11 AM, an office in a building on Wall Street.
"Goldman Sachs system failure, Morgan Stanley server crash, Federal Bank power outage..."
Upon hearing the reasons Michael Brey described that the investment banks gave for temporarily not being able to pay the CDS, Luo An couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
You can only say it's true to Wall Street's spirit of contractual integrity; the high-level business battles are indeed plain and unpretentious.
"Mother fu-ker..."
Michael Brey downed his coffee in one gulp, looking displeased. He cursed softly, then raised his head to find Luo An looking calm. His eyes lit up instantly as he hurriedly asked:
"Luo An, do you have any good ideas?"
"Don't panic, first stabilize yourself, and don't let negative emotions control your brain."
Luo An took a sip of coffee and waited for Michael Brey to take a few deep breaths, his expression slowly calming down before saying:
