American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 34 Greed is a Virtue

Three more days passed.

Jordan was getting impatient, but there was no unusual activity from Steve's side.

At this critical juncture, if Steve were to take advantage of the situation, he could lose a fortune. And it wouldn't just be a matter of money; it could attract the attention of the FBI and the SEC, and the abnormal stock price fluctuations could expose his insider trading.

It could potentially leave evidence for the FBI!

The only good news is that the FBI has temporarily disappeared from my sight, so I don't have to worry about the FBI sitting next to me eavesdropping on my conversations when I go to the bathroom.

Luca really got the FBI under control, forcing them to temporarily withdraw!
"Thank you, Old Pigeon!!"

Jordan, wearing a pair of baggy shorts, stood up from the deck and raised his glass to Jimmy next to him—he was currently having a wild party on his 170-foot luxury yacht not far from Long Island.

Jimmy was there too.

During this period, Jordan and Jimmy were playing fiercely together. The two incredibly greedy people shared their business acumen, truly like birds of a feather flock together.

Jordan thought Jimmy would be perfect as a stockbroker, while Jimmy thought Jordan was robbing people on Wall Street, even more outrageous than himself.

You work yourself to the bone to seize an airport and make millions, while others casually lose millions in the stock market.

People are more infuriating than people.

"Thanks, Old Pigeon!" Jimmy raised his glass in celebration, and didn't forget to hug the young model next to him affectionately.

Just as the party was in full swing, a phone call suddenly came in.

Steve suddenly and without warning sold off his stock in the shoe company.

"Son of a bitch!"

Upon receiving the news, Jordan flew into a rage, jumped up from his chair, and shoved the woman next to him aside.

The sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly extinguishing his joy.

He turned and kicked Donnie in the backside. "Donnie! Your damn high school classmate is dumping Steve's stock! He's trying to kill me! Damn it, Old Pigeon's prophecy came true, he's a prophet! He foresaw all of this!"

Jordan held his head in his hands, his expression exaggerated, and exclaimed, "Greco is my savior! I love him to death!"

Donnie paused for a moment. "Are you sure? Don't jump to conclusions, okay? It might just be a rumor."

"The company has already detected it! It wasn't our customer who sold it; it could only be Steve, since only he owns that many shares!"

"So what?"

Donnie shrugged. "Weren't we already prepared? If Steve wants to mess with us, we'll just make his company a cheap stock and short it to make a fortune."

Jordan's expression immediately brightened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed: "Luckily I listened to Old Pigeon's advice and had an extra trick up my sleeve."

He immediately shouted into the phone, "Execute the plan! Get the clients to sell, and we'll take the opportunity to short Steve's company! Call the media, and release the press releases they prepared beforehand! Reveal all the dirt on Steve that the Oracle gave me!"

Forget who the prophet is, he's my dad! I'd kneel down and lick his cock!

Quick, start the PR campaign! I've already thought of a headline: "Steve's Malicious Dumping Triggers Retail Investor Stampede." We'll divert all the attention from the CSRC and the media to Steve, and we'll pretend to be the victims!
Betrayed me? Smash me when I'm down? I'll smash that damn plate to pieces first!

In the following period, Steve's Shoes' stock plummeted as customers sold off their shares en masse, causing the stock price to collapse.

Amid market turmoil and panic among retail investors, Jordan and his group, who were well-prepared, sold off their shares in batches during the crash, taking the opportunity to short sell and earn high commissions using their clients' accounts.

At the same time, they used their own funds and related insider accounts to acquire shares, bought stocks at extremely low prices, regained control of the market, and then drove up the stock price again after the market slowed down to carry out a second round of profit-taking.

Jordan was very skilled at using these despicable tactics.

Meanwhile, Steve's company was embroiled in further scandals, including allegations of financial fraud, inflated profits, and insider trading.
Coupled with media hype, Steve's credibility was ruined, forcing him to lose control of the company.

The SEC prioritized investigating Steve, while Jordan calmly withdrew from the controversy.

A battle that has been planned and prepared is fought decisively.

After Steve's downfall, Jordan seized the opportunity to convert 85% of the paper shares into actual control.

He acquired the shoe company.

Jordan's fame once again shook Wall Street.

The wolf is here again.

CNN: [The Wolf of Wall Street is back, ruthlessly devouring Steve's Shoes]

Fortune Magazine: [This was a premeditated ambush. Jordan Balfour, with his masterful planning, seemed to have foreseen all of Steve's actions, and Steve paid a heavy price for his betrayal!]

ABC: [The FBI couldn't take down Balfour! He created another wealth legend!]

Steve maliciously sold off shares, disrupting the market. You helped Jordan stabilize Steve Shoes' stock and maintain peace in the stock market.

[Gain Skill Points x10]

[Gained 5 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 73]

Luca truly hadn't expected the system to be so abstract; it could even work like this?
Okay, it was indeed Steve who started the conflict, betraying Jordan and maliciously selling off his stock to take advantage of the situation. Although Jordan made a few quick profits, he did stabilize Steve's company's stock.

Nothing seems wrong?
The system was quite abstract, but luckily Luca liked it. And when Jordan and his team were shorting the stock, Luca, who had planned ahead, also got Jimmy involved, making them around two million in total.

This money is so cheap it's like throwing it on the ground and picking it up anywhere.

That's outrageously profitable.

However, such opportunities are rare and require the right timing, location, and people. Luca is not so arrogant as to think he is a stock trading genius.

After everything settled down, Jordan hosted a party for Luca and Jimmy on his luxury yacht, providing them with beautiful women and fine wine, and gave Luca $250 million in cash.

"The 200 million is a deposit. Damn it, the FBI is finally out of my sight! I'll give you the remaining 300 million after the FBI completely stops their investigation."

"The other 50 is an extra thank-you fee, for the intelligence and information you provided this time! God, you can read people's hearts, you predicted all of Steve's shameless actions, you are definitely sent by God to save me! I love you to death, Old Pigeon! Mua~~~"

Jordan, wearing only a pair of shorts, suddenly pounced on Luka, hugged his head, and pouted as he tried to kiss his cheek.

Luca turned pale with fright and quickly pushed Jordan away, saying, "No, no, no, we Sicilians don't do that!"

Damn it, don't kiss me with that mouth of yours that's been licking cum and sucking powder.

Jordan didn't care and laughed, "Old Pigeon! You absolutely have to come work for my company as a risk consultant! I'm not believing in God anymore, I'm only believing in you!"

He now completely believes Luca's words.

This mysterious man was fully aware of his crimes and even knew who would try to harm him.

Like a prophet, it's simply too exaggerated.

Fortunately, they had prepared in advance and seized the opportunity to turn the tables, even reaping huge profits from the unsuspecting investors.

perfect!

The party continues.

Jordan introduced Luca to the other partners.

Several people have character cards, but their levels are relatively low, all of them are D-rank, and none of the character cards come with any skills.

These people are truly useless.

Most of them were from Jordan's hometown and didn't have any special skills. They learned all their telephone sales techniques from Jordan, and even the sales pitches were written by Jordan.

All they need to do is memorize them, then bombard customers with phone calls, promoting those low-priced penny stocks and earning high commissions from the pink sheets market.

Is this legal? It's borderline.

The market itself is legal; what's not so legal is that this group concealed a lot of information, hyped up those low-priced penny stocks to an absurd degree, and then misled customers into placing orders.

It sounds similar to live-streaming e-commerce decades from now.

If you lack judgment, you will be taken advantage of.

What's truly illegal is that Jordan engaged in insider trading to manipulate stocks and fleece retail investors. Of course, this is nothing in the context of the United States; exploiting loopholes is a survival strategy for many Wall Street capitalists.

The FBI doesn't want these Wall Street wolves to easily exploit loopholes and leech off their wealth.

Then the confrontation occurred.

Unfortunately, Jordan encountered an extremely stubborn FBI agent. Although Denham had withdrawn from the public eye, the covert investigation did not stop.

"Damn the FBI, all they do is bully us! We sell 99% of penny stocks to the top 1% of richest people in America! Is that wrong? What's wrong with that?"

Jordan stood on the table on the yacht deck, facing the gazes of the crowd around him, and began his captivating and passionate speech with great enthusiasm.

"Let me tell you what the hell is wrong! The ones who are wrong are those fat bastards who drive Rolls-Royces, drink champagne, and play around with young models, while they're sucking the blood out of the middle class with blue-chip stocks and legislating to prevent the poor from rising up!"
And what about us? We're fucking creating miracles!!

Those Rolls-Royce drivers don't deserve any pity; they have so many zeros in their accounts they can't even count them! We're just helping them spend their money!

Lost money? That's called strategic trial and error! Made money? That's our Midas touch!!

Do you know how Steve's Shoes stock jumped from $4.5 to $18 in just 3 hours? Because I and my buddies shoved microphones down customers' throats until they begged us to accept their checks!

Remember! Poor people only jump off buildings when they lose money; rich people consider losing money a lesson learned. We're not vampires of the poor; we're the damn alchemists of wealth for the rich!
While those hypocrites were faking smiles at charity galas, we were teaching the world with real money that greed isn't a sin, it's a damn virtue!

Jordan picked up a bottle of champagne, his expression suddenly shifting from frenzy to calm. "Let's toast those idiots at the SEC and FBI. They'll never understand why we're so popular—because we're working to get that 1% of wealth back into the market, giving the poor a chance to rise up and get rich!"

Finally, Jordan's face contorted in a grimace again, and he raised his middle finger high: "Fuck America!!!"

oh!!!!

The yacht was filled with howling and wailing, much like a pack of wolves welcoming their king.

Luca glanced at the luxury yacht at Jordan's feet and gave a few symbolic claps.

When Jordan is bragging, he really doesn't need to think before he speaks; he just spouts off and gets incredibly excited.

Suddenly, Jordan swung his arm around Luca's shoulder and announced loudly, "Brothers, let's give a round of applause to our peace ambassador, Pigeon Luca! From now on, Pigeon is our best friend. He will bring peace to our company and take down those damn FBI agents!"

"You all need to remember this! Introduce him to all the pretty women you see, and bring him along on every money-making opportunity. Stuff that old pigeon with money! Make him as big as a white-headed eagle!"

oh!!!
Another round of cheers erupted!
[Bond: Friends]

(End of this chapter)