Chapter 98 I Want to Say Three Things

In the new week, after the U.S. stock market opened, the market was as hot as ever.

However, compared with the previous month, arms stocks have been rising.

After the market opened today, almost all arms-related stocks in the U.S. stock market fell.

There is no 10% daily trading limit in the U.S. stock market.

When there is good news, the stock market tends to rise quickly.

The same principle applies when bad news appears.

A crazy stock drop can also happen in a very short period of time.

In just one morning, the military industry stocks that had been rising for more than a month fell by half.

However, because military stocks do not account for a high proportion in the Dow Jones Index, the circuit breaker mechanism, which was only enacted in 1988, was not triggered.

But Milo actually doesn't care about these anymore.

With the outbreak of the black swan event on Saturday, the only two possible outcomes for him, the big short seller on Wall Street, were to make a huge profit or to make huge profits.

However, because the short selling time was too short, strictly speaking it was only one and a half days.

So Milo also knew that the profit this time would not be as much as last time.

This is indeed the case.

When Milo signed his name on a contract.

Bought a company on the verge of bankruptcy for $15 million.

When it comes to the PMC company called "United Global".

Nelson called to tell Milo that Paladin Investments' stock repurchase action was over.

This marked the end of Milo's short-selling operation.

After returning the stocks and funds to the bank, the corresponding interest and handling fees will be deducted.

Paladin Investments made a total profit of $450 million, only one-third of the previous profit.

"Well done, Nelson. Same as last time, $20,000 bonus for the traders each. $5,000 for the other executives, and $1,000,000 for you."

It was noon, but the Milo people had already left New York City.

He's now in the Empire State—well, New York, actually.

The Empire State is the nickname of New York.

Milo is now on the edge of the Appalachian Plateau region of New York State, with the exact address being Kingston, Ulster County, New York.

Kingston is the county seat of Ulster County, about ninety-one miles from New York.

The population is not large and the area is not large.

It was once the capital of New York State, but was burned down by the British during the American Revolutionary War.

The United Global Security Company that Milo bought has its headquarters and training base in Kingston.

After the contract is signed.

Today, Universal United is Milo's private company.

In view of this.

Even if Milo received Nelson's call, even if he knew that today was his birthday.

He was in no hurry to return to New York.

Instead, it was under the guidance of Jones, the former head of Global United's training ground and deputy manager of the business department.

Visited the training base on the outskirts of Kingston.

"Boss, we're almost there. Just around the corner is the company's outdoor training ground."

Jones, who is in his forties, has a bald head and is obviously of British descent, and is smiling.

He turned around and smiled at the boss in the back of the car.

"Yeah." Milo nodded and looked around.

The Global United training ground is right next to U.S. Highway 9W.

There are lush birch forests on both sides, and not many vehicles passing by.

Soon, the convoy continued to move forward and came to the back of a small hill.

Sure enough, a group of people were training enthusiastically. It seemed that they were doing frog jump training, one after another, in groups, jumping in one direction.

The arrival of the fleet's cars was naturally seen by the training staff, but no one paid any attention and continued to concentrate on training.

After the car was turned off, Milo, Jones and others got out.

At Jones's hospitality, Milo took David and others and followed Jones towards a place.

"gather!"

Following Jones's cold shout, all the employees who were training stopped leaping, quickly ran to three meters in front of Jones, and found their positions to line up consciously.

"Look to the right!"

Then, Jones continued to shout slogans, and all the employees immediately turned their heads to the right and took small steps.

“Look forward!”

“Ding!”

“Swish!”

As Jones gave the order again, all the employees looked forward in unison and stopped stepping. Their movements were uniform and very beautiful.

Looking at the employees who were holding their heads high, looking straight ahead and full of energy, Milo showed a satisfied smile.

It was worth it that he used his divine inspiration to single out Global United for acquisition among the more than one hundred security companies that he could have bought.

If nothing else, these people's mental outlook and physical condition look very good.

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"Each row reports the number in turn!"

“1!”

“2!”

…

"115!"

"Report! There should be 115 people in the combat and security departments, and there are actually 115 people! Report completed!"

After the formation was completed, Jones nodded slightly, then turned around and saluted Milo, then reported loudly again with a serious face.

"Report to the boss! There should be 115 people in the combat and security departments, and there are actually 115 people! Report completed!"

Milo was a little uncomfortable, but fortunately he was mentally strong and didn't show it. He said calmly: "Very good!"

After saying that, Milo imitated the leader reviewing the troops that he had seen in his previous life, standing with his hands behind his back and looking directly at everyone.

Everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms and combat boots similar to those of the US military, but it was unclear whether they were from the Air Force, Army, or Navy.

Everyone looked straight ahead with a solemn expression.

Apart from anything else, Milo thought the presentation of this dish was quite good.

He couldn't help but look at Jones, who quickly smiled at him.

Milo had read the information. Jones' full name was John Lee Jones, an American name that couldn't be more ordinary. He came from a genuine American family.

Jones served in the Navy's Amphibious Special Operations Force ten years ago. He later retired due to injury and joined the newly established Global United as a training ground instructor and deputy manager of the business department.

Jones was in charge of some of Global United's original projects in cooperation with the Navy, as well as matters related to the training base.

Perhaps it is for this reason that these bodyguards and PMCs of Global United look like the US special forces.

Standing in front of these tough bodyguards, "My name is Milo Blackburn. I don't know if you know me or not, and I don't care about this kind of thing at all."

"But I want to say that from today on I am the boss of all of you."

Not only was Milo's tone not gentle, but he also did not intend to win them over in a friendly way.

Sounds and looks.

His tone and demeanor were even a little harsh.

"I don't care whether you respect me or not, and I don't care whether you like me or not."

"I just want to tell you three things today."

"First of all, I'm very rich!"

"The second thing is, I'm very, very rich!"

"The third thing is, I'm very, very, very rich!"

"So... bullets are very, very, very valuable to me."

"Every bullet fired at me is worth at least two million dollars. As long as someone blocks it for me, congratulations, you can get the money that a Secret Service agent can earn in twenty years of work."

"Even if nothing happens, you will still get twice the annual salary of a Secret Service agent."

"Or if one of you dies for me."

"Then your family or family members, or the beneficiary you designate, will immediately receive a check for $10 million."

"Money, this is the only thing I can give you."

"Let me live, that's all I ask of you."

(End of this chapter)