Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1125 - 1130: Sense of Achievement

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1130: Sense of Achievement

The core is Boer, but it only takes six people to complete a snake swallowing an elephant type of acquisition deal. This must be the epitome of "winning big with small," right?

Chris straightened his suit, and although his tie was neat, he couldn’t help but reach out and twist it.

Having been a con artist for half his life, the days of being overjoyed for a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars are long gone, as are the days of anxiety after conning into a wealthy family.

Now, he was about to do a hundred billion-dollar big business deal.

Chris left the house full of spirit, alone, because his current identity didn’t require him to avoid the police or hide; he was now a professional manager with an annual salary in the ten million range!

Of course, this ten million dollar class had not yet materialized, but Chris didn’t care because he knew he would definitely get it.

He didn’t drive, as parking spaces were hard to find, so Chris hailed a cab to take him to the famous New York Stock Exchange.

Knowing only a name and position, how to find the individuals Boer talked about.

For Chris, that was too easy.

Too easy.

Chris entered the exchange and saw a bald middle-aged man in a vest shouting into a phone, looking like just an ordinary trader; Chris wondered why Boer had chosen him.

Chris didn’t linger; he memorized the trader’s features, then he changed his location and found a manager, a duty manager of a securities company at the exchange, still a minor role.

Having memorized another person, Chris didn’t bother them. Today’s task involved just two people; he just needed to wait peacefully for the end of the exchange’s working hours.

When the working hours were over, the traders changed into their clothes and began to leave the exchange one by one, and Chris calmly waited on the curbside until he saw the person he was waiting for.

Considering the terrible traffic situation in Manhattan, taking the subway home was as normal as could be, so when Chris followed his target to the subway entrance and finally called out to the person he was looking for.

"Hey, buddy, wait a second, you dropped something."

The middle-aged fat man in front stopped and turned to the well-dressed Chris, reached out to touch himself, and said, "Did I drop something?"

Chris stood in front of the fat man, holding out a piece of paper, and at the same time, smilingly said, "Yes, you dropped a hundred thousand dollars, I was wondering if it was yours?"

The fat man raised his eyebrows, looked at the note in his hand, then took a deep breath, and said, "Wasn’t what I dropped a hundred and fifty thousand dollars?"

Chris shook his head, "Then I must have seen it wrong, this isn’t what you lost, sorry for the disturbance."

The fat man quickly waved his hand, "The hundred thousand was what I lost in the past, if I lose money now, it should be a hundred and fifty thousand."

Chris smiled, "So did I get the market wrong? Okay, I have to go back and investigate again, goodbye."

The fat man shook his head, then he whispered, "Alright, when does it start? Is there a follow-up?"

"It starts tomorrow, there’s no follow-up."

After thinking for a moment, the fat man nodded, "I lost a hundred thousand dollars, please return it to me."

Chris smiled, then opened his briefcase, and passed a square wrapped in newspaper to the fat man, saying, "To what extent can it go?"

"Guaranteed to your satisfaction. Since you’ve found me, you should have confidence in me."

"Great, thank you, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After the fat man put the money in his bag, Chris shook hands with him and then headed back to the entrance of the exchange. This time, he didn’t wait long before he met the manager he wanted to see.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello."

The two neatly dressed men shook hands, and Chris got straight to the point, "I need to release some information, Bell Securities, starting tomorrow."

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

"But your referrer told me one hundred thousand."

"One hundred and fifty thousand, one hundred thousand was the old price, the market is different now, can we walk and talk?"

Chris sighed lightly; Boer had said one hundred thousand, and if he raised the price to one hundred and fifty thousand there wouldn’t be any issues, obviously, he had the autonomy to do so, and Boer had also said price fluctuations were normal.

But Chris didn’t want to raise the price, and he wanted to achieve the best effect with a hundred thousand dollars, not a discount due to price-cutting.

"I’m also working for someone else, this is a big case, buddy, a hundred thousand dollars to the friend, and I guarantee I am a long-term partner, a good one. I can give you one hundred and fifty thousand to make this deal happen, but I hope you can let me save some face in front of the client, okay?"

Chris appeared very sincere, and the person he had stopped showed a thoughtful look, considering the one-third price reduction made him feel a loss.

But in business, sometimes you have to give a little, no matter the type of business.

Chris’s expression was honest, and for some reason, in Wall Street, where you couldn’t trust anyone, there were those who wanted to believe in Chris.

"Alright, to the friend, one hundred thousand, but just this once, I can’t disrupt the market prices."

Chris smiled, opened his bag, and pulled out the wrapped banknotes, "I came with sincerity, please check my sincerity, here’s the material you need for your walk, any problem?"

"No problem, when do we start?"

"Tomorrow, to achieve the best result within three days."

"Alright, I got it, starting tomorrow."

Chris put the money in the other’s bag, then left without exchanging phone numbers, without signing any contract, just casually handing over a hundred thousand dollars to a stranger and left.

Time was tight; Chris needed to hurry.

What he was doing now were simple matters, so Chris wanted to handle them perfectly, efficiently.

Standing in a less crowded corner, Chris dialed a number, and when someone answered the call, he spoke softly: "Hello, I need to talk to you about something, sorry I didn’t have time to make an appointment, um, I want to know if it’s convenient for you now?"

"It’s convenient, please speak."

"Can we meet face to face? I’m outside your company, of course, I can also go to your office to discuss, whatever is convenient for you."

"Do we know each other?"

"We don’t, a friend referred me to you, of course, I can’t disclose who the friend is, but I want to say this is a big case, and it’s for long-term cooperation."

"Wait for me, I’ll come out in ten minutes, is that okay?"

"That’s fine, thank you."

Chris hung up the phone and then let out a long breath.

Although the task was simple and not difficult to accomplish, for some reason, Chris felt a great sense of achievement in what he was doing now. Maybe it was a different platform, and the rewards were different from before, after all, he is now a Wall Street swindler, different all around.