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Roxon Financial’s three mid-sized banks, two insurance companies, and two fund companies were forcibly broken up under Hawke’s tough stance on the board.
"Young Master, we've acquired Rockxon Financial. Now we need to digest this acquisition properly, and the organizational structure needs to be restructured."
Jordan was somewhat excited, as Lane Capital's strength had greatly increased due to this deal with Roxon Financial.
"That's right. I gave those old fogies a good dressing down at the board meeting, which successfully separated Roxon Financial and Lane Capital from Lane Group. I entrusted the restructuring to Emilia. The general plan is to establish Lane Financial Group, independent of Lane Group. The original Lane Capital, including the assets and businesses of Bates Capital and Midtown Financial, will all be merged into Lane Financial Group. Emilia will serve as the CEO of Lane Financial Group, while temporarily serving as the CEO of Lane Capital..."
Meeting Jordan's expectant gaze, Hawke slowly said, "You will serve as the Chief Investment Manager of Lane Capital, and later you will take over as CEO of Lane Capital."
Jordan clenched his fist, suppressing his excitement:
"I swear to serve the young master to the death!"
Hawke smiled and waved his hand: "After Roxson implemented this slimming plan, it will only have a size of less than $2 billion left. Next time, we might have a chance to swallow it up."
Jordan immediately thought Hawke's idea was a pipe dream, but after thinking about Hawke's methods carefully... it wasn't impossible!
"Has the earnings report come out yet?"
Startled by Hawke's voice, Jordan quickly realized what was happening and said:
"It should be ready now, I'll go get it."
He had been monitoring the market at Lane Capital for several days without even going home, and now it was finally time to reap the rewards.
Total profit from the two short selling operations: $203.92 billion.
"Tsk tsk tsk—" Hawke exclaimed, looking at the long string of numbers, "The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish really is!"
However, most of this money has already been invested in the fund pool used to acquire Roxon Financial.
Perse restaurant.
This is probably the most famous Michelin-starred hotel in New York.
It opened in 2004 and received three stars when Michelin first rated hotels in New York in 2005.
The perse ingredients were very fresh, and one of the main dishes featured three kinds of tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, making it incredibly refreshing.
Of all the dishes served in the tasting, apart from the tuna which was just so-so, the chicken, beef, abalone, and other dishes were all exceptionally well-prepared.
The food was pretty good, but Emilia ate it absentmindedly.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Hawke asked with a smile.
“Uh…” Emilia realized what was happening and put down her fork. “A little, Hawke. I never imagined I would be in charge of a financial group that is close to a hundred billion dollars.”
She picked up the crystal glass, took a sip of wine, and tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart.
Since Hawke had asked, Emilia decided to speak frankly, her voice slightly hoarse: "To be honest, the pressure is immense. Jordan's talent in capital operations and investment is undeniable; he's more like a sharp dagger. And me… I've suddenly realized that my interest in finance stems from a thirst for excitement. After working here for a while, I feel I'm better at handling data and 537 structures, acting as an advisor, and doing integration. When I was a professor at Columbia, it was all a piece of cake. After joining Lane Capital, I could feel the pressure of managing hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars. Now, leading an $80 billion financial group, managing $600 billion in assets for clients…" She shook her head slightly, "Isn't this a bit too fast?"
She looked at Hawke with an honest gaze, a hint of seeking confirmation in her eyes.
Hawke did not answer immediately, but slowly and deliberately cut off a small piece of tender abalone with a silver knife.
“Amelia,” Hawke finally spoke, his voice low and calm, “The splitting of Roxson Financial into the new Lane Financial Group is ‘pulling back the fist.’ Integrating Lane Capital, three banks, two insurance companies, and two funds to establish a clear and efficient structure is ‘building strength.’ This process requires precise calculations, robust integration, and an extreme grasp of rules and details—this is your battlefield. I need you to perfectly digest and absorb this newly swallowed ‘flesh,’ turning it into stronger bones and muscles within our bodies.”
He paused. "As for charging into battle and making heavy bets? That's not your primary task right now. Your task is to build a powerful, stable, and efficient platform. Jordan is indeed a sharp blade, but he needs a stronger, more suitable handle, a base that can support his continuous strikes without breaking. You are the one who forges that handle and that base."
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Hawke picked up a napkin, gently wiped his mouth, and spoke with an undeniable certainty:
"You've underestimated your role in the team. Capital operations require Jordan's keen sense and boldness, but the foundation of an empire needs your rigor, logic, and integration capabilities even more. A hundred billion dollars is just the beginning. I poached you from Columbia University initially to be a vanguard general, but now, Amelia, I need you to be a marshal, similar to Andy's role. Of course, there are no absolute marshals in the financial industry, so I also need you to retain that vanguard quality in your personality. Be a marshal when it's time to be a marshal, and be a general when it's time to show your general's qualities. Understand?"
Emilia tightened her grip on the wine glass. Hawke's words struck her like a hammer blow. She took a deep breath, and the doubt in her eyes was gradually replaced by a resolute light.
“Understood, Hawke.” Emilia’s voice regained its usual composure, even carrying a hint of sharpness. She raised her glass. “For Ryan Financial Group.”
Hawke smiled with satisfaction, picked up his wine glass, and gently clinked it against hers, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.
"Then let's keep eating, the food is getting cold."
Hawke blinked.
As Hawke was enjoying his meal, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Take it out and take a look.
Is Taylor Swift up to something?
Hawke asked Taylor Swift to help promote "My Love from the Star" on Twitter, and that guy is causing trouble again.
"Oh my god, I suddenly realized that the male lead of 'My Love from the Star' is actually our respected 'King'! The script was even written from his ideas! In this day and age, someone actually thought of an alien falling in love with an Earthling? Such a cliché plot, I'm truly impressed. It's not your fault if you're a little slow, but creating garbage scripts to insult the public's intelligence is definitely your fault, isn't it? I bet his parents must be very humorous people to have produced such a joke!"
Hawke: “…”
This girl is a typical example; she rolls her eyes when you grab her by the neck, but starts bragging as soon as you let go.
When he was disciplining her before, she put on that pitiful, tearful act. But how long has it been, and she's already coming back to provoke him again...
She really is Ouyang without the radical!
After having dinner with Emilia, Hawke drove her back to her company and then went to find Taylor Swift.
The girl was at home, getting ready for her afternoon nap, when Hawke knocked on her door.
"Uh……"
Taylor Swift's expression froze, and she turned and ran away.
"Ha ha……"
Hawke smiled slightly, casually closed the door, and asked, "Where do you think you can run off to?"
Immediately, a series of ghostly wails and howls came from the room behind.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Hawke, I'll never do it again. I swear I won't expose your letter of repentance, okay?"
As the saying goes, a strong wind sweeps away fallen leaves, and rain beats down banana leaves.
It's that familiar feeling again.
Two hours later.
Taylor Swift pouted and looked at Hawke with a "you're the bad guy" expression:
"you……"
Hawke then extended a finger and pressed it to Taylor Swift's lips, saying earnestly:
"Give your mouth a rest!"
"Oh." Taylor Swift obediently agreed. She had just spent a lot of effort persuading Hawke to let her go, and her throat was indeed a little sore.
After waiting for a while, Taylor Swift felt that her voice was almost better: "I've almost finished putting together the songs for my second album, but I'm still missing a subtitle. Hawke, you can write songs, and you're pretty good at it. Could you write another subtitle for me?"
"No." Hawke said lazily, puffing on his cigarette. "I only write songs for fun. The one I gave you earlier killed so many of my brain cells; I couldn't write anything like it anymore!"
"I don't believe it!" Taylor Swift looked at Hawke with disdain: "Look at me, do you think I'm easy to fool? You can definitely still write it, you just don't want to write it for me! Humph, luckily I saw through your weakness a long time ago and prepared a lot of ways to deal with you."
"Oh?" Hawke became interested and looked at Taylor Swift: "What are you planning to do about me?"
Despite the aches and pains in her body, Taylor Swift climbed off the boat, slipped on her slippers, and ran to other rooms to find her collection.
Soon after.
Taylor Swift is back.
With a "whoosh," a bunch of things were thrown to the ground by Taylor Swift.
Hawke looked closely.
They are all kinds of toys for adults.
“Grunt!”
Hawke's throat bobbed involuntarily.
It seems Taylor Swift wasn't exaggerating; this girl really hit the nail on the head.
"If you write me a single, I'll play with all these toys with you, okay?"
Taylor Swift, holding a teddy bear in her arms, looked down at Hawke and spoke condescendingly.
"Ah this..."
Hawke considered for a long time, then said helplessly:
"alright."
He never expected Taylor Swift to be so dedicated to music; she sold herself for a song.
What else could Hawke do?
Of course, we should choose to let them have their way.
But...
Hawke glanced around and realized that Taylor Swift was still too young; she had bought not only a small number of toys, but also a limited variety of them.
It doesn't matter.
(Li Hao Zhao) Considering her young age, these things can be forgiven.
Anyway, Hawke still has quite a few of Taylor Swift's own songs in his memory, so whenever he wants to play around with them in the future, he can just sell Taylor Swift's own songs to her again.
“Give me the song first.” Taylor Swift held out her hand to Hawke. “Then I’ll play with you. I don’t trust you.”
"The most important thing for two people to be together is trust. Taylor Swift, the way you've done this has broken my heart."
Hawke said indignantly.
"Still trust me? Heh, your trust level with me dropped to zero long ago." Taylor Swift sneered and said, "Anyway, I only do cash on delivery."
"Okay, okay, I give up."
Hawke grabbed a pen and paper, pondering what song to give Taylor Swift.
147 No, I helped someone else bite it last night.
In his past life, Hawke's favorite Taylor Swift song was "Love Story," and his second favorite was "You Belong With Me."
"Okay, I've decided on you."