At this time, Murayama Daye suddenly put down his hands. Seeing Yamazaki approaching again, he quickly shouted: "No, don't come over. If you come over again, I will jump!"
Seeing that Murayama Daye was in an extremely desperate mental state, Yamazaki quickly stood on the spot, but when he saw Murayama Daye, he unconsciously stepped back.
Yamazaki's heart was in his throat, and he immediately shouted: "Daye Murayama, don't do anything stupid, I won't come over, don't retreat anymore!"
Murayama Daiye seemed not to have heard Yamazaki's words. He backed away slowly and said desperately: "Japan is finished. We shouldn't mess with the Chinese dragon. Tell Prime Minister Takeda that our decision is wrong.
The mysterious China and Japan cannot be shaken, Yamazaki-kun, please take care of yourself!"
"No..." Seeing Murayama Daye finish speaking, he jumped backwards from the rooftop. Yamazaki shouted and rushed forward.
Everything was over. When Yamazaki climbed on the edge of the rooftop to look down, Murayama Daye had been smashed on a car and turned into a bloody corpse with blood and water splashing everywhere.
Yamazaki lay on the ground for a while, then stood up with a gloomy expression. At the same time, he saw a newspaper on the ground and picked it up.
It turned out that it was a photo of a meeting between Murayama Daye and Japanese financial groups. The content was a mobilization order to increase foreign exchange trading, expand Japan's economic space, and arrange for all financial groups to enter the financial market.
Only now did Yamazaki know that the Japanese authorities must have seen the trend in the foreign exchange market. The yen had been falling, so by selling the yen and buying US dollars, they would definitely be able to make a huge profit within a few days.
When the yen strengthens, you can exchange your yen for US dollars and make another profit. However, the strength of the yen comes so fast that no one is prepared.
I just arranged it yesterday. As soon as this morning started, the Japanese yen started to strengthen, as if it had been rubbed with Indian magic oil.
This almost bankrupted the Japanese conglomerates that had just bought large amounts of U.S. dollars.
Especially those Japanese consortiums that participated in the economic war. If they want to make money, they must convert their U.S. dollars into Japanese yen. When the ratio of Japanese yen to U.S. dollar changes from 123 to 74, almost no one will go bankrupt.
No wonder Yamazaki said this and chose such extreme behavior, because his wrong judgment caused Japan to suffer an unprecedented economic storm!
While Yamazaki was still thinking, someone had already tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he found that the policeman had stood behind him and said at the same time: "Officer, I..."
"Nothing, you've done a good job! Do you know how to contact his relatives?" the policeman asked.
"I know, he is the Foreign Minister of the Ministry of Economy. Someone from the cabinet will come to deal with this matter later!" Yamazaki said feebly.
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"Haha, Lao Gu, what I said is right, I guarantee you will make money this time!" Ren Xiaoyao smiled and clinked glasses with Gu Zhengbin, who was also smiling brightly. After drinking up the top-quality wine in the glass, he
Then he said, "Lao Gu, we really enjoyed our cooperation this time. We not only made money but also contributed to the nation. I really appreciate you and your partners."
"Haha, Mr. Long, you are really good at joking. This is just your obligation as a Chinese. If you have such an opportunity again, you must call me!" Gu Zhengbin said in a very comfortable mood after making a lot of money.
After patting Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, he asked in a low voice: "Mr. Long, when will we stop? It should be done in moderation!"
"Lao Gu, don't worry about this. With me here, are you still worried that something will happen?" Ren Xiaoyao laughed strangely.
Then he put his mouth to Gu Zhengbin's ear and whispered: "If we want to do it this time, we have to do something big. We will not leave until we make enough money. Don't worry, I have arranged everything. There will be no problem."
.We are all in the same boat, do you think I will do business at a loss?"
At this time, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Ruofeng walked in enthusiastically, raising the newspaper in his hand and saying: "Husband, Mr. Gu, come and read the latest Japanese newspaper!"
"Oh, how did you get these newspapers?" Ren Xiaoyao took the newspaper in surprise, glanced at it and handed it to Gu Zhengbin next to him. He had already read the above content on the Internet, which spreads faster.
"I just asked someone to find it from the nearest flight from Japan. How about..." Zhou Ruodao.
Gu Zhengbin glanced at it for a while. Although his Japanese was not very good, he still understood the meaning. He sighed and said: "Hey, it is such a fragile nation. Starting from the Foreign Minister of the Ministry of Economy, there have been more than 150
Eighteen people committed suicide, and no less than a thousand people went crazy. This is a fragile nation..."
It was unclear whether Gu Zhengbin was happy or had any other emotions, but Ren Xiaoyao immediately put his hand on Gu Zhengbin's shoulder and said: "Haha, Mr. Gu, aren't you happy? No matter what he does, we have money to make, right?
Are you okay? Besides, they are a nation that should not exist."
Gu Zhengbin glanced at Ren Xiaoyao in surprise. Thinking that everyone was a businessman, and of course the most important thing was making money, he nodded happily. He was indeed very happy.
"Okay, wife, you can ask for food to be served outside. After making so much money, we have to have a good meal, otherwise we will be sorry for ourselves!" Ren Xiaoyao said with excitement, and helped Gu Zhengbin with a bottle of wine.
A full glass was poured.
Zhou Ruo smiled and walked out. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all because they were rewarding themselves with the blood of Japanese people who were forced to commit suicide tonight.
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"Prime Minister, you should rest!" Oshima Huanshu said this for the third time.
Seeing Prime Minister Keika Takeda pacing back and forth in front of him, and grabbing his already messy hair with his hands from time to time, Oshima Haki felt even more anxious.
"Sleep, sleep! You all know how to sleep, don't you know anything else?" Takeda Keika was almost roaring as he spoke to Oshima Huanju. It was obvious that he was going crazy with anxiety.
Oshima Kanaki did not refute. As the Prime Minister's secretary, it was normal for him to be scolded.
Anyway, I'm used to it, and now is a special period. It's not a big deal if I get scolded a few times.
Takeda Keika walked around the room for another ten minutes, but in his opinion, at least two hours had passed.
Takeda Keika raised his head, looked at his loyal secretary with bloodshot eyes, and asked: "Why haven't Prime Minister Miura and Minister Tojo come yet?"