God of Rebirth Trader

Wealth, sex, fame, and power cover the four major pursuits of human beings.

From the day it was born, money has played the role of equivalent exchange. If you want to survive, you must have money. You cannot live without money. Even an unparalleled hero will suffer from lack of money if he does not have money in his hand.

I was worried about not having enough food for the night.

However, after the basic survival needs are met, human desires will rise infinitely. In order to pursue spiritual satisfaction, the desire for power, fame, wealth, and beauty has run through the entire history of human development, from emperors to generals and ministers.

As for the things that ordinary people pursue, there is actually no essential difference.

Some people love power and do whatever it takes to get into high positions; some people love fame and spend huge sums of money in order to gain fame; and some love sex and do not hesitate to play tricks on the princes just to win a beauty.

Chen Weidong is a lonely man. The long years have already been mottled by time. He is cool and unrestrained, but loneliness has never left him.

When he first returned to this era, he was at a loss, like a bystander.

But gradually, he began to integrate into this era, his heartbeat would beat with the pulse of the era, and he truly became conscious of being a member of this era.

As the only reborn person in the world, he is confident that even if he is not famous enough now, in the future, he will definitely create a new world and rewrite the concept of "capital"!

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In March 1998, international hot money successively sold Hong Kong dollars in large quantities in the foreign exchange market, forcing the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate to depreciate.

Unable to endure it, the Hong Kong Monetary Authority finally changed its past "free market" attitude, mobilized fiscal reserves, absorbed a large amount of excess Hong Kong dollars, and stabilized the foreign exchange market at a level of 7.75 Hong Kong dollars per US dollar.

After twice testing 8,000 points, the Hang Seng Index has gradually formed a technical double bottom. International hot money has found it difficult to break through 8,000 points in the short term, so it has to stay dormant for the time being, waiting for the time to go short...

Antler Building, ninth floor.

Infinity general manager office.

Chen Weidong was taking a nap while leaning on his office chair. His uncle pushed open the door and entered, followed by several security personnel. They were carrying large and small bags, and they looked like they were spending money crazily.

"Awei, I've spent a whole day shopping today, and I've only spent a few million. I'm so damn tired." The third uncle asked someone to put down his things, and then took off his coat and suit, revealing a shirt. The weather was too hot.

Yes, if it weren't for the sake of maintaining style, the devil would wear these.

Once people have enough money, they will start spending money in a revengeful manner, and Uncle San is no exception. Now when he goes out and buys a piece of clothing, he wants to clear out the entire store to show how rich he is.

Billions, tens of billions, it can be said that we should save some money, how about hundreds of billions? Are you stupid to save more?

Chen Weidong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "You are so rich, why not do charity? See if there are any people in need on the street, and just give money directly. People will definitely be grateful to you."

"What a good idea!" The third uncle's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that he had been sublimated again, but he shook his head again and said: "Then I might as well go back to the mainland. If I don't return to my hometown after getting rich, I will be like walking at night in brocade clothes."

"Oh, wait a little longer, there are still some things to be dealt with." Chen Weidong sighed. The third uncle just didn't go back for a few years, and he, to be precise, should have been there for decades.

"Oh, what else can I do with my life, spend money, spend money, spend money?!" The third uncle lay on the sofa and took a sip of ice soda, and couldn't help but express the emotion of Versailles.

"Mr. Chen, the foreigner from before is here again and wants to see you." A security guard knocked on the door and walked into the office cautiously and said.

"Okay, I got it, let him come up to see me." Chen Weidong leaned on the office chair, too lazy to move.

…

"Hi~"

"Two Mr. Chens, we meet again. It's better for you to be cooler here. The weather outside is really too hot." Jones was led into the office and greeted warmly when he came up.

"Damn Jones, if you have any nonsense, just say it quickly, or I will ask the security personnel to throw you out!" The third uncle said in a bad tone, and he couldn't stand the pretentiousness of these foreigners.

"I'm just here to tell you that I have booked a flight ticket for the evening, and I will be returning to the United States soon." Jones shrugged and said with some excitement.

He was not accustomed to the local environment in Xiangjiang during this short period of time. It was too uncomfortable, especially the food here, which he did not like.

"Then get out of here. This is China. It's better for a vampire like you to go out less often during the day, otherwise you'll get beaten easily, you know?" The third uncle crossed his legs, lit a cigarette for himself, and said extremely impatiently.

It's different when you have money. Confidence is a transcendent temperament.

This situation made Jones confused. This time when they came to Infinite Company, their boss was even more arrogant than last time. Where did they get the confidence?

It is said that Infinite Company has lost billions of Hong Kong dollars recently and the company's assets have also shrunk greatly. Is this the final struggle?

Jones said tentatively: "Don't you want precision equipment?"

Chen Weidong crossed his arms and put his legs on the desk. He said calmly: "It doesn't matter, because we have found a new supplier, and their equipment is more precise than yours."

"Impossible! Who dares to violate the Batumi ban to transport these equipment to you?" Jones was shocked. He didn't expect that other countries were involved. No wonder the other party's attitude is so cold now.

"Mr. Jones, this is nothing you need to consider." Chen Weidong smiled sinisterly. This foreigner was still too young.

He knew very well that all his hopes could not be pinned on this foreigner, so he still did some things behind the scenes.

For example, contact the kid next door?

Jones was ignored again, and his face turned the color of pig liver. During this period, he continuously "visited" many foreign financial institutions in Xiangjiang and had enough confidence to ignore the "trouble" of Infinity Company.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, he had no intention of providing Chen Weidong and the others with the equipment on the list. He was not a fool. Precision machine tools are the core of industry. How could he do such things just because he wanted to make more money?

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The purpose of his visit now was just to mock the other party before leaving. After all, he had been treated extremely rudely by this company before!

However, what he didn't expect was that now he had lost his "value" again?

"Damn Jones, why are you so incompetent? You are definitely not from the Rockefeller Group, and maybe you were sent by Soros to cause trouble." The third uncle said cursingly. None of these foreigners are good at doing anything in finance.

The crisis caused his first business venture to fail and he lost billions.

"NO NO NO, Mr. Chen, how could I be someone sent by Soros? I am a representative of the Rockefeller Foundation!" Jones quickly denied it, with a few drops of cold sweat oozing down his back.

If anyone knew that he was pretending to be a member of the Rockefeller Foundation, it would definitely cause some huge trouble.

"I'll ask Little John some other time if there is a person like you." The third uncle held a cigarette in his hand and said extremely arrogantly, as if the heads of the American consortium were all his friends.

Bragging, who can't?