Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Tokyo, Hikawa Building.

High, very high.

How tall is it?

Thirty-six stories high.

No, as high as the sky.

With the content faxed by Li Daxiao, Shen Jiannan could not speak for a long time.

Professionally speaking, it did not catch any key points, neither the Ministry of Finance nor any department of the Neon Government was mentioned.

But this sensational and title is simply invincible.

First, we use the two words to increase the sense of substitution, and then sensationally describe the expectations and despair of ordinary neon people in the face of high-priced houses, and finally a deep stripping.

Ultimate perfection, impeccable.

This kind of articles that make people instinctively substituted into themselves is simply a big killer in the text version.

How did this head grow up?

It is conceivable that with the sensational level of Li Laughing's article, he must be shot again tomorrow.

"This guy is really going to die!"

Putting down the documents in his hand, Shen Jiannan laughed.

After such a piece of content exploded, Li Daxiao's position as an analyst at Asia First Financial was stable.

"Brother Zheng, make arrangements. Send someone to protect Li Daxiao's safety."

Hong Kong.

Phoenix tea restaurant in Causeway Bay.

There was a mess in the huge tea restaurant, and the tables in the shop were pushed in the middle to form a temporary long table.

Around, there were nearly one hundred people standing full of Dangdang.

Hengyuan Finance Company, Changsheng Finance Company, Shenghe Finance Company...

They are all the bosses of the associations behind the financial companies in Sheung Wan and Central, with a group of attendants. The area of ​​more than one hundred square meters is very crowded, and the man on the tenth place is full of it.

In the middle, Peng San was pretending to be forced by smoking a cigar.

Around, the bosses of various clubs looked at a paper on the table in disbelief.

It is a shareholding document.

There are capital contributions, profit distribution, rights and obligations.

In the second seat, the well-known Hong Kong lawyer Charlie Cao explained with a document.

"It means that you can enjoy the same proportion of the profit according to the amount of capital contribution, and at the same time, you must bear certain responsibilities according to the agreement..."

"What does this management fee mean?"

"Oh, this is a fund management fee. All funds in the world will charge customers a certain amount of management fee. It is charged in proportion to the profit. This is the industry rule."

"..."

After some discussion, the bosses of the clubs present were all suspicious.

In the last two days, Peng San carried two million Hong Kong dollars to various major financial companies.

He wants to do transactions in major financial companies.

There is no fool who can bet against.

Just like in a casino, if you can make money at once, it is luck. If you can make money twice, it is luck.

But if you make money every day and never lose money, you can only make money.

Now who doesn't know that Peng San swept the major gambling houses and robbed more than four billion yuan. This is absolutely not luck.

A fool would promise to accept his money.

As a result, naturally all gambling businesses are rejected.

But Peng San offered an invitation after being rejected, an invitation that people could not refuse.

Cooperation, cooperation to make money.

Co-founded a private equity fund to share profits.

No one believes such nonsense.

But... the temptation is too great.

Someone couldn't help asking.

"Peng San. What the **** do you want to do? Don't think that Qingshan Society dare not move you, and I'm afraid of you."

"Peng San. I don't believe you would be so kind to lead everyone to make money?"

This is common sense.

Everyone is hacking and slashing to grab the site every day. Why is it not for making money?

If they can make money, ghosts will let others have a share.

Doubt, wonder, puzzle.

No one knew what medicine Peng San Hulu sold in the end.

Peng San himself is not particularly clear.

He took a deep sip of the cigar in his mouth, and spit out smoke rings one after another toward the sky.

Until the smoke dissipated, Peng San Tan Tan Shou said.

"Lan Minghui, according to my original intention, I don't want to cooperate with your rubbish."

Rotten Minghui, full name Zhang Jiahui, a figure of the older generation of Hong Kong underworld, is quite prestigious on the road.

Now he was scolded for sitting in the trash, and everyone on the scene stopped doing it.

"Peng San, don't be arrogant."

"How did you talk to my big brother."

"Third brother, Uncle Hui is a senior anyway, you are too rude."

"..."

Amid the scolding, a group of people stared at Peng Sanwei, as if he dared to say another word and would rush towards him.

Peng San was taken aback, he waved his hand quickly.

"Misunderstanding, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to target Uncle Hui."

"Then what do you mean?"

Peng San touched his nose, he said sincerely.

"I mean, everyone here is rubbish."

Arrogant and irresistible.

Although these people present are incomparable with the three big gangs, who is not the big brother of the party, now Peng San actually dares to call them **** in public.

"Peng San, you are tired of life."

"Peng San, do you really think we can't clean you up with a bunch of big circles?"

"Peng San, you are too arrogant."

The heroes changed their colors.

Everyone pointed at Peng San, wishing to go up and smash his smiling face.

"Patter!"

Peng San snapped his fingers with a smile.

Suddenly, the excited and angry people were honest.

six people.

Six people with invisible faces armed to their teeth walked in like ghosts.

Uniform steps, silent movements.

The people who came out had already put their life and death aside, but after seeing these six people who appeared suddenly, they still felt a chill in their back.

The people on the periphery couldn't help but step back a few steps, and many people understood in their hearts why the Qingshan Society didn't dare to move.

This is not a big circle at all, and it is not a society at all.

"Flap!"

In the shock of everyone, Peng San clapped his hands.

"Forcing the good to be a prostitute, poisoning the public, and oppressing the weak, are you rubbish?"

"..."

No one answered.

I only dare to be angry but dare not speak.

The six people behind are terrible.

In case Peng San is angered, what's the difference between it and death.

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you will die if you want to be confused.

"Rubbers like you really don't want to cooperate with you and give you money. I think it is better to do charity! But if someone asks me to cooperate with you, I can't help it."

Who can be the boss is not a human being.

Courageous and unprepared, you can't survive a single episode in a series.

Someone asked Peng San to cooperate!

Who can make Peng San not want to cooperate but still cooperate?

Who can make a profit without losing money in a stock market where no one knows the rise and fall?

Who can arrange for such a scary guy to follow Peng San?

Who can wipe out the entrance of Qingshan Society overnight and make Qingshan Society afraid to fight back?

Water Margin.

The boss present immediately thought of Water Margin.

The minds of all the bosses who dared not to speak were activated.

"Brother~www.readwn.com~ can you tell me who asked you to cooperate with us."

"Well, it's not very convenient. But I can assure you that you won't get any less points."

"You have also seen that this is a formal legal document, five million copies, the rights and obligations are clearly written, as long as..."

"..."

Funds, cooperation, laws...

Not buying shares?

There is no choice at all. If you can't resist rape, you can enjoy the pleasure of being raped!

At least, it is really a steady profit.

"The third brother is righteous, and my youth club will take a share."

"We have a share in Shenghe."

"..."