Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

"no……"

Zhou Xiaobai's voice lowered even further, tinged with a hint of shyness and barely suppressed joy.

"My period is more than half a month late, and it hasn't come yet. I had a check-up at the hospital today, and it seems... it seems I'm pregnant."

"Really?!"

Zhong Yuemin sat up abruptly, his voice filled with surprise and disbelief. He carefully reached out and gently placed his hand on his wife's still flat and smooth abdomen, his movements tender as if afraid of disturbing anything, his tone full of emotion:

"It's really not easy... but it's finally back. It seems that all my hard work has paid off."

"You call that 'hard work'?"

Zhou Xiaobai blushed and scolded him playfully.

"I think you... are just looking out for your own comfort!"

"you're uncomfortable?"

Zhong Yuemin leaned close to her ear and asked in a wicked smile.

"Go away, I'm not talking to you about this!"

Zhou Xiaobai buried her face in her man's chest, blushing, and gently pushed him away.

"From now on... don't do anything reckless, you have to be careful."

"I know, I know!"

Zhong Yuemin quickly assured him, and then made another suggestion.

"How about... you don't go back to work at the hospital for now? You can rest at home and recover. Or we could hire a caregiver to take care of you."

"This is nothing, it's still a long way off!"

Zhou Xiaobai shook his head.

“I can’t stand being stuck at home for half a year. I’ll get sick from it. Let’s talk about it when work becomes really inconvenient or when I’m about to give birth.”

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The next morning, Zhong Yuemin arrived at Vice Minister Wang's office at the Ministry of Commerce as scheduled.

"Yuemin is here! Come in, come in, have a seat!"

When Vice Minister Wang saw him, he stood up to greet him warmly.

"Come, come, sit down first, let me pour you a cup of tea."

"Lord Wang, this is unacceptable, this is unacceptable!"

Zhong Yuemin dared not let such a high-ranking leader pour him tea, so he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the thermos,

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" He first refilled Vice Minister Wang's teacup with water, then poured himself a cup, sat down on the sofa opposite the desk, and straightened his back.

Vice Minister Wang took a sip of tea, and seeing his upright posture, couldn't help but smile:

"What's wrong? Do you think this place is a den of thieves? Why are you so reserved? Relax! Your father and I are old acquaintances. In terms of seniority, you should call me Uncle Wang. That's not beneath you, is it?"

"Not bad, not bad!" Zhong Yuemin smiled and relaxed his posture a little.

Vice Minister Wang put down his teacup, his expression turning serious:

"It's not easy to see you, kid. I postponed several meetings this morning just to wait for you to come. You know what I mainly want to talk about, right?"

Zhong Yuemin nodded: "I know, Uncle Wang."

"Then let's get straight to the point and skip the small talk."

Vice Minister Wang leaned forward slightly.

Regarding investments in the "small daily life" market, what's your current view...? Continue to follow up?

"with!"

Zhong Yuemin spoke without hesitation, his tone resolute.

"If possible, we should not only follow suit, but also increase our buying efforts!"

Vice Minister Wang pondered for a moment and then said:

"The market there is indeed extremely hot right now. Housing, stocks, futures, gold... almost all asset prices are rising steadily."

Foreign investors, whether retail investors or financial giants and conglomerates, flocked in like sharks smelling blood, making the market boom—that's a fact, but…

He paused, frowning slightly.

"I always feel there's something 'floating' about this, too enthusiastic, a bit unsettling, which makes me a little worried. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin secretly praised him:

As a high-ranking leader in charge of the nation's economic lifeline, he has a keen eye and has already sensed something unusual in this "prosperity."

"Uncle Wang, your concerns are very valid and insightful."

Zhong Yuemin said solemnly,

"Right now, capital is flocking to the small-cap market, and the vast majority of them are indeed financial speculators with a speculative mentality. They are heading straight for this seemingly incredibly delicious piece of cake."

However, it's too early to talk about 'withdrawing' now. The Plaza Accord was only signed a few months ago, and the current trend of yen appreciation is at most like the rising sun just beginning to peek out. A true 'collapse' or 'ebb tide' is still a long way off.

He continued his analysis:

"The essence of capital is greed. These financial speculators have just tasted a little sweetness and will never leave the market easily until they are stuffed. This is the same principle as human nature. To put it bluntly, it is like gambling. When you win, you want to win more. When you lose, you are unwilling to accept it and always think about increasing your bet to win back your losses."

Vice Minister Wang nodded slightly in agreement.

"However, this is only one aspect."

Zhong Yuemin abruptly changed the subject, his eyes sharpening.

"Actually, there is an even more fundamental and important factor that is driving and sustaining this carnival."

"Oh? What is it?" Vice Minister Wang asked with interest.

"Wang Bo,"

Zhong Yuemin leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "This 'Plaza Accord' was forced upon several major economies in the world by the United States. Its core purpose was to make currencies like the Japanese yen and the German mark appreciate."

At first glance, currency appreciation seems like a good thing, as it means the country will be richer.

But would Americans really be that 'kind'?

This is clearly a trap set for ordinary people, watching them jump in and then having to bury themselves in it. There's a sinister motive hidden here!

He further elaborated:

"We've always been America's little brother, always at their beck and call. But in the last ten or twenty years, it's undeniable that they've developed really well. Their total economic output is now second only to America."

Moreover, if this trend continues, it might very well surpass this 'big brother' one day.

Do you think the US would allow this to happen? They're used to being the boss, acting arrogantly and domineeringly; would they tolerate a bigger "big brother" suddenly appearing above them?

Vice Minister Wang listened and nodded slowly. Yuemin's words were straightforward, even a bit rough, but the reasoning behind them was sound.

A hit!

He pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"You mean... the US is pushing for the yen's appreciation, seemingly an economic measure, but actually a form of 'killing with kindness'? Using financial means to bleed this 'little brother' who might threaten its position in advance... planting the seeds of future collapse?"

"Correct!"

Zhong Yuemin affirmed,

"That's exactly what I mean. Behind this frenzy, there's the shadow of the Americans 'enjoying it' and even secretly fueling it.'"

What they want is for the asset bubble to inflate big enough so that the economy looks 'prosperous' enough, and then... a more 'exciting' drama will unfold.

What we need to do now is to seize a substantial share of this feast dominated by the Americans, before the bubble reaches its breaking point, and by the time they start dismantling the operation themselves, we'll have already safely withdrawn with our profits.