The news that Jin Qingtian was going to hold a press conference spread throughout the world in the shortest possible time.
Today, Jin Qingtian Investment has become the new darling of major financial media around the world, especially since everyone knows that what Jin Qingtian Investment is doing now is to overturn the stock market of the United States, the world's strongest financial country.
Not to mention the media in other places and countries, even the local media in the United States are extremely excited.
The direct result was that Asami City Airport, as a small airport, was fully booked with all flights coming from abroad, and many reporters had to rely on their connections to find scalpers to buy high-priced tickets.
Many smarter media outlets directly transferred to the Shanghai stock market or other places to come here.
In short, after Jin Qingtian Investment announced the press conference, the number of foreign faces in Asami City suddenly increased.
Not only that, there are countless pairs of eyes around the world watching this upcoming press conference.
In order to maintain order, especially with the arrival of so many foreign media reporters, this group of people is not easy to serve, so the Asami City Government, under the order of the provincial government, sent a large number of forces to protect the surrounding security and order.
Even on the day of the press conference, traffic control had to impose traffic control on four nearby streets due to excessive traffic volume.
"This should be the first time in China that security and traffic control have been implemented because of a press conference held by a private company."
In the central building next to the river in the south of Qianhai, Mai Ruibao turned to Su Wanqing, who was drinking coffee from a hot coffee cup and smiled.
Su Wanqing nodded, with a smile on her face, but her tone was not relaxed and she said: "Indeed, but it may not be a good thing."
Mai Ruibao asked doubtfully: "Su, isn't it a good thing that our company has attracted so many people's attention?"
Su Wanqing shook her head and said: "Mai Ruibao, you are not a Chinese after all, so it is difficult for you to understand the reason why a big tree attracts wind."
"Jin Qingtian's momentum is too strong, and what he is doing is so dangerous. It is like a car speeding on the highway. Every time it drives one meter, the road behind it will collapse into a cliff, so it cannot stop.
If it stops, it will be shattered into pieces.”
"But if it continues to move forward like this, I'm worried that sooner or later it will hit a mountain wall, or a big curve. At such a fast speed, it will overturn and cause death."
Su Wanqing's words made Mai Ruibao laugh.
"Su, I understand your worries, but you have to know that Li has wanted to build a large multinational consortium from the beginning, and unless the troubled times are over and everything is left to be revitalized, it will be difficult for such a large consortium to appear in such a peaceful and prosperous age.
Already."
"It requires the efforts of at least two or even three generations to have even a sliver of hope."
"But it took Li only two years to reach this point. From the day it was born, Jin Qing was destined to be no ordinary company, let alone follow a step-by-step approach."
"If he wants to accomplish what others have accumulated over decades in the shortest time, Li can only do this, and he must do this, because it involves the interests of too many people now, and many people want Jin Qing to fly higher.
, there are also many people who hope that Jin Qing will be completely destroyed."
Su Wanqing pursed her lips, then smiled and said: "The press conference should start soon. If we don't go there, let's just watch the live broadcast."
At this moment, there are still a few minutes before the start of the press conference. Not only the senior executives of Jinqing Company, but also countless pairs of eyes are watching the press conference that is about to begin.
Yanjing, in a large courtyard.
A parrot chirped in the birdcage, and a young man in a wheelchair was teasing the bird with bird food in his hand.
Zhao Wanjun curled up lazily on the recliner next to her. An upcoming press conference was displayed on the TV screen in the room.
However, the press conference has not officially started yet. There are only staff making preparations and some reporters carrying cameras and microphones looking for positions. There is no one on the podium.
She glanced sideways at the young man in the wheelchair and said unhappily: "Can you strangle that bird of yours? It's so noisy."
The young man ignored her and tapped the parrot's head with his finger. The parrot immediately stopped squawking and jumped into the young man's hand to eat.
"Li Jin caused a big mess in Neon. Where has he gone now?" the young man asked casually.
"Columns."
Zhao Wanjun yawned and said with disdain: "These neon people are really shameless. They used the power of agents to deal with an ordinary businessman. The funniest thing is that they failed. I don't know if they feel like they are now."
The spirit of Bushido has become a child's trick with a water gun."
The young man said flatly: "Those are just peripheral little fish. The real intelligence department is very troublesome to do things. When the supreme leader at that time was unable to maintain normal consciousness, no one could command them."
"What's more, the top management of Neon are not fools. Everyone knows that a storm at the highest level in the political arena is about to begin. Li Jin is just a bargaining chip for them to use."
"Lift the cover of this storm, and then they can benefit from it, so dealing with Li Jin? That's just dealing with the people and the idiots below."
Zhao Wanjun said unconvinced: "The chess piece used? Are you jealous? What chess piece have you seen that can wipe out the trillions of dollars in losses on Neon in one fell swoop?"
The economic losses caused by the collapse of the Suncoin foreign exchange to Neon are conservatively estimated to be at least US$900 billion. Even for Neon, it has lost a layer of skin.
"The people who pay for this loss are all the Neon citizens, the Neon official agency, not their group of politicians. What does it have to do with them?"
The young man smiled and said meaningfully: "There is a reason why Sanjing did not take action, because in the eyes of Sanjing, both the original Quantum Fund and the current Jin Qingtian Investment are just small things.
Making trouble won't hurt their interests much."
"What they want to plot is Neon's domestic resources after this turmoil. So do you think Li Jin is their pawn?"
Zhao Wanjun snorted and said: "Even if this is the case, it's just for everyone to use each other. You just sit in a wheelchair and beep. Others are good at it. You are great. Why don't you see that you are great? Go and scrape off a layer of Neon's skin."
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"Should I go?" the young man said happily, "I would like to go, but unfortunately too many people won't let me go."
At this moment, on the TV screen, two people walked up to the podium.
They are Jack Chen and Wei Yan respectively.
Seeing that Li Jin did not show up, the young man shook his head and steered the wheelchair towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Zhao Wanjun asked hurriedly.
"Feed the fish."
"Don't look at it? It's already started."
"If Li Jin doesn't show up, there will be nothing interesting to see."