New York University.

Su Jingzhen looked out from the window at Washington Square Park. Along the fountain in the middle of the square, there were tourists taking photos. It was one of the most famous attractions in New York City.

"Oh my god, why are we all going to college and studying finance, but why do we continue to study mathematics? Advanced mathematics, linear algebra, probability statistics, financial mathematics, what is this? It's really ****, I hate mathematics!" John, a tough guy, whispered to himself, and from time to time he threw his textbook on his desk.

"John, do you know that since 1978, a Mathematics professor in Massachusetts went to Wall Street to open an investment fund, we have another compulsory subject, which is the finance mathematics. Now all those who study finance are studying mathematics, which is the rhythm that this guy has led. His company is still on Wall Street. I think if you are a tough guy, you should go to Wall Street and beat him up." Mike was flipping through the book while urging someone to beat someone up.

"If you really hit me, please punch me..." Su Jingzhen looked out the window with his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"Oh... Su, you're right, John, give me a punch!" The black girl had always wanted to squeeze into Su Jingzhen and the others' circle, so she sat not far away and eavesdropped. Now she saw everyone joking and added a mouthful.

"No, I will go to jail. I can't afford to hire a huge lawyer team..." John was about to be taken into a deep pit, so he quickly refused.

"Don't be afraid, our school has a law school, and we will help you apply for aid when the time comes." Mixue'er took the opportunity to add to the wrong side.

"Su, I know you Chinese students are the best in mathematics. Is there any good way to do it? I don't want to fail the first year." Seeing that they were attacked by a crowd, John quickly came up from the pit and changed the topic.

"You are illusion. In fact, China is not very good at cutting-edge mathematical research, but the United States..."

Before he finished speaking, John interrupted him and said, "No, no, I am not talking about math research, I am talking about students who study mathematics."

"That's also your illusion. I understand it myself. Maybe when I was in China, the country was relatively backward, and there was nothing fun in my spare time during class, so I could only study and study every day. After I went abroad, my social circle was relatively narrow and I repeated my previous behavior.

Then your extracurricular life is rich and colorful, and the focus is not on learning, so I mistakenly think that Chinese students are better than you in learning." Su Jingzhen tilted his head and thought for a while, then expressed his understanding.

"It's like these days, you either go to watch rugby, boxing and ice hockey, and you haven't seen you turn over the book seriously. It's a miracle to be able to learn well."

"Oh, do you have to read books at night? That's so painful. I've done this in the twelfth grade and thought it would be easier when I was in college." John felt that his life was a little dark.

"Financial statements, investment analysis and management, management, marketing..." Su Jingzhen kept reciting the course schedule in John's ear, which was lined up with various subjects. John, who was already a little bloody on his face, threw his head on the table as he heard it, and shouted: "God, let me die!"

The funny movements made all the students around him laugh. Mike became interested and added in his ear: "Statistics, tax planning..."

John heard Mike muttering in his ears, and suddenly became resurrected with blood. He picked up the textbook on the table and chased Mike. The sound of fighting resounded throughout the classroom.

While everyone was smiling and watching them play, Mixueer sat next to Su Jingzhen and whispered: "Su, we talked about Mexico last time. Later, I went to the library to check the information, and asked the teacher and the elders at home. What everyone said was similar to what you said."

"What's strange about this? Since February, the situation in South America has been decided, but no one knows which South American country will be in, and when will the problem break out." Su Jingzhen shrugged. There is no need to explain this problem. Economic newspapers have already explained it thoroughly.

"No, maybe it was what you said before, but now it's different. Mexico has been undergoing small-scale riots recently and political turmoil. It is estimated that as you guessed, Mexico will be the first to have the problem." Michelle admired the boy in front of her a little.

It would be normal if the Wall Street analysts judged these problems, but the reality is that the boy in front of him judged these things. She did not tell Su Jingzhen. When she went back to ask her family, she was shocked because these things were all things that various financial institutions desperately wanted to hide.

In February, the Federal Reserve announced a rate hike, which caused a decrease in currency holdings in the market, so some people sold their assets in exchange for a certain amount of cash, which led to an avalanche-like U.S. Treasury bond sale.

In the first three quarters, due to the Federal Reserve, many famous hedge funds in the US imperial examinations suffered losses. If they lose blood, they will need to replenish their blood. Where does the blood come from?

These are what each fund, financial institution, and international investment banks want to hide.

Everyone knows that South America is a piece of fat, but eat it from there first. This is a sensitive topic. If retail investors in the market know this information, then the above-mentioned institutions may collapse when eating meat. Capital is profit-seeking. As long as you have money to make money, retail investors will also cross continents and overseas.

"It's useless to guess it. Who knows when these problems will break out? If there is no exact time, it would be useless. We small retail investors with tens of thousands of thousands of dollars will be looking for death. Other big dealers can crush us with just one technical means." Su Jingzhen did not exaggerate, but was talking about the facts.

"Who asked you to deploy in advance? We can follow us to drink soup. Let's throw it in a few thousand dollars and just think it's learning. You must know that even people working on Wall Street may not encounter such a thing in their entire lives, and get close to the collapse of a country's economy." Michelle's blonde hair is fat and has big breasts, but this characteristic that has always been considered a stupid woman has not really made her stupid, and her thinking logic is still very keen.

"There is little money, a wave will flood us. If the general trend is ready, no one will take over the bet. Moreover, can you find a trader?" Su Jingzhen finally pulled his eyes back from the window and turned to look at the female classmate beside him.

"You don't have to worry about this. Let's first study when Mexico's economy will collapse, and then prepare the money." Mixue'er looked mysterious and refused to tell what she was thinking.

"Just we two?"

Mixue'er looked up at the surroundings, pursed her lips and said, "You can call those two."

Su Jingzhen looked at John and Mike, these two?
Chapter completed!