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“The difference between Strauss and Ranieri?” says one trader still at Salomon. “That’s easy. Strauss wouldn’t stoop to use the men’s room on the trading floor. He’d go upstairs. Lewie would piss on your desk.”

Quote by Michael Lewis

Book:Liar's Poker
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Liar's Poker

Liar's Poker is a personal account of the author's time at Salomon Brothers, a leading investment bank, where he navigated the intense and often unethical world of financial trading. The book offers an insider's perspective on the culture of greed and the rapid growth of the financial industry during the 1980s. more

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Michael Lewis
Michael Lewis

Michael Lewis, born on October 15, 1960, is a renowned American author. His works are known for their in-depth investigations and revelations of the truths in the financial, business, and sports worlds. more

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