. "Is this matter very important to you? So important that you're willing to anger Mark to ask him out." Rickert, being an old fox, had already seen through Zhang Yu's intentions. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. "I think I don't need to do that to make the right judgment." Markbaum felt Zhang Yu's sincerity, but his confidence still made him refuse Zhang Yu's proposal. "I heard about a hedge fund manager, Michael Burry, who created the Credit Default Swap product CDS in the subprime mortgage-backed securities market, shorting the real estate subprime market." Zhang Yu organized his thoughts and said. "Get in!" Markbaum hung up the phone, turned to see Zhang Yu, smiled at him, and pushed the door open to enter the ward. "Because that's completely a waste of time. I make tens of thousands of dollars per minute. I don't have time for such boring things." But this young man saved his old friend's life, and Rickert also admired him greatly. Markbaum could only respond tactfully: Rickert watched his old friend leave and asked doubtfully, "Ahem, let's forget about it then. I don't want to bully someone who's injured... Ronan, what do you think of the real estate market?" Markbaum immediately changed the subject. The car window rolled down. Markbaum was wearing a pure black suit today. He gestured to Zhang Yu with his chin: "Really? I haven't heard about that, but a trader from Deutsche Bank just strongly recommended CDS to me, advising me to short subprime mortgage-backed securities. That's absurd. How could the real estate market collapse?" Markbaum shook his head and chuckled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and added, "But it's also crucial for Mr. Baum." "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. "Who is that?" "Very good, there's a newly developed residential area there. We'll go buy a house today." "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. "Mr. Baum, if you have time this weekend, can we have dinner together?" Seeing Markbaum's firm attitude, Zhang Yu prepared to take a more conciliatory approach. "I've always been interested in the financial industry." Zhang Yu explained. Rickert didn't disappoint Zhang Yu and said: The car window rolled down. Markbaum was wearing a pure black suit today. He gestured to Zhang Yu with his chin: "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Is this matter very important to you? So important that you're willing to anger Mark to ask him out." Rickert, being an old fox, had already seen through Zhang Yu's intentions. Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "I bought a mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, two months ago." Markbaum said calmly. He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, "..." Zhang Yu was choked for a moment and said angrily, "I'm talking about the kind ordinary people live in!" Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" Lying in bed, Rickert looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "It's not impossible. In two more years, I will definitely bring a championship trophy to Butler." "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" "I heard about a hedge fund manager, Michael Burry, who created the Credit Default Swap product CDS in the subprime mortgage-backed securities market, shorting the real estate subprime market." Zhang Yu organized his thoughts and said. "Stephen Curry." "Although that guy has a bad temper, he's a good person. If he's not there, you can use my name. He owes me a lot of favors." Rickert trusted Zhang Yu's character and decided to give him some extra insurance. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. Rickert chuckled lightly. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, "Really? I haven't heard about that, but a trader from Deutsche Bank just strongly recommended CDS to me, advising me to short subprime mortgage-backed securities. That's absurd. How could the real estate market collapse?" Markbaum shook his head and chuckled. "Mark, if you really want to have a one-on-one match with me, I'll come to your house in three months." Rickert smiled. "Kid, are you provoking me? Don't think you can be presumptuous just because you saved Todd!" "Alright, I'll give Todd some face. Saturday morning at eight, I'll wait for you outside the Butler University gate!" "Mr. Baum, I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard your call just now. Are you long on real estate subprime mortgage-backed securities?" "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and added, "But it's also crucial for Mr. Baum." Hearing Markbaum say this, Zhang Yu's suspended heart finally relaxed. He said apologetically, "Because that's completely a waste of time. I make tens of thousands of dollars per minute. I don't have time for such boring things." "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, Rickert, lying in bed, looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "It's not impossible. In two more years, I will definitely bring a championship trophy to Butler." "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. "Who is that?" The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. "Mr. Baum, if you have time this weekend, can we have dinner together?" Seeing Markbaum's firm attitude, Zhang Yu prepared to take a more conciliatory approach. Although he made $40 million from gambling, that money was insignificant in the financial market. He didn't even have a way to enter the subprime mortgage-backed securities market and could only watch the financial giants make waves from the sidelines. Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "I think I don't need to do that to make the right judgment." Markbaum felt Zhang Yu's sincerity, but his confidence still made him refuse Zhang Yu's proposal. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Two days later, on Saturday, Zhang Yu woke up early, put on his Zegna suit, and neatly combed his hair. He learned from Rickert that Markbaum disliked people who were poorly dressed and wouldn't cooperate with them at all. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. "Mr. Baum, the place we're going today is a middle-class community called LaSalle in the suburbs of Indiana, on Roosevelt Street. We need to go south first..." "No problem, I will definitely lead the team into March Madness." "Coach, I'm going to the restroom." "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." Zhang Yu looked thoughtfully at Markbaum's straight back and turned towards the restroom. "Is this matter very important to you? So important that you're willing to anger Mark to ask him out." Rickert, being an old fox, had already seen through Zhang Yu's intentions. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. "I think I don't need to do that to make the right judgment." Markbaum felt Zhang Yu's sincerity, but his confidence still made him refuse Zhang Yu's proposal. "I heard about a hedge fund manager, Michael Burry, who created the Credit Default Swap product CDS in the subprime mortgage-backed securities market, shorting the real estate subprime market." Zhang Yu organized his thoughts and said. "Get in!" Markbaum hung up the phone, turned to see Zhang Yu, smiled at him, and pushed the door open to enter the ward. "Because that's completely a waste of time. I make tens of thousands of dollars per minute. I don't have time for such boring things." But this young man saved his old friend's life, and Rickert also admired him greatly. Markbaum could only respond tactfully: Rickert watched his old friend leave and asked doubtfully, "Ahem, let's forget about it then. I don't want to bully someone who's injured... Ronan, what do you think of the real estate market?" Markbaum immediately changed the subject. The car window rolled down. Markbaum was wearing a pure black suit today. He gestured to Zhang Yu with his chin: "Really? I haven't heard about that, but a trader from Deutsche Bank just strongly recommended CDS to me, advising me to short subprime mortgage-backed securities. That's absurd. How could the real estate market collapse?" Markbaum shook his head and chuckled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and added, "But it's also crucial for Mr. Baum." "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. Zhang Yu really couldn't understand American aesthetics. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. Zhang Yu walked up to Markbaum and said with a very sincere expression: In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. "Who is that?" The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it. In his eyes, Zhang Yu was someone who devoted himself entirely to basketball. "Mr. Baum, if you have time this weekend, can we have dinner together?" Seeing Markbaum's firm attitude, Zhang Yu prepared to take a more conciliatory approach. "I've always been interested in the financial industry." Zhang Yu explained. Rickert didn't disappoint Zhang Yu and said: The car window rolled down. Markbaum was wearing a pure black suit today. He gestured to Zhang Yu with his chin: "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Is this matter very important to you? So important that you're willing to anger Mark to ask him out." Rickert, being an old fox, had already seen through Zhang Yu's intentions. Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "I bought a mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, two months ago." Markbaum said calmly. He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, "..." Zhang Yu was choked for a moment and said angrily, "I'm talking about the kind ordinary people live in!" Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" Lying in bed, Rickert looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "It's not impossible. In two more years, I will definitely bring a championship trophy to Butler." "Then you should have a good chat with Mark. He's a big shot in the financial market." Rickert said with a smile, "But in college, he was just my substitute." "Ronan, you actually know about the financial industry?" "I heard from Todd that you are very talented in coaching. Perhaps you've put most of your energy into basketball and don't have a deep understanding of the real estate market. There might be some cognitive biases. The real estate market won't collapse. I suggest you buy a few houses; their value should increase quickly." Zhang Yu looked at Rickert for help. "Mark, I know Ronan. He's a very steady person. I don't know how deep his understanding of the financial market is, but he wouldn't joke about this. Perhaps he has indeed seen something unusual. If you have time, you should go with him." Zhang Yu's mind raced, and an idea gradually formed. "Coach, is Mr. Baum always this arrogant?" "I heard about a hedge fund manager, Michael Burry, who created the Credit Default Swap product CDS in the subprime mortgage-backed securities market, shorting the real estate subprime market." Zhang Yu organized his thoughts and said. "Stephen Curry." "Although that guy has a bad temper, he's a good person. If he's not there, you can use my name. He owes me a lot of favors." Rickert trusted Zhang Yu's character and decided to give him some extra insurance. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. Rickert chuckled lightly. Zhang Yu teased himself inwardly, then carefully checked his clothes again, picked up a briefcase from the table, and walked out of the apartment. He waited patiently nearby. After their conversation ended, he tentatively asked, "Really? I haven't heard about that, but a trader from Deutsche Bank just strongly recommended CDS to me, advising me to short subprime mortgage-backed securities. That's absurd. How could the real estate market collapse?" Markbaum shook his head and chuckled. "Mark, if you really want to have a one-on-one match with me, I'll come to your house in three months." Rickert smiled. "Kid, are you provoking me? Don't think you can be presumptuous just because you saved Todd!" "Alright, I'll give Todd some face. Saturday morning at eight, I'll wait for you outside the Butler University gate!" "Mr. Baum, I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard your call just now. Are you long on real estate subprime mortgage-backed securities?" "Todd! Let's go play basketball. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can barely walk." Markbaum retorted. "...Mr. Lippmann, I'm not interested in shorting CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations). If CDS (Credit Default Swaps) are as you described, they indeed have high returns and low risk, but that's based on the premise of a real estate market collapse, which I don't believe will happen. On the contrary, I believe the real estate market will continue to prosper. Last year, my company made a lot of money from mortgage-backed securities, with very impressive returns. Alright, I have other things to attend to. Thank you for the recommendation." "I'm sorry, Mr. Baum. I was wrong just now. My words were a bit harsh." He walked out of the ward, gently closed the door, and turned around to see Markbaum standing by the window, facing outward, talking on the phone. "Yes, I'm long on CDOs. Do you know about the financial industry?" A hint of displeasure flashed in Markbaum's eyes, but he responded calmly. "Yes, this is very important to me. Thank you for your help, Coach." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, nodded heavily