Two years ago, Hong Xiao came to Linjiang City. She was particularly excited to reunite with Yan Fenghuo after a long absence, and there were even tears in her eyes.
But Hong Xiao is no longer the Hong Xiao she was a few years ago. After a series of events, she is no longer the delicate rich girl she used to be, but a particularly sophisticated career-oriented woman.
Public welfare involves many things and many departments. Day by day, bit by bit, Hong Xiao finally matured.
"With my brother's guarantee, there will be no problem. Brother Caizi, how much money do you need to borrow?" Hong Xiao suppressed the excitement of charging and immediately started to deal with Caizi.
She trusts Yan Fenghuo, and as long as Yan Fenghuo asks, she will give the money to her enemies. Because if Yan Fenghuo wanted to get his hands on the money, then the money would have been his. And the talented man is Yan Fenghuo's comrade, and his quality is natural
It won't be much different.
The talented man stretched out five fingers and said: "Five hundred million, US dollars."
"Fifty million US dollars is not a problem. Brother Talent, I want to ask you a question." Hong Xiao's eyes flashed: "Without considering whether you will lose money in business, after you make money, what should you do?
What’s the first thing?”
This question seems easy to answer, but in fact it is not.
But the scholar didn't even hesitate and said: "Give the people at the bottom a chance, a chance to make them rich and win dignity for themselves."
"Why?" Hong Xiao asked.
"It's very simple," the scholar said with a smile, pointing to his disabled right arm: "I am disabled, and to a certain extent I am a weakling. Everyone has self-esteem. If money can help many people maintain their self-esteem, I think
This matter is very meaningful. Of course, I have to finish what I want to do first, and then I can help others without touching their self-esteem."
In just a few days, the talents who returned to normal society were deeply touched. People at the bottom of society have no right to choose at all, they only have the right to be chosen. Not everyone can have a good brother like themselves, not everyone
Individuals can obtain an initial capital of US$500 million just like themselves.
In comparison, he is lucky. If he can really make a lot of money in the end, he will choose to give the people at the bottom a chance, just like others give themselves a chance now.
"Brother Talent, I believe you." Hong Xiao smiled, opened the laptop he carried with him and said, "I will transfer the bank card number to you now. The US$500 million will be transferred to your account in ten installments. This is to avoid
It's unnecessary trouble. Sometimes banks are a headache. I'll give you the first 50 million first, and I'll transfer the second one in another name three days later."
The talent said his bank card number and watched as 50 million US dollars was transferred into his account. Very quickly, the 50 million US dollars appeared in the talent's bank account.
Staring at a string of zeros, the talented man did not widen his eyes, but nodded. He very solemnly asked the waiter for paper and pen, wrote an IOU, and marked it with three points of interest. It was made in duplicate, signed and fingerprinted.
"No interest required, haha." Hong Xiao smiled and shook his head.
"The agreed three-point profit." The scholar said very seriously: "The words in black and white actually mean nothing at all. If I can pay back, I will pay back; if I can't pay back, even having this piece of paper is useless. I just
I think there should be a formality for this kind of thing, after all, you have to take risks."
The scholar's seriousness made Hong Xiao not know what to say. She set her sights on Yan Fenghuo and asked her what her brother meant.
"Haha, I am the middleman, and I will earn three points of profit." Yan Fenghuo said happily: "Three points of profit is quite a lot of money. I have to save it and keep it as a dowry for my sister, haha.
"
Yan Yan pursed her lips and smiled, while Hong Xiao smiled reluctantly. But her forced smile was automatically ignored by Yan Fenghuo, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be together.
Three days later, the second amount of money was transferred into the account, and Caizi had a total of 100 million US dollars in liquidity. If converted into RMB, it would be more than 600 million RMB. After another three days, 50 million US dollars were transferred into the account, and then, a
All the money will be received within a month.
And during this month, Yan Fenghuo was not idle at all. He walked around with Hong Xiao every day, ate delicious food, went shopping, and had a lot of fun. There were several times when Hong Xiao wanted to confess his love again,
But Yan Fenghuo cleverly avoided them all.
As for Yan Yan, she hangs out with Cai Zi every day and becomes his teacher. As for business and finance, Cai Zi is a complete layman and learns from the most basic. They also refuse to go out and walk around if they are tired.
They would recite poems to each other, write calligraphy, and paint traditional Chinese paintings, just to have fun.
A month later, Caizi fully registered a company with a registered capital of five million. The company was named Mobei Lang, and its main business was financial investment and wealth management.
This is the early stage of the company's establishment. Through development, it will expand its business externally.
It was not Cai Zi’s idea that his main business was financial investment and wealth management, but Yan Fenghuo’s idea.
Because a team was recruited by Yan Fenghuo, and they once traveled around the world. In the end, they were hunted down by the Jewish consortium and had to hide in northern Myanmar to seek protection from the fangs of God.
Hand of God is definitely a legendary team that plays with finance. If they want, they can snipe the stock market, futures market, and gold market of any country. They can even snipe a region, including America, Europe, and Southeast Asia.
But one thing is that they can't attack China. Because China's banking system determines that they can't afford it, unless they want to kill the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred to themselves. Rather than offending a potential friend like that, it's better to make a friend.
When the Southeast Asian financial crisis affected Hong Kong, the giants attacking the Southeast Asian financial market immediately withdrew to avoid the storm that was about to involve China.
Everyone believed that Soros had completed the sniper attack and reported it extensively. However, only a few people knew that the entire sniper plan was completely planned and managed by the Hand of God. Soros was only a peripheral member of the Hand of God and could not enter at all.
core.
But Soros betrayed him. The betrayed Soros lived a very good and comfortable life, while the Hand of God fell into disaster and went into hiding for a time.
The world only knows about Soros but not about the Hand of God, let alone the fact that the Hand of God is the real center of the financial storm in the world.
In the office of the general manager of Mobei Lang Financial Investment and Wealth Management Company, Yan Fenghuo was sitting lazily on the sofa, and Caizi was sitting upright on the office chair, staring at a European and American man in his fifties or sixties, but still very strong.
The man's hair is greasy and dirty, his beard is sloppy, and his clothes are even dirtier and sloppier. But no one dares to underestimate this man. He is the core figure of Hand of God. He chooses all sniper battles.
objectives, plan and assign tasks, and send the best evacuation signal.
In a sense, this man is also a sniper. What he is sniping is not a single enemy, but a national finance that is thousands of times more important than a single enemy.
In other words, such a sniper is more valuable than thousands of war snipers, because he can completely collapse a country's economic market overnight.
"Mr. Yan, I have explained my conditions, what do you think?" the man asked Yan Fenghuo.
"Mr. Bill," Yan Fenghuo smiled and said, "I have no way to solve the root cause of the hostility between you and the Jewish consortium, and I can't guarantee that they will stop hunting you. You helped me back then, and I also
I made a promise to you through the fangs, so I will do whatever I can to help you."
"No, what we want is not to do everything possible, but to be absolutely safe." Bill held half a cigar in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath. "To be honest, I'm not afraid of death, but I haven't finished the final work yet."
One blow, so you can’t die.”
"The final blow?" Yan Fenghuo asked with interest.
The talented man sitting in the office chair had no interest in this and started reading with a financial book in his arms.
"Yes, for the final blow, I want the Jewish consortium to know how powerful we are, and I want the entire world's economic system to collapse, and even -" Bill bent down, stared at Yan Fenghuo and spit out two words: "Reorganization!"
When he stared into Yan Fenghuo's eyes, a breathtaking light burst out, making you completely unable to realize that he was an old man who was half a hundred years old. Because the other person's eyes were so sharp, so sharp that Yan Fenghuo felt there was something wrong with him.
An extremely strong sense of pressure.
This is definitely not pressure caused by a threat to life, but mental, pure mental pressure.
But at the moment when the light spurted out, Bill's eyes returned to peace, and even his eyes were full of turbidity. It was as if the light just now was not from him at all, but from the god attached to him.
This is a look that even the best snipers cannot have, a perfect alternation of sharpness and peace. If you want to attack, you can attack, and if you want to defend, you can defend.
"Talented man, don't read that shabby book." Yan Fenghuo stared at Bill and said to the talented man.
It is indeed a shabby book. The core figure of the Hand of God at the top of the world is sitting here. That kind of financial book can only be regarded as a shabby book and is worthless.
"The Jewish consortium wants to kill me and has issued a wanted order around the world, but I am still alive. Do you know why?" Yan Fenghuo said in a deep voice.
"The loopholes." Bill took out a puff of his cigar and said, "Just like when we attack a country's finances, we always start from the loopholes."
"A loophole? When you face a gathering of professional killers, when you face the world's toughest mercenaries, as well as troops and missiles, do you think there is a loophole that you can exploit?"
Bill smiled and said: "War is your field, and financial sniper warfare is my field. I can create loopholes without loopholes, and I believe you can too."
"No one will die in a financial sniper war. People will die at any time in a war. No soldier can guarantee that he will survive until the end." Yan Fenghuo tapped the table lightly and said in a deep voice: "The reason why I can survive until now is not because I found
I have a vulnerability, but someone gave it to me. The person who gave me the vulnerability can also give it to you."
"Who?" Bill asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Chinese think tank!"
The cigar in Bill's mouth fell on the table, his face full of disbelief.