Ugly Americans: The True Story of The Ivy League Cowboys Who Raided The Asian Markets For Millions

Ugly Americans: The True Story of the Ivy League Cowboys Who Raided the Asian Markets for Millions is a book by Ben Mezrich that recounts the exploits of an American called John Malcolm (a pseudonym) arbitraging index futures in Japan in the 1990s. Trigger Street Productions has the film rights to the book.

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