The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 202 Absolute Evidence!

Kitahara Sosuke and Yamada Kazuma looked at each other, and the latter understood and ran over there at a very fast speed.

"Ji Xiang, did you read that right?" Kitahara Sosuke frowned, it would be fine if he ran into Inoue Momo by chance, but if she said she ran away when she saw her, then there must be something wrong!

He gave Momo Inoue 3000 million yen in benefits, which was enough for her to spend her entire life in the United States, but it was only stored in the bank for interest, which was enough for her to live.

After leaving Inouehiko and Japan, what else is she afraid of?

After a while, Kazuma Yamada came back alone shaking his head, but couldn't find Momo Inoue that Norika Fujiwara had mentioned.

But Norika Fujiwara swears and promises that he sees it clearly, but he can't find Momo Inoue, so this matter can only be let go.

The four of them had dinner at Macy's and returned to the hotel. Before they could rest, Sosuke Kitahara received a call from Romon.

"Beiyuan, the price of oil has been falling! My God, it has dropped to 37.1 meters gold per barrel!" Luo Meng's voice was trembling.

The opening price was 38.6 meters of gold per barrel, and it fell all day today, a full drop of 1.5 meters of gold per barrel!

Can't help but make people think too much.

After comforting Romon, the corners of Kitahara Sosuke's mouth slowly turned up. Looking at Saeko Sakurai who was wearing light pajamas on the balcony and looking at the lights in the distance, he walked over with a smile and hugged her from behind.

Feeling his body temperature, Saeko Sakurai leaned her head back slightly, leaning against him and asked, "Sangsuke, you seem to be very happy today?"

"Yes, everything is under control." Kitahara Sosuke whispered while biting her ear, and slowly slipped his hands into the pajamas.

Of course, what he has mastered is this stunner in front of him.

Saeko Sakurai snorted, endured his movements, and quietly greeted him. When she found that the tie in front of her pajamas was being untied, she still couldn't help but blushed: "Sangsuke, let's go to the room." Is it?"

"In the room?" Kitahara Sosuke smiled indifferently, and slowly raised her slender legs, "Isn't this bad?"

"It's fine if you like it." Sakurai Saeko blowing the evening wind, feeling the humid air over the United States, suddenly felt that she was so gay, but she was so happy in her heart.

Coming out of the bathroom, wearing only unbuttoned pajamas, showing his muscular abs, Kitahara Sosuke answered the phone that rang for a long time, and finally got the reply he wanted.

"Mr. Kitahara, if you excuse me, I am Aman Friedman."

"Hello, Mr. Aman, what's the matter so late?"

"I heard that you lent Victoria 3.3 million meters of gold? This is too much." Oman's voice was obviously a little excited, "I heard her talk about the agreement between you, this girl is really messing around, here you are Trouble."

"No, this is a deal that Miss Victoria and I discussed in advance, and I'm not without conditions. The interest and profit sharing are clearly marked." Kitahara Sosuke smiled, "But if you lose , I will still ask for the 3.3 million principal back, haha."

"Haha, of course, but thank you very much for your help. Maybe the 3.3 million is nothing to you, but it is very important to the Friedman family." Oman deliberately used Friedman here The word family, "Excuse me, do you know the current economic situation in the Soviet Union?"

"I don't really understand." Kitahara Sosuke said with a smile.

Just know that it will fall apart in no time.

"As I said during the day, the elites in the Soviet Union are not keen on the Gulf War oil market this time. I heard that they are busy with a bigger matter." When Oman said this, his tone paused.

"In our Soviet Union, there is an old proverb that all gifts are marked with a price in advance. In fact, there is another sentence behind that, all help will be rewarded." Oman's voice became a little light and nervous, "Lu Bu , will be restructured in these years."

The topic of the two quickly shifted to other places.

"I want to ask Mr. Aman to help me find a woman in Seattle."

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, the corner of Kitahara Sosuke's mouth rose again.

A big gamble is a grand game. This sentence of exchanging 3.3 million US dollars for Friedman is enough!
He has also considered the possibility of 3.3 million meters in vain. Although he will definitely be able to get back the money in the end and get the interest and share from the Friedman family, the part of the profit that should belong to him will be for nothing.

This amount was not small, but Kitahara Sosuke still took a gamble.

After thinking about it, he realized that the only opportunity for him to intervene in the disintegration of the Soviet Union was here. What made Japan different from Hua Guo was not in the same camp as Mao Xiong. It was too difficult to intervene as a Japanese.

But once he can intervene a little bit, his benefits will far exceed those of the Gulf War.

The reform of the ruble.

This is not just talk.

Now, 0.6 rubles can be exchanged for 1 meter of gold, and in 1993 after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, a new ruble was issued. By November 1994, 11, the official exchange rate of the ruble was 25 rubles for 1 meter of gold.

What is this concept?
Nearly 5400 times depreciation!
It's exhilarating to think about.

In the Gulf War, with 20 times leverage, there was only so little profit.

Friedman dared to disclose this news to himself, which means that he is sure that he will benefit from this ruble reform!

This is also his basic judgment on a fellow financial giant.

He can't do the stupid behavior of exhausting money, and Friedman would not be so short-sighted.

In a villa in Seattle.

Oman, who was sitting at the desk, put down the phone, his face was cloudy, and he glanced at the large stack of documents in front of him.

It is full of photos one after another, and under the photos is a personal profile, which is extremely detailed, and is the important information he obtained after pouring out all his wealth.

These people are all investors who are about to short oil in the Gulf War. They have one thing in common, they do not have a deep consortium background. They may be related, but they are definitely not deep.

To be precise, this group of people are the real high-roller speculators of this era.

How much money they have prepared, unfortunately, this is not information that Oman can buy. In fact, nearly half of these people gave up short-selling after the market opened and turned to long.

There are very, very few people who actually execute the short-selling plan.

The information of these people has been marked red one by one by Oman. There are 12 people who have been successfully contacted, and only 3 people who have actually reached a deal.

As for the other two, they only borrowed a total of 300 million gold from Oman!
And he spent nearly 100 million gold to buy the information of these people!
That's right.

His wife is the heir of a dignified arms company. As a husband, his savings over the years are only 100 million meters!
Oman has excellent observation and judgment, but he is poorer than everyone else. Everyone thinks he is rich. In fact, the economic power is firmly in the hands of his wife and her family.

The son-in-law is not worth mentioning in front of a family.

All they need is you to give them an heir, a son.

It happened that Victoria was a daughter, and she was deeply influenced by him.

This marriage died a long time ago, and the wife has countless lovers, and her heart has long since ceased to be with her.

Looking at the eye-catching photo of Kitahara Sosuke on the table, Victoria, who was sitting by the table with her plump thighs dangling, had a smile on her lips, and suddenly asked, "Dad, do you want to help him find that woman?"

"Of course, Mr. Kitahara is a very worthwhile business partner." Aman nodded with a smile, "How is your arrangement going?"

"No problem, if they are disobedient, they will be killed, and I guarantee that they will be able to return to Russia without anyone noticing, and will not be discovered by that woman!" Victoria nodded with a smile, and picked up Beiyuan Cang again. Jie’s photo, “Japanese, it’s interesting.”

"The Gulf War is estimated to last another year. With the 3.3 million he borrowed from us, you will have a lot of room to manage, and I will arrange it as soon as possible. There are a lot of things on hand." Oman put away his smile and looked at the On the photo of Kitahara Sosuke, "If the shock is too severe, I advise him to increase the margin rate. This money must be earned!"

"I know~" Victoria stuffed the photo into her chest, and jumped off the table with a smile, "The pistol was given to that girl, don't worry."

The next morning, Kitahara Sosuke just got up when he received two good news.

Not long after the futures market opened, oil prices fell again, but the drop was still small, like a beautiful woman constantly provoking your emotions.

As he expected, the bottom-hunters began to intervene continuously.

The small decline in the early stage has aroused the interest of speculators, and they increased their investment. Anyway, it is nothing if there is no liquidation.

It doesn't matter if the oil price falls for a day or two, the winner is the one who persists until the end.

Whoever quits now is an idiot.

Another news was brought by Victoria, she caught Momo Inoue hiding in the slums.

Coming out of the hotel, Kitahara Sosuke and Yamada Kazuma saw the rather haggard Inoue Momo.

Victoria, who was holding her, gave him a military salute, then threw Inoue Momo over with a smile.

Yamada Kazuma let her into the car and only talked with Kitahara Sosuke alone.

Kitahara Sosuke glanced at Inoue Momo, but did not speak.

He didn't expect this woman to go back to China after such a miserable life.

"I, I can't go back." Inoue Momo said with horror on her face, "I will definitely be killed if I go back!"

"Who's going to kill you? Where's your money?" Kitahara Sosuke frowned.

Inoue Momo calmed down, and slowly told the cause and effect.

After she came to Hawaii, she played wildly for a while, and after receiving the news of Inouehiko's death, she also felt sad for a few days. Looking back on the past, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Just when she was packing up the cosmetics that Inoue Hiko had given her before and was about to seal them all up, she accidentally discovered a strange thing——

A voice recorder that looks like a lipstick.

With curiosity, she listened to what was inside, and then was scared out of her wits.

That time, she and a few sisters went to Hamaka Taro's villa party, and one of them, Yumiko, died tragically in the villa. All the girls who attended the party were silenced about this incident.

In fact, Momo Inoue didn't know the cause and effect of the incident, but only knew that Yumiko died tragically, and finally the police came to the door and nothing happened.

And this recorder records the conversation between Hamanaka Taro and a vice president.

The content is lengthy, but shocking.

Yumiko was given to a big shot as a plaything!

And that big man's name is Hiroshi Kurosawa.

"The current president of the Industrial Bank of Japan." Kitahara Sosuke shuddered.

(End of this chapter)