back to past life(on going)
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I was bored with my high school life. The excitement I felt when I saw my friends, whom I barely remembered, ended after a day. My larger physique caught the attention of the people in the school, and thanks to that, time passed without incident. No one at school, including my classmates and seniors, dared to bother me. In my first year of high school, I was already about six feet tall. The adult life of the teachers is more interesting to me than the lives of the young students.
It was a time of rest, and the teacher's office window was filled with people when I saw her on the way to and from the restroom. Male teachers talk about stocks when they smoke, and they seem happier than yesterday. Although large corporations such as Hando, Samil, and Chamro went bankrupt, their destruction has not affected the teaching profession. What's more, the currency war that started in Thailand will not affect them at all. The only thing that matters to them is the increase in the shares they bought the day before.
The bell that signaled the break had ended, and the students started running back to the classroom. The passageway was so empty in an instant, and, at first, I felt awkward looking at it. Things did not change after two months, and the hallway was empty, where only silence was left without vitality, reminding me of memories I did not want to remember, like the view of a city where all its citizens are lying dead.
***
I went to Gimpo Airport after school. Jonathan's estimated arrival time is seven p.m. I held a small sign with her name on it in the arrival hall. Since I have seen her young photos on the website and exchanged emails several times, I think I would not be surprised by how young she is.
But that didn't happen. Jonathan came wearing a black suit and carrying a 007 bag. This is in stark contrast to my memory of him wearing the protective gear he got from the platinum box and carrying an iron rod forged with mana stones. His eyes looked as if they could prove that he was living in a peaceful world. His eyes flickered between my mark and mine.
Jonathan's face had no scar like the picture, and even shone. It seemed that the long flight did not bother him at all. He must have had a good dream crossing the Pacific Ocean to see me.
"Hi, I'm Jonathan," he approached me and said. It was the first time I saw her eyes filled with hope and heard her lively voice.
“Come go somewhere else. Follow me." I speak fluent English. He seemed a little surprised by that.
I have seen an unpopular restaurant at the airport. Jonathan's confident move followed me as I took the lead. He probably thought he could meet the person who emailed him there, and I don't blame him. There was no way he thought a young student with a backpack was the one who sent the email.
He must be thinking of the stereotype of a nerdy Asian man with a round face and slippery hair. He probably imagined that the man would be wearing an oversized suit, wiping his glasses, then asking Jonathan for a handshake after meeting him.
I took Jonathan to a place where no one else was around. The one sitting across the table from her was me, who brought her from the arrival hall. Jonathan blinked and shrugged as if asking what had happened.
“I sent you an email, Jonathan. Thank you for coming all the way here to see me.”
Jonathan looked at me a long time ago, then covered his face with his large hands.******delightedly came out of his mouth. He did not let go of his hand but looked at me through his fingers.
“I came to Korea after risking my whole life for this! Everything in your little joke! Do you know what you've done?”
Jonathan did not raise his voice, but I could see how angry he was from his eyes between his fingers. Those are the eyes I know. He had those eyes as he glared at the monster and muttered that he would survive.
Jonathan stood up without saying a word, then he looked at me. I felt anger in his eyes as if he was going to kick me, knock me down and never stop punching me until I die.
"Does Wall Street judge people by their age?"
When I answered, the server came back after coming to get our order because we were too tense.
"How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?" jeered Jonathan.
“If you keep looking at me like that, someone will call the police,” I pointed to the counter with my chin when the manager and server whispered about us there.
“You can go back and leave things like this. But since you are a guest who comes across the ocean, it is an honor to give you a gift. ”
I took out the investment draft I wrote last night out of the bag and handed it to Jonathan. He snatched it from my hand not to check its contents but to tear it in front of me. He grabbed the paper with both hands and prepared to tear it apart, but then he suddenly stopped. His glaring eyes sharply stared at the graphs in the report.
"Please sit down" I said.
***
“The current Asian economic crisis is inevitable as the US government lends unlimited amounts of US Dollars to Asian countries. This has been the case ever since they began to say how the twenty-first century would belong to Asia and horrendous the Four Asian Tigers. Hedging funds only support that, ”kataku.
“Support?” Jonatan stop.
“How's Wall Street doing?” I asked.
"What do you think?" Jonathan answered in a disturbed manner. However, the most important point was missing from the report no matter how many times he read it. I just showed him the big forest, and the roots and branches were hidden under the leaves. The dates are gone.
“This is how the trend is, my” points to the section where the chart drops again.
“You won't tell me the approximate date until I sign it? You think the attackers will knock down the Thai baht in one day?” Jonatan asked.
“Jonathan, you are part of Wall Street. What is your perspective before reading my report? ” I asked. Jonathan couldn't answer that easily, and he wouldn't be the only one.
This is the day after the Thai government kicked the butt of hedge funds. The battle that was considered one-sided had now become unexpected. That's the mood on Wall Street right now, and it will continue until the Thai government declares surrender by July
Jonathan became silent and kept flipping through the report. If you know what to expect, it will not be difficult to put the process together. I set a trail of fierce battles between the Thai and New York foreign currency markets, using many charts and charts to point in one direction.
Jonathan took less time to come to a conclusion than I expected.
“In the end, the attacker will win if there is one more condition.” Jonathan looks at me, and obviously he is testing me.
“I'm not the one who should have answered. Jonathan, you have to do it, so I can decide if you are qualified to work with me,” I said. Jonatan started laughing. He looks fresher now.
“Is my money, career experience and my time not enough for you?” Jonatan was caught off guard.
“Enough if you are willing to step down from management. Did you?" I asked. He smiled as if it was not worth answering.
“I risk everything. What are you betting on?” Jonatan asked.
"possible costs. How much do you think I could earn from March if I chose someone else over you? Even as we speak, I lost the money I could earn,” I replied.
Jonathan refrained from retaliating because he knew he wasn't too nervous especially since he understood the situation. Since everyone on Wall Street was betting on the baht decline, he realized that I could earn an incredible amount of money by betting on the opposite side.
"Have you not decided yet?" I asked.
“I need more time to think. Apart from everything, you..you just..this is all unexpected..” Jonathan hesitated.
“OK, I will wait until June 3,” I replied and stood up.
"wait. Why June 3?” Jonathan also hurriedly stood up and even confronted me as if I was about to disappear like a ghost. His eyes followed my gaze to the report he was holding.
"Oh!" He flipped through the report page and stopped to show my short-term baht exchange rate chart forecast. He pointed to where the chart is going down, the point where the short-term baht uptrend stops. No one can predict how long the baht uptrend will continue in this situation, so I told him the exact date surprised him.
"It happened on June 2nd, right?" Jonathan asked in an excited tone.
“All you have to do is find out how much we will lose in the remaining days,” I replied.
“You can predict the trend, but not the date. Unless you are a god, ”dia spoke firmly.
“Maybe, you're meeting someone right now,” I said.
"It's crazy! I've dealt with all kinds of people, but a guy like you.” he looks dumbfounded.
“You have until June 3. If you can't make a decision until then, I'll assume our relationship is over. ” I'm determined.
***
It was June 3, and an email arrived after a while.
jonathan: What should we name our company?
