Chapter 203 The Beginning of IMF’s Harvest of Cold Country

Author: A drop of crazy oil essence

Chapter 203 The Beginning of IMF’s Harvest of Cold Country

Chen Daojun walked into the living room and stretched lazily.

After Li Hairen greeted Li Suzhen, he changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

When her eyes fell on the collar of Chen Daojun's white shirt, her eyes became more complicated.

Li Suzhen was sitting on Daojun just now. Whether intentionally or not, some of her unique red lipstick rubbed onto Daojun's shirt.

Li Hairen is someone who has been here before, and he can tell at a glance that the color number on the shirt is the same as Li Suzhen's lipstick color.

"Eat some fruit. I just bought it yesterday. I see you have a lot more dark circles under your eyes recently. I need to supplement with vitamin C."

Li Hairen couldn't help but push Chen Daojun down on the sofa.

Since his mother made a request, Chen Daojun naturally had no reason to refute it. He picked up the remote control, and within a few flips, his attention was attracted by the news.

Hanri News is live broadcasting political interviews on recent economic-related issues.

Ren Changlie, who was appointed deputy prime minister, has shown strong personal opinions on avoiding contacting the IMF to resolve the current crisis.

Even when being interviewed by the host, he confidently claimed: "Our Great Cold Underworld has experienced countless storms since ancient times. This crisis will soon pass and everything is under control."

Having said that, when faced with the host's questions, Ren Changlie was always evasive and did not respond directly.

Chen Daojun felt a little funny watching him battle wits with the host.

These politicians in the cold country are really interesting.

No wonder I heard someone say before that the biggest difference between Japanese and Han people is:

As long as a Japanese person is beaten severely, he will kneel on the ground and call daddy!

However, even if the Han people are severely beaten, they can still kneel on the ground and curse!

A typical duck has a whole body except its mouth!

"Dojun, take it."

Li Hairen came over with a bowl of fruit and handed his son a knife and fork.

"Thank you mom"

Chen Daojun smiled brightly and picked up a few pieces of fruit and put them in his mouth.

Li Hairen stared at the TV and asked seemingly casually: "Is Suzhen fine?"

"Um, press?"

Chen Daojun nodded subconsciously before realizing something was wrong.

He looked up and found that Li Hairen had turned around and was about to go upstairs.

"I have a set of limited edition cosmetics. I will give it to Suzhen tomorrow and ask my sister-in-law to take you home, but I didn't say anything. It's so rude!"

Chen Daojun silently chewed on his mother's words and suddenly realized they were rich in meaning.

The next day.

The originally tough-talking Vice Prime Minister Ren Changlie suddenly experienced a 180-degree reversal in attitude.

He changed his mind and said that this was a request of the IMF and used an emergency press conference to speak.

In his speech, he claimed that he would submit applications to the IMF for financial relief such as improving the balance of payments, stabilizing currency values, liberalizing trade, opening capital markets, and improving transparency in corporate operations.

This is the beginning of the IMF’s harvest of the cold country.

That is to say, starting from this day, Hanguo's national credit rating dropped, and the composite stock index instantly fell below the 400-point mark.

Nine comprehensive financial companies were ordered to cease operations, and countless groups went bankrupt.

Of course, related to this is the popularity of Zhuri Company.

Daily company.

Jiang Shengyu's cell phone was about to explode.

"Ah, pay the money as soon as possible? What do you mean, should the merger of the car company be completed before the acquisition money can be paid? Can you understand the contract carefully? The payment time limit above is until February next year, and it is only November now. Also, why do I

You want to pay in U.S. dollars? 1.5 billion U.S. dollars, you’re not mistaken!”

Jiang Shengyu hung up the phone angrily.

"Is it the First Bank of Cold Country?"

Chen Daojun put down the newspaper and raised his head from countless financial information.

Jiang Shengyu said angrily: "Yeah, it's all chaos. It's all chaos. You called me more than ten times a day. You're such a hands-off shopkeeper and you don't care about anything. It's all the pressure on me."

Jiang Shengyu seemed a little chilled and shook his head. He seemed to have thought of something:

"But what's going on over there? Is your grandpa still thinking about it?"

"There's no other way. It's not that simple to have both. I don't have to worry about it now anyway!" Chen Daojun spread his hands. The Korean won exchange rate plummeted, and it was not him who was panicking.

"Then it's best if you delay it longer, you can get more of your grandfather's things."

Jiang Shengyu walked to Chen Daojun with a smile and hugged his shoulders affectionately:

"Dojun, if the U.S. dollar exchange rate continues to rise, what will happen to 1:2000?"

"Thank God. The funds in our hands have increased in value by more than 2 trillion yuan, right?"

Jiang Shengyu joked: "In other words, you are already a big bourgeoisie worth 5 trillion. Isn't it great to be so rich at the age of 20?"

He shrugged his shoulders and patted Daojun's shoulder gently.

"Don't give me ecstasy, okay? I still want to build a European family that lasts for hundreds of years."

"You can do it, just take your time."

"Uncle, let me ask you, who would you rather be, a European aristocrat with a lot of money or a plutocratic president of a crumbling country?"

Jiang Shengyu clicked his tongue:

"Oh, it doesn't make sense if you say that. It's not me."

Chen Daojun smiled and said with certainty: "It won't be long before I become the number one chaebol president in Han Country. At that time, I will let you, uncle, enjoy your retirement life like a European noble, okay?"

Although the entire country is in panic due to the economic crisis, these two people are immersed in wonderful fantasies.

Standing on a high-rise building in Yeouido, looking out the window at the logos on countless office buildings.

I don’t know how many companies will be acquired by them at cabbage prices in the future.

For a time, the two of them were filled with pride!

Zhengxinzhai.

Chief Li led the Prime Minister's special envoy inside nervously, and then pushed open the study door.

Chen Yangzhe, who was sitting on the sofa, wanted to stand up when the door opened.

When he saw someone coming, he sat down again.

"Hello, President Chen, I am Vice Minister Kim Sung-soo from the Prime Minister's side."

"When the Prime Minister contacts me, do you just call his subordinates over now? He's getting a lot more arrogant."

Hearing Chen Yangzhe's dissatisfied words, Government Assistant Deputy Minister Kim Sung-soo, who was slowly walking over, quickly ran in front of him, then bowed respectfully and bowed.

"You have misunderstood, Chairman Chen. This is a critical period, and countless people are watching the Prime Minister's every move, so there is nothing we can do. The Prime Minister has asked me to convey my apology."

"Okay, I got it, sit down now."

Vice-minister Kim Sung-soo lowered his head repeatedly and carefully sat on the sofa next to him.

"You should know the reason why I invited the Prime Minister to meet, right?"

"Of course, President."

"I heard that the IMF approved US$58.4 billion in aid. Someone got the news yesterday and applied for it?"

Vice Minister Kim Sung-soo not only did not answer, but blinked.

"You do not know?"

"President, uh, how do you know this? Yesterday, no, this happened just early this morning..."

Chen Yangzhe snorted coldly: "Don't ask me how I know, answer my question first, isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"How much is the first batch of aid?" Chen Yangzhe stared at the other party.

Director Li just brought a cup of tea and placed it next to Jin Chengzhu, but he couldn't help but pricked up his ears.

Kim Sung-soo knew very well that lying in front of the old chaebol had no meaning, so he answered honestly: "$5.6 billion, the Prime Minister decided to immediately distribute it to enterprises for blood transfusions."

"Although I don't know where that money will be used, at least 1.5 billion US dollars must be given to Shunyang Group for use, right?"
To be continued...