Hollywood Art: System of sunnys

It makes a lot of money, the Wall Street.

ID Software's profits have reached a glorious six million dollars. Being the first to venture into 3D design is a remarkable achievement. The generous checks given to the initial four employees 50 thousand dollars each have garnered gratitude. While this might appear counterproductive, it's necessary as the team grows and money is distributed among them. The contract continues to run, and after six deliveries, it's unclear how the product developments will turn out.

Money keeps flowing in and out, which has not stopped impacting the companies under Lux Comics. Lux Comics has not ceased to spend money on multiple investments. The list of investments includes 45,670 shares in Coca-Cola Company, 349,000 shares in WorldCom, 298,324 shares in the declining Apple, 133,450 shares in Walmart, 319,120 shares in Home Depot, 41,000 shares in McDonald's, 34,930 shares in General Electric, 530,231 shares in Cisco Systems, 468,213 shares in Intel, and 490,000 shares in Oracle.

This long-term investment strategy accumulates benefits gradually. Over time, these benefits will transform into a force beyond belief, sufficient to manage various forms of investment.

All these shares will be used as collateral for the bet that Billy and Raimon will place. The collateral is valued at 27.5 million dollars and will be used for short sales starting on December 15. They will bet on the downfall of the Soviet Union, targeting a portion of state-related enterprises within the Soviet system. Additionally, they will invest in leveraged debt buyouts, which will be sold when the Soviet Union collapses, based on the unforeseen data both Billy and Raimon possess.

The wait has been excruciating, causing Raimon to feel a heavy heart every time he hears about shares or similar matters. It's a chest pain he can hardly endure. Billy made him promise to keep this secret, despite several incidents where Raimon sweated profusely at work. These details cannot escape Anne's scrutinizing eyes as they constantly turn toward Raimon's affairs. They heave a sigh in a way that only someone who's bearing an additional workload can understand. With each new assignment, Anne thinks about the extended vacation that is drawing nearer. But Billy promised that once the Soviet Union fell, they could enjoy a paid vacation.

Raimon's desperation is terrible, and he wonders if he'll work his whole life without ever taking vacations, even on December 24th and 25th. He received a small bonus and used it to buy a lot of food, but he missed his mother deeply. Billy invited him to have hamburgers and gave him a special comic autographed by Joe Kubert. It was a good Christmas. Raimon's mother missed him, but his father told her that he should keep up the good work, and if he had a job, it was better not to visit.

Raimon's thoughts were a mess. Then came the fateful call from the investment fund. They took 3% as a transaction fee and mentioned that it was a wild bet, but the greenback moves mountains in acceptance, especially with the potential for significant profits.

The investment fund used the money for various financial moves, and all of them converged on a common outcome: placing a bet with the $50 million that Billy Carson provided, with $27.5 million as collateral and $22.5 million as debt. This would result in substantial gains.

On December 26th, the USSR fell, and "Investment Copys," one of the few certified groups that accepted Billy's bet, went wild with anticipation over the consequences of what had just happened.

James Cabelat discovered the collapse at 2:00 PM on December 26th. The company went crazy that very day but in an unhealthy way. It began with the paranoia that James Cabelat started to feel after the USSR's downfall, like a lighthouse that illuminated the sky.

He adjusted his short sales and began executing every sale in the best possible way. The gains on each sale were two, three, four, five times the percentage he had bet. The leverage Billy had provided resulted in such remarkable profits that he felt like crying at the ridiculous scenario he was witnessing. Even his partner, Liria, was sweating profusely while watching the transactions. James Cabelat's hands even trembled.

The anger began to spread. At one point, the tension in the trading room was palpable. More employees joined the company. The screens flickered with constantly changing numbers as they closely monitored the transactions. James's risky bet had paid off, but the market's volatility made for an unsteady companion for these workers.

Meanwhile, Liria was trying to maintain her composure, but her heart was pounding hard. As an investment analyst, she had seen many strategies, but this operation was bold and perilous.

The market appeared to fluctuate relentlessly with every specific operation as if caught amid a storm. Economic and political news spread rapidly; the USSR had completely fallen. Wall Street received many notifications ahead of the rest of the world.

-I'll call Mr. Raimon to notify him about this bombshell, - James said. Inside, he calculated his gains: three million eight hundred thousand dollars, plus another three million (3,800,000 dollars)... and then another three million (6,600,000 dollars) for a total of twelve million four hundred thousand dollars. The sum began to increase like a roaring storm.

-The estimated value in this bet far exceeds all the previous investments, which had been doubled or tripled so far. This is beyond our wildest expectations, - Liria told James, in a catatonic state, as if spirits had manifested themselves.

At that moment, Michael Svenes, the Director of Investments, entered the room, sipping his coffee. Upon seeing James and Liria, who had been in the investment field for four years, he inquired, -Is there something I should know? -

-Sir, we've carried out the short sales we were recently instructed to make, and the profits we've received are staggering, - James explained.

-What do you mean? How much is the profit? - Michael asked, curious.

-486 million dollars, - James said, surprised by the provisional calculation of gains.

-Wow! I think we need to speak with the client to see if we can reinvest some of that money in stocks. If we work diligently, we can double our income, - Michael Svenes exclaimed happily. This was what he had hoped for when he opened an investment fund—to become wealthy, earn a lot of money, and be able to swim in a pool of cash.

-I'm making the call, - James Cabelat said.

Meanwhile, Raimon was playing video games leisurely in his office. He was completely unaware of what was transpiring in the world of investments. Eventually, he picked up the phone after it had been ringing insistently for five minutes. Frustrated, he answered with a hint of annoyance. However, when James Cabelat informed him of the news, Mr. Cloud was left dumbfounded, gaping in astonishment. He slipped into a whirlwind of emotions, eventually cursing loudly, much like his father did when he was fighting against the taxi drivers' guild he had been involved with throughout his life.

The news was whispered like a siren's song, a remarkable chant that left those in the room astounded. Anne was with Thomas Carson, and with Thomas Carson came the incredulity triggered by Mr. Cloud's words. Shortly after, as Billy continued to draw in his office, they heard James Cabelat's story and discussed the next steps.

-What are you talking about? - Thomas asked, jolting himself from the stupor that had entrapped his being.

-Apparently, an investment made by young Billy has paid off. The sum seems outlandish, but I believe it's best to discuss it with the boss, - Mr. Cloud said for the tenth time in fifteen minutes, pausing to pour himself a glass of water as his throat had dried up from incredulity.

Anne knocked on Billy's door, who was immersed in his drawing. It had been a month since the release of the book "A Game of Thrones," part of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" series. So, he decided to extend the story with another novel. He had been in touch with Tor Books to provide illustrations for the deluxe edition of the book.

-Billy, we need to talk, -- Thomas said, a little impressed by what he was about to ask of his son.

-Is something wrong? - Billy asked, still drawing.

-We received a call not long ago about a successful investment of 482 million dollars in your name. Can you confirm if that's true? - Thomas said.

-Oh, of course, it's mine. We conducted some short sales of Russian companies, - Billy replied calmly.

Thomas Carson sat down in front, somewhat incredulous. 480 million dollars in profit – what did he bet on? How much money did he put on the line, or what operation did he carry out for the gain to be so enormous?

-What do you plan to do with all that money? - Thomas Carson asked.

-Well, I think the first thing is to build a building on the land we have across the street. Next, we should expand our businesses, especially our comic distribution company. And if possible, we should create a film distribution company, - Billy said.

-You've got it all planned out, - Thomas said, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his son's pace.

Anne was part of the conversation, contemplating how far the company could grow. She knew that it all began in a garage, then moved to a smaller factory, and now they were operating in a much larger factory, which wasn't initially decorated or managed as it was now.

-Anne, make arrangements with Raimon. I want you to hire a good accountant and an assistant accountant by tomorrow morning. Also, find another employee to work with Mr. Cloud. I want to buy a distribution company if possible or create one if necessary. The better equipped our analysis and management department, the better for me. I need another assistant under your command and a supervisor to oversee all the companies we currently have, -- Billy said, thinking about what needed to be done.  -- Let's pay off any debts we have and invest a bit in Pixar, Autodesk, and ID Software, respectively. -

From the couch, Thomas watched his son confidently give orders to everyone, making him feel old and worn out from the sidelines.

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this is called short selling, and it makes a lot of money, try to minimize the blow, but an example of short selling is in 2008 when people with less than a million dollars made fortunes of 90 million or more. some bet more money and the profits were abysmal.

have a nice day. I will put a picture of Alice in the comments to give you an idea of what she looks like.