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Chapter 152
Looting the Bank of England?
Hearing this sentence, Walid's eyes narrowed involuntarily, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes:
"What do you mean by that?"

"It means literally."

Lu Qing calmly replied: "Looting, England, the bank."

hiss--

Waleed showed obvious interest, put his arm around Lu Qing's shoulder and said with a smile, "Chen, I think you have already attracted my attention."

As he said that, he turned his head and said to his assistant, "Mansour, please say sorry to Salman and me, just say that I have something to do and I can't go to today's event..."

He was stopped by Lu Qing before he finished speaking: "It's okay, Prince Walid, I happen to be very interested in shooting too. If possible, we can chat while walking, and then we can shoot together to celebrate..."

"Oh? It seems that you are very confident in convincing me."

Feeling the confidence in Lu Qing's words, Walid couldn't help but look at Lu Qing more.

"of course."

Lu Qing smiled slightly: "After all, such a thing as overthrowing the Bank of England may only happen once in a lifetime. There is no reason for Prince Walid to miss it, is there?"

"Hahaha, yes, you are right!"

Prince Walid laughed and patted Lu Qing on the shoulder, and said, "Go, follow my car, let's go there together!"

……

On the way to the shooting range.

"Master Daojun, thank you for your help just now, otherwise I would have really delayed your important event."

Li Hengcai said with a blushing face.

Li Heng felt ashamed when he thought that he was frozen there just now and didn't know what to say.

You must know that he is not a fledgling newcomer in the workplace. The last time he was so at a loss was more than ten years ago.

"It's okay, Director Li, you don't have to worry about it."

Lu Qing blinked and said with a smile: "—I won't tell this matter."

"Cough cough!"

Li Hengcai was almost stunned by Lu Qing's sudden turn, and couldn't help laughing helplessly, and joked: "Actually, I really can't blame me for this matter. After all, it's about 150 billion U.S. dollars, and the most important thing is about the Bank of England. Big things... I think everyone will be nervous except you, Master Daojun, right?"

"Mr. Li, if you can talk, please talk more."

Lu Qing smiled and said, "I like your way of speaking, please continue."

"ah!"

Even Li Hengcai yelled in embarrassment after being teased repeatedly by Lu Qing.

"Hahaha!"

Lu Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

……

the other side.

In Prince Waleed's luxurious and extended custom-made Mercedes-Benz, he is also discussing what Lu Qing said with Mansur.

"The Bank of England looting, Mansour, do you think it's real?"

Waleed asked with curiosity and anticipation.

"His Royal Highness, looking at that Chen Daojun's expression, it seems that he doesn't want to tell lies, but forgive my ignorance, I really don't know how to rob the Bank of England - hire a group of special forces armed with RPG?"

Mansur's face was full of doubts, his thick black eyebrows were tightly knit together.

Walid couldn't figure out what Lu Qing was thinking, he thought about it for a while, then gave up, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, anyway, he's going to tell the truth later, so I don't bother to think about it."

Having said that, his face was already full of eagerness to try.

……

Ten minutes later, the group arrived in front of a fully enclosed shooting range.

"Hey Waleed, you're late!"

As soon as Lu Qing and the others got out of the car, a mocking voice came from a silver McLaren F1 supercar next to them.

When I turned my head, I saw a man in a traditional Chinese white robe getting out of the McLaren.

"Sorry, Salman, I'm here to entertain some friends, it's a bit late."

With that said, Waleed waved to Lu Qing, and introduced: "This is Chen Daojun, from South Korea in the east... This is Salman, the younger brother of my uncle's family."

Hearing this, Lu Qing immediately understood the identity of the other party: "I have met Prince Salman."

"Well, hello."

Salman gave Lu Qing a perfunctory smile, and then urged Waleed: "Let's go, Waleed, let's go in quickly, Naysu and the others have to wait."

Seeing that Salman obviously looked down on Lu Qing, Walid showed a sorry look to Lu Qing.

Lu Qing smiled slightly, indicating that it was all right.

Afterwards, a group of people came to the shooting gallery.

There were already many men in white robes waiting inside. Judging by their imposing manner, they were obviously the children of the royal family.

In order to avoid the situation where Lu Qing was underestimated like Salman just now, Walid did not introduce Lu Qing to them this time.

Lu Qing didn't care about these, and sat quietly thinking about how to persuade Waleed to invest in him later.

It's not enough to hook them with the words of 'looting the Bank of England'.

While he was meditating secretly, he saw that Walid had also started a shooting competition, and it was still a betting competition.

After watching for a while, Lu Qing found out that their betting method is very simple, that is, each shoot ten shots, and see who gets the most points.

The rest of the people with low points will give money to the person with the highest points according to the point difference, and each point is equal to [-] US dollars.

Ok……

Even Lu Qing was speechless when he saw this domineering bet.

Because he saw that Waleed, who had the worst shooting skills, had the lowest points in three consecutive rounds, losing to the player with the highest points of 30 US dollars, 52 US dollars, and 49 US dollars respectively.

In just ten minutes, the $131 million was gone.

"No wonder people say don't call yourself rich in the Middle East..."

Li Hengcai was also obviously shocked by the bet made by Prince Walid and others, and once again sighed with envy in Lu Qing's ear.

"Director Li, think about it better, Prince Walid is so rich, the success rate of our persuading him is obviously higher."

Lu Qing replied softly.

While the two were talking, another round of competition ended.

This time, Prince Walid was finally not the last one—someone missed the target, and he became the second to last—and more than 30 dollars disappeared.

After the match this time, everyone did not continue the game, but returned to their seats to rest temporarily.

Prince Walid, who was the bottom one, obviously had a bad face.

After returning to his seat, his face still had a look of indignation.

He's not afraid of losing money, it's only a few million dollars, he doesn't care.

But he didn't want to lose face.

When he returned to his seat and saw Lu Qing, he slapped his forehead and remembered that he brought someone with him.

"I'm sorry, Chen, I'm like this. I forget everything when I'm playing, and I don't entertain well."

Prince Walid apologized to Lu Qing.

"It's okay, it's good to see you playing."

Lu Qing naturally wouldn't take this kind of thing to heart.

"Well, let's go to the lounge over there."

Walid pointed to a reception room on the side, and said, "It happens that I have time now. Can you tell me more about the 'robbing the Bank of England' you told me just now?"

"of course."

Lu Qing came to the reception room led by Waleed.

After taking his seat, Waleed crossed his fingers and leaned forward, his face full of anticipation.

Lu Qing's heart moved, and he felt that there was a high probability that this matter would be successful.

So, without covering up, he said directly:
"I'm going to short the pound!"

"What... what!?"

Hearing this sentence, Waleed's eyes widened suddenly, and his body subconsciously leaned back: "Short - pound?"

When he said the word sterling, his tone rose, as if he were speaking of something unspeakable rather than sterling.

"Yes, short the pound."

Lu Qing nodded calmly.

"But how is this possible?"

Walid put his hand on his forehead, his face was full of disbelief: "That's..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qing directly interrupted him: "That's the British pound, I know, but isn't it more interesting to defeat it, the empire on which the sun never sets... because it is the British pound?"

hiss--

Looking at Lu Qing's piercing eyes, Walid opened his mouth, a little speechless.

He always felt that the shooting gambling game he played with the rest of the princes was already very daring-the most time, he once lost 2000 million US dollars within five hours.

but,

Looking at Lu Qing who looked calm at the moment, Walid suddenly felt that the game he was playing was really weak!

That's right!

If we want to fight, let's fight the elite!
If you want to be short, just short the official currency of the empire on which the sun never sets - the pound sterling!
Fire began to rise in Waleed's eyes.

He is a Middle Easterner, a Middle Easterner who has been brought under colonial rule for hundreds of years.

Although they have gotten rid of colonial rule, the pages of text and pictures in the history books always remind him that he must not forget the great lack of virtue.

perhaps,

It's time for revenge...

Just when his face was flushed and he was about to say yes, Mansur suddenly coughed softly: "Your Highness, I think we need to think about this matter carefully."

"Don't even think about it, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Walid subconsciously refuted.

But in the middle of speaking, Mansur rubbed his fingers and made a gesture of counting money.

Only then did Walid remember that he hadn't asked Lu Qing how much money he needed, so he coughed lightly and asked, "Chen, I'm very interested in what you said about shorting the pound, I don't know—how much money do you need from me?" ?”

"Not much, this number is enough."

Lu Qing stretched out three fingers.

"3000 million dollars, no problem, no problem, I'll pay you now..."

Walid was talking, when Lu Qing smiled and shook his head.

"Could it be three hundred million dollars?"

Walid thought for a while and said, "That's fine, I'll give you a check..."

Halfway through, he saw Lu Qing shaking his head again.

"Not [-] million?"

Waleed opened his eyes wide and said incredulously, "No, no, no, Chen, don't be kidding, are you talking about $30 billion?"

"Yes, three billion dollars."

Lu Qing smiled and nodded, showing an expression that you guessed right.

Now it was Waleed's turn to be speechless.

30 billion U.S. dollars, you treat it as Huaguo’s traditional burning paper money, 100 billion a piece.

Yes, it is true that he is the royal family of the Middle East, but the royal family's money is the royal family's money, not his money!

"Chen, don't joke with me, $30 billion is a bit too much."

Waleed's face was a little ugly.

He felt that Lu Qing might be deceiving himself on purpose.

"No, Prince Waleed, I mean it."

Lu Qing said seriously: "Besides, you don't really think that the money needed to short the pound is a small sum, do you? Behind the Bank of England is the British government, one of the five permanent members of the United Nations!"

"But...but this is a bit too much."

Waleed naturally knew that what Lu Qing said was true, but 30 billion US dollars was really beyond his ability to bear.

At this time, Mansour asked, "Chen, you want His Royal Highness to invest 30 billion US dollars, so how much money have you prepared?"

Walid's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lu Qing.

That's right, you want 30 billion for me, how much money have you prepared?
If you prepare too little money, not to mention that the credibility will be reduced, and the operability will also be reduced.

Lu Qing naturally knew what Waleed was worried about, but he was also prepared, calmly took out a certificate, and said, "This is the amount of British pounds I have bought in advance from various institutions around the world. Take a look."

Walid took the paper, and when he saw the final total, he couldn't help calling out:
"100 million dollars!?"

(End of this chapter)