When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Yanjing, Joint Operations Command Center of the General Staff.

In the huge command center, the front row of seats had been removed and replaced with a sand table, a 3D sand table of America.

Beside the huge sand table, He Qingyang's men held their chins, staring at the sand table, and looking at the small red flags stuck on the sand table in silence.

At this moment, the communicator next to him turned around and shouted to the people next to the sand table:

"Just confirmed news, a fire broke out in Waltham, Boston, Massachusetts, and it has already burned out."

"hiss--"

There was a sound of people sucking in their breaths, and then Lin Yu in the crowd picked up a small red flag, walked to the east side of the sand table, and found Waltham on the west side of Boston.

He turned around and stared at the communicator for a while. The communicator understood and nodded heavily. Then he turned around and opened the video he had found on the computer screen.

The video he opened on his computer was also synchronized to the large central screen of the Joint Operations Command Center.

The screen lit up, and all I could see was a sea of ​​red and orange.

It is not the orange-red reflected by the sun, but the orange-red when the flame burns.

The crackling sound of burning trees, the whistling sound of the wind, and the shouting and crying of the crowd all came together at this moment, creating a picture that looked like hell.

The video is very short, only about 30 seconds.

After the video was over, Lin Yu inserted the red flag into the corresponding position, turned around, and looked at his teacher:

"What are the Americans doing?"

He Qingyang was holding his chin, thinking about a problem. When he heard his student's question, he raised his head and rolled his eyes:

"I wanted to ask you this question."

"I originally thought that America was using the Los Angeles fire incident to attract the world's attention, and then quietly mobilized troops to prepare for a big one."

"But I never expected that America would burn so badly."

"There is too little information right now for me to accurately judge their thoughts."

He moved his eyes away from Lin Yu and moved them to the sand table in front of him. The giant sand table, which was 10 meters long and 8 meters wide, was filled with small red flags.

Looking down from a high place, the America 3D sandbox filled with red flags looks like a person's back is allergic to something he ate, with red spots everywhere.

That doesn't quite make sense.

Patting his head, He Qingyang turned around and looked at the communicator:

"Are there any movements in Europe, the Middle East, or Russia?"

The correspondent switched the computer screen and opened several documents on the computer:

"There has not been much movement from the Russian side. They just sent over a piece of intelligence according to the previously signed agreement, saying that they are preparing to test-fire a batch of hypersonic missiles in the Far East."

"The launch site is in Komsomolsk-on-Amur in the Far East, and the target location is in the Arctic."

"He also said that our radar might pick it up, so we shouldn't be too nervous."

“There’s been no movement from Europe.”

"As for the Middle East, all countries are quite quiet, but there is a sense of impending storm."

These few words made He Qingyang's eyes scan back and forth between the sand table and the big screen.

After a long while, he gently waved to the people standing next to the sofa:

"Forget it. If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. Everyone go back and rest early."

“Keep your spirits up and be ready to cope with changes at any time.”

Lin Yu had just started to move, but before she could even take a step, He Qingyang grabbed her:

"You stay with me."

After everyone else left, He Qingyang pulled Lin Yu to the corner, leaned against the wall, and pointed his chin at Lin Yu's trouser pocket:

"Call your informants in America and ask them if anything special has happened in America recently."

Hearing this, Lin Yu sighed, took out his cell phone, huddled in a corner and started making a call.

His finger slid across the phone screen for a long time, passing over Hanks and Dana several times, and finally, he pressed his finger on Franklin.

Just one click and the phone goes into dialing mode.

Franklin was a real estate businessman, and he was definitely responsible for the communities and houses that caught fire this time.

Franklin would definitely be anxious if the things in his hand were burned, and he would definitely look for relevant information.

Get the information out of this guy, then ask Dana and Hanks, and you can verify it both ways.

It is 10 o'clock in the evening in Yanjing time, which should be 9 o'clock in the morning in Washington, America, but it is not clear where Franklin is.

The phone rang for a while, and then someone answered it. Then Franklin's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Lin, long time no see. I wonder what's the matter with your call this time?"

"Nothing." Listening to the phone, Lin Yu started to lie casually:

"I have a friend who, with the help of another friend of his, invested in some real estate in America."

"I heard that America was on fire all over during this day."

“My friend asked his friend, and his friend said the community over there was not burned.”

"In addition to this incident, I have a supplier of building materials under me. His main product is insulation boards. Some time ago, he and America sent a shipload of goods. Then during the daytime, the consignee from America called us and complained that his insulation boards would be ignited by flames."

"No, I'm afraid of being sued, so I want to ask you how you usually solve it."

Franklin did not have too much doubt about Lin Yu's behavior of making friends out of nothing. He directly believed Lin Yu's words, organized his words a little, and explained:

"Then maybe Mr. Lin needs to tell your friend that his investment may have gone down the drain."

"According to the intelligence gathered by my people, all the fires are in the hottest communities in the local city."

“The fact that your friend was able to be invited to invest here shows that the communities chosen by your friend’s friends are more worthy of investment.”

"Unfortunately, it's probably been burned."

At this moment, the only sound on the phone was heavy breathing.

After the breathing sound, Franklin boldly asked Lin Yu:

"Mr. Lin, considering that you asked me to run away early two days ago, will that thing happen early?"

On the other side of the phone, hearing the voice coming from the receiver, Lin Yu quickly reached out to cover the microphone, turned around with embarrassment on his face, and smiled awkwardly at He Qingyang.

He didn't say anything, just stared with a pair of pitiful eyes and begged for mercy.

He Qingyang narrowed his eyes, his intuition telling him that those few sentences just now contained a lot of information.

What's going to happen early?

What's up?

What role does Lin Yu play in this?

Several questions flashed through his mind, followed by his personal intuition, which told him that Lin Yu played a dominant role in what the two people were talking about.

He exhaled lightly, tapped Lin Yu with his right index finger, and then tapped the phone.

The meaning is very clear, answer the phone first and talk about what comes later.

After receiving clear instructions from his teacher, Lin Yu put the microphone of his mobile phone to his mouth and asked:

"Why do you think that happened earlier?"

The next moment, Franklin's firm voice came:

"Because the owners of these burned houses will need to bear loans, property taxes, and various other taxes every year in the future. In addition, they also need to repay their tuition fees."

"Working in America requires a fixed residence. Their residence was burned down, so they naturally couldn't continue to work."

"If they can't work, they have no source of income. Without a source of income, they can't pay the monthly property taxes, medical taxes, and all those messy taxes."

"Originally, they had some hope if they had a house, but now that they have lost their house, their hope is gone too."

"And this time the fire was very inexplicable. It happened very suddenly. Suddenly, the whole of America was on fire."

"It's as if someone is behind this."

"I think a financial crisis is coming that will be so huge and so large that it will drag the whole world into it."

"Why!"

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He Qingyang didn’t understand property tax, medical tax, or those other messy taxes, but he understood the financial crisis.

Lin Yu tapped the phone with his right index finger and immediately understood what his teacher meant. He exchanged a few words with Franklin and hung up the phone.

Before she could put away her phone, He Qingyang pressed her shoulder, and then a voice as cold as ice came out:

"Is the thing your informant was talking about the financial crisis?"

Lin Yu licked his lips, shrank his neck, and nodded slightly.

The next second, He Qingyang's voice sounded as if he was about to laugh out of anger:

"I remember you signed a guarantee some time ago."

"Um..." Lin Yu stepped back, put the phone in his pocket, and said with his neck shrunk:

"The arrangement was completed before the signing of the guarantee. According to the original plan, it was just to make money while getting people to add fuel to the fire."

"But plans can't keep up with changes. Some people maliciously add fuel to the fire. In order to sell the house, they even offer zero down payment. As long as the person is alive, their bank will dare to lend money to buy a house for this person."

"If what Franklin said is correct, the one who started the fire was not the American government, but the malicious forces that fanned the flames."

"If the house is burned down, the buyers will definitely not repay the loan, and the bank will not be able to collect the loan. Then the information of these buyers will not be able to be sold in the secondary market."

“If the secondary market doesn’t look favorably upon them, no one will invest.”

"The financial markets will collapse in an instant, and then the banks that have made the loans will go bust."

Lin Yu became more and more excited as he spoke, and at the end he simply made a gesture of a bomb exploding with his hands.

It also comes with an onomatopoeia.

Unlike him, He Qingyang didn't have any excitement on his face, only a headache.

He patted Lin Yu's shoulder with his right hand, put his head close to Lin Yu's ear, and threatened in a low voice:

"I'll give you 48 hours to write down everything you know."

"Write out the consequences and the general analysis of the subsequent development direction for me as well."

"I'm going to see the leader."

"If you can't write it, I'll crush you to death with my own hands."

After finishing his threat, He Qingyang turned around without hesitation, picked up an empty notebook beside the sand table, grabbed two pens, and put them in front of Lin Yu:

"Now, go write! Fill this notebook for me."

"Can I not write?" The notebook was 15 cm wide, about 20 cm long, and as thick as a thumb.

If you want to finish it, it will take at least 70,000 to 80,000 words.

Writing 70,000 to 80,000 words in 48 hours is simply exhausting.

Just after asking the question, Lin Yu saw He Qingyang clench his right hand into a fist, and press a few fingers of his right hand with his left hand. With a little force, the sound of joints moving rang in Lin Yu's ears, and at the same time, there was He Qingyang's final threat:

"My fists are not bad either."

…………

Castroville, San Antonio, Texas.

Elizabeth Clark stood in front of the burned house, tears streaming down her face, screaming at the people in front of her with her teeth bared.

Opposite her was a high-quality blond man in a suit and tie, who remained elegant even when walking among the ruins.

The man looked to be about 30 years old. He had a folder tucked in the crook of his left arm and a mobile phone in his right hand. In between Elizabeth's roars, the man calmly took the phone and took pictures of Elizabeth and the house behind her.

After taking a few more photos of Elizabeth, the man stepped out and began taking photos of the house.

Click, click.

After taking more than a dozen photos, the man returned to Elizabeth and took the document on the wrist clip on her left arm:

"Ms. Elizabeth Clark, I deeply sympathize with your situation, but the total value of your house is $350,000, of which the land is worth $300,000 and the house is worth $50,000."

“Your house has burned down, therefore, you do not need to pay taxes on the house portion.”

"You only need to pay the taxes for the land where the house is located. Would you like to pay in cash or by card?"

"Or does it need to be postponed?"

"If you need an extension, you will need to sign this document first, check the extension option, and then go to the Housing Authority with your ID within three working days."

"It can be extended up to three times, each extension is one week, which is 21 days."

"If you don't pay the relevant taxes and fees after 21 days, the Housing Authority has the right to put your ruined house and land up for auction."

“After the auction is completed, the Housing Authority will return the remaining money to you after deducting relevant taxes and fees.”

"Excuse me, do you remember it?"

The man spoke very sincerely and his attitude was very humble, but the premise of all this is to put aside what he said.

Elizabeth could no longer hold back after hearing these nagging words. She fell to her knees with a thud.

Elizabeth felt a sharp pain in her knee, which made her hold back her tears. Then she changed her sitting position.

With his hands on his knees, he stared blankly at the house which was now only a frame.

His eyes stayed on her for a moment, then the man picked up a pen and wrote on the document:

【Refuse to communicate! 】

After writing these words, the man flipped through the documents in his arms, checked the address, and headed to the next house.