Reborn Financial Overlord

A sense of detachment from God arises spontaneously.

Thinking of himself being admired and feared by countless people under the continuous flashing lights, George Soros smiled a little fascinated.

However, in front of Stanley Druckenmiller, he didn't want to be too excited and excited.

"Stanley, calm down, this is just an appetizer, you don't need to make a fuss. It's getting late now, we need to take a good rest to meet tomorrow's work."

"Oh. Jesus, it's ten o'clock. I've got to go back then. See you tomorrow, George."

"See you tomorrow."

Stanley Druckenmiller was excited to leave, and it was foreseeable that their bed would be at risk of shattering tonight.

George Soros stayed alone in the office and took out a bottle of red wine to taste. As long as this time goes well, then he, George Soros, will become the god of war in the entire financial field. The pawns voluntarily waved their flags and shouted to charge into battle.

Fame and fortune!

Fame and fortune have never been separated.

And people are always cheap.

As long as the brand effect is good enough, that kind of aura can make people willing to risk all their wealth, even cutting off their body organs and selling them for money.The star effect is even worse, there are always countless brain-dead people who are willing to empty all their savings, and even embark on illegal and criminal ways to seek wealth and pursue that kind of aura.

This is the power of name.

George Soros was deeply fascinated by an irresistible excitement when he thought that he might bankrupt a certain company with just one word, or even depreciate a certain country's currency by saying that the currency of a certain country would depreciate.

He will be like an omnipotent god, deciding the lives of thousands of people, including the destiny of the country.

That night, the drunk Soros slept very soundly.

The gap between people is always compared.

George Soros slept soundly, and Norman Lamont didn't sleep well all night.

Schlesinger's opinion also has an oriental face like a succubus, which always wakes him up from a dream. More than once, he has considered whether to suggest to his boss Major that he should directly withdraw from the exchange rate mechanism.

But in the end, he dismissed the idea.

Joining the European Community was promoted by Major. He was able to take the position of Chancellor of the Exchequer because he supported Major to join the European Community. If he proposes now, he will definitely be kicked by Major.

The sky was gray and bright, and Lamont didn't have time to think too much, so he simply washed up and walked out of the mansion.

The driver of the special car had been waiting for a long time, but the driver could tell that the boss's expression was not very good, he didn't even dare to say hello and started the car silently.

Before long, the financial building appeared in front of us.

A group of people stood at the entrance of the building with long guns and short cannons in their hands. They were all reporters who did not know where they got the news, and they were going to block Lamont here for an interview.

If it was normal, Lamont liked these reporters very much. Under the flash and camera, he had an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

But lately...he's hated these damn whores.

If possible, he would really like to have these journalists packed into rockets that are launched into space.

The guys who can be reporters all have sharp eyes. As Lamont's car stopped near the door, someone shouted, picked up the guy who was eating, and rushed over.

Norman Lamont, who had just got out of the car, was immediately surrounded by people, and even bumped his head on the car door because of the crowd.

"Honor Lamont. Deutsche Bank President Helmut Schlesinger in an interview with the Wall Street Journal and Handelsblatt. The central banker believes that a broad adjustment to European currencies would be more negative than the lira and peseta. Adjust individually, what do you think about this?"

Come, come, come, let me see if your panda has milk.

The sharp topic made Norman Lamont angry and uneasy, and he really wanted to kill the reporter who raised this question.

"Mr. Lamont. I'm Lisa, a reporter from Bloomberg. Some analysts believe that President Schlesinger's speech is calling for the devaluation of the pound. I don't know how the British side is going to respond."

"Honor Lamont. Pound Brooke, a Labor member economist and former senior official of the Bank of England, believes that it is meaningless for the pound to stay in the European exchange rate system, which will only make the current economy worse. How is the Treasury different from this? the opinion of."

"..."

The continuous questioning and questioning made the muscles on Norman Lamont's face twitch, and he felt a kind of helpless dilemma.

I am afraid that no matter how hard it tries, the UK will be forced to withdraw from the European Exchange Rate Mechanism.

But such words must never be uttered, otherwise, if he utters them, he will definitely bear the anger of the people, and all the spearheads will be pointed at him.

"You, you, and you. Do you know what you're doing? You bastards, I really want to kick your ass. I can tell you for sure that the pound will never depreciate, and there is no expectation of devaluation, Any other with malicious intentions will be smashed under sheer strength. The Bank of England has the ability to beat any speculator who wants to devalue the pound."

"..."

Norman Lamont is worthy of being a politician who can serve as the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Although he was flustered, his facial expressions and eyes fully expressed affirmation and confidence.

If it wasn't for his eyes blinking several times in anger.

Fortunately, no one chased him because of this. With the arrival of security personnel, the reporter who looked like a robber was blocked outside the human wall.

"Damn reporters, they must be lackeys bought by those bastards."

Standing in the special elevator, Lamont cursed fiercely, and the reporter kept asking him all kinds of tricks, which made him instinctively feel that something was wrong.

Fortunately, arrangements have been made before, even if someone uses it to top the tank in the future, the money earned will be enough for him to enjoy for the rest of his life.

"This guy Schlesinger has pushed us to a very dangerous place."

"I fear that as soon as the Asian markets open, there will be a sell-off by traders and holders of sterling assets."

"In addition to raising interest rates, I suggest that you borrow money from the IMF as soon as possible."

"There is also Hong Kong. I believe that the foreign exchange reserves of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority can help us withstand the selling pressure from the Asian market."

"However, if Hong Kong's foreign exchange reserves are consumed in a huge amount, it may cause serious damage to the Hong Kong dollar and even the Hong Kong economy."

"What does that have to do with us?"

Chapter 95 Taxes and Taxes

In the huge conference room, Lamont's consultants had a fierce quarrel with executives at all levels.

Although Hong Kong has huge foreign exchange reserves, these funds are all reserves paid by the three major note-issuing banks. It is also because the Hong Kong dollar has the nature of a US dollar token, and the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar has been very stable over the past decade.

Once these foreign currencies are used, it will be a disaster if there are not enough US dollars to pay when Hong Kong dollars need to be redeemed.A bank run is a minor problem. If it is serious, it will even cause the entire financial system of Hong Kong to collapse, causing incalculable consequences.

But as a consultant said, what does the collapse of Hong Kong have to do with Britain?

Lamont raised his eyebrows, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"I agree with Mr. Hans. It would be a lot easier for us if we had Hong Kong to share the pressure of the Asian market."

"..."

"Any other opinions? If not, the meeting will be adjourned."

"..."

Hong Kong, Yau Ma Tei.

Police cars with flashing lights surrounded the Yau Ma Tei fruit farm.

Hundreds of uniformed policemen were holding riot shields and batons. The workers and security guards confronted each other aggressively and fiercely.

In the front row, a senior inspector was standing in the center, holding a gun and smoking a cigarette. He looked unrestrained and calm, and seemed to be completely unaware of being surrounded by a crowd. Opposite him, a tattooed man with white hair The young man was arrogant and domineering, squinting his eyes, his face was full of madness and bloodthirsty.

"Bai Mao. Why, Peng San didn't dare to come out by himself. Why is he the boss? Feelings, do you want to take the lead?"

"Officer Chen. I don't understand what you mean. Everyone in Hong Kong knows that we, Yunji, don't do illegal things. We, Mr. Peng, are also a famous philanthropist and aspiring young man. What do you mean by being a big boss? Want to go to us Put a blame on your head?"

"Hey, Baimao. You don't think that you are a successful person if you wear a suit, right? I received news that you, Yunji, are using fruits as a cover to smuggle and sell drugs. If you block my way now, you are hindering my execution." On official business, I have the right to arrest you."

smuggling!

Drug trafficking!

The two trumped-up charges gave Bai Mao the urge to kill someone.

As the number two person in Yunji under Peng San, he knew very well that there was no drug smuggling in Yunji, and anyone who dared to sell ecstasy in Yunji's territory would be served by the family law.

In the past two years alone, because of drug trafficking and prostitution, at least sixteen elders have been executed by the family law. Who would dare to give up their lives for that little money.

But now, the police came to the door in a grand manner, wanting to search Yunji for the reason of smuggling and drug trafficking, and a fool would understand what they were beating.

This is framing and framing.

If it was really drug trafficking, then Cha would go to the entertainment hall managed by Yunji to investigate, and only came here if he was mentally ill.

Such a big fanfare to mobilize hundreds of policemen to come to the fruit stall, it is clear that they are looking for trouble, if they go in and search, they will definitely find everything.

Seeing Chen Jiaying's unscrupulous appearance, Bai Mao's eyes narrowed severely.

If we kill this guy now, won't we save a lot of trouble?

"Bai Mao, let's open the door for business. What are you doing in the way? Mr. Chen wants to talk business with me, so let him in."

Peng San's voice suddenly came down from the second floor, Chen Jiaying glanced at Bai Mao sarcastically, feeling a little regretful.

If Bai Mao dared to do something just now, it would have saved a lot of effort, what a pity!This Peng San was able to integrate eighteen large and small associations into a monolithic one in two years.

Wooden thresholds, wooden buildings, wooden doors and windows, and wooden stairs.

Stepping on the stairs made of pear wood, Chen Jiaying walked up to the second floor of Yunji step by step with her hands behind her back.

The hall on the second floor of more than 200 square meters was transformed into a tea restaurant at some point. Peng San, dressed in practice clothes, was sitting on a huanghuali chair on the side of the living room, playing with the purple sand pot in his hand.His face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any restlessness or anger in his expression, as if he didn't know that the downstairs was surrounded by the Hong Kong Royal Police, and he didn't seem to hear the hustle and bustle downstairs.

This made Chen Jiaying very upset.

Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials. No matter how many titles Peng San has on his head, he is just a bastard. He is a dignified senior superintendent of the Operations Department, and Peng San does not even look at him. he.

However, Chen Jiaying is a senior police superintendent after all, so he still has the bearing he should have. After all, he is in need of others this trip.

Walking up to Peng San step by step, Chen Jiaying calmly took a breath, and showed a polite smile towards Peng San.

"Mr. Peng. It's so elegant. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the fragrance of your tea."

Peng San slightly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face just right, and his white teeth gleamed under his slightly dark complexion.

"Chen sir. You came to see me Peng San with such great fanfare, you definitely didn't want to drink tea."

For no reason, Chen Jiaying's heart skipped a beat. The grinning Peng San's black eyes looked like the pupils of a beast.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Jiaying felt that her thoughts were a bit ridiculous. After all, this is the territory of the UK. How arrogant Lai Hao was back then, half of the detectives in the police station had to ask him to call him Brother Hao, but he still had to go to jail.

If Peng San doesn't know how to praise, then send him to prison to enjoy his life.

Thinking of being a royal policeman and having the British as his backing, Chen Jiaying suddenly became courageous and burst out laughing loudly.

"Mr. Peng is quick to talk, so Chen won't go around in circles. There are many businesses at the [-]th stall of Yunji, but recently the tax bureau has complained that you haven't paid taxes for a year in a row. Come up and ask."

tax!

Peng San couldn't help laughing. Before Chen Jiaying came up, he was wondering what this guy wanted to do by bringing hundreds of people here with great fanfare, but he really didn't expect that it was for taxes.

Tax, what a tax!

Peng San smiled slightly, picked up the purple sand pot and refilled a cup of tea for himself, and began to taste it slowly.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

Five minutes later, Chen Jiaying's face turned cold. He couldn't believe that Peng San didn't understand what he meant, but Peng San actually regarded him as air.

Tolerable or unbearable.

"Mr. Peng, paying taxes is the obligation of every Hong Kong resident and company. If you continue to default, I have the right to arrest you according to Hong Kong law."

"Chen sir, I'm really sorry that you didn't leave. I'll pretend you're gone."

"you......"

Being treated as air, Chen Jiaying's face turned livid and wanted to scold her.

But Peng San didn't give him this chance, he raised his head and shouted not far away.

"Amei, come here. Sir Chen came here to urge the tax payment instead of the tax department, but I don't remember you saying that we have filed all the taxes?"

Ah Mui had no idea what this so-called tax was, and there was a look of panic and nervousness on her face.

"Mr. Peng. I really reported it. This is our tax bill. This month, Yunji Fruit Store paid 80 Hong Kong dollars in taxes, and Yunji Entertainment head office paid 120 million Hong Kong dollars in taxes... ...."

"Yunji Security Company paid a tax of 30 Hong Kong dollars..."

"Here's the bill!"