"Hmm… are you serious, Claude?" Even though Adrian had made it to the prepared umbrella and sat down in a chair to sip his coffee, he still felt dizzy, "Did we really walk away with 14 billion US Dollars from the Soviet Union?!"
"You didn't mishear, and I didn't misspeak." Claude picked up his cup and lightly flicked it, "And what's more, no taxes."
"Damn, that's really..." Adrian exhaled deeply after pinching the bridge of his nose. Although he knew it was an excellent opportunity to make money, he had never imagined it could go this far. Like the last time with the oil futures, Claude had stunned him again.
"The slice of the cake we got can only be considered medium-sized; it's even smaller than my father's. Those guys on Wall Street who had been preparing for a long time don't even need mentioning. The wealth accumulated by the Soviet Empire over 60 years was just smoothly pocketed by them." Claude's voice grew more reflective towards the end.