Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The morning air is very nice.

After breakfast, the two walked out of the yard holding hands, and walked towards the Boston University School of Business in the morning light.

The trees under the colorful colors are also very beautiful against the morning glow. The fish in the clear river swim by, filled with vitality. Along the river, step on a small bridge, and let the breeze blow on the Buddha's cheek by the river, which makes people feel happy Can't help but feel very comfortable.

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, carrying the explosives, going to school happily."

Along the way, Shen Jiannan hummed the mouth-watering lyrics,

Song Xiaodan was so teased that he giggled, his face was full of smiles, his starry eyes were full of smiles, and the feeling of happiness was self-evident.

Shen Jiannan was also in a good mood, and the happiness in Song Xiaodan's face and eyes gave him a deep sense of satisfaction.

The villa is not far from the school, and the two arrived at the school gate not long after.

Song Xiaodan had a mandatory defense in the morning. She let go of her arms and straightened Shen Jiannan's jacket.

"Jiannan. If you feel bored, you can walk around the school, and I will find you after I finish my defense."

"It's okay, I'll just wait for you at the door, and study a new movement method by the way, it won't be boring."

"What's the point of action?"

Song Xiaodan asked with doubts in his eyes.

"Uh yes"

"You stinky rascal. If you don't get along well with you, why can't you be more serious."

"Hey! Who made you so good-looking, it always makes people fascinated. Men are difficult, men are so difficult, men are difficult during the day, and men are difficult at night!"

Song Xiaodan's cheeks turned dizzy instantly.

"I hate it. It's obviously difficult for others."

"Ha ha!"

Realizing that he said something wrong, Song Xiaodan's bright eyes were full of resentment, biting his lips lightly and muttering.

"Big villain. I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

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"I went in first, don't run around."

"Well. I'll wait for you."

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Is this what love feels like?

Song Xiaodan turned back several times and entered the academy. When her back completely disappeared, Shen Jiannan restrained his smile and found a bench to sit down at random.

Soon it was time to start classes, and many young men and women walked into the school either sprinting or frolicking.

European and American girls in this age group are the most youthful age in their life. As they walk or play, driven by their slender and strong thighs, the ups and downs are dizzying.

Undoubtedly, this is a good time to do eye exercises.

Shen Jiannan Bailai was bored admiring the beautiful scenery of the school on a good day, feeling very happy.

But... nasty guys will always show up.

A Caucasian student broke away from the crowd going to school and walked up to Shen Jiannan.

Ken Hughes.

Under the morning light, the golden hair exudes a golden light, and the three-dimensional facial features make people feel disgusted at first glance.

"Boy. This is the United States. I advise you to stay away from Song. You damn poor ghost will bring disaster to her."

Boom boom!

Shen Jiannan didn't say a word, and didn't even bother to look at this kind of rubbish.

A trace of anger flashed in Ken Hughes' eyes.

Shen Jiannan's eyes seemed to be looking at the air, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

If you continue to be arrogant, I'll see how you die today.

"Boy. I advise you to be careful."

"Fool!"

"Walter?"

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The good mood was ruined a little bit. After Ken Hughes left staring, Shen Jiannan simply picked up the phone and dialed out.

Harbor District, Bank of Merrill Lynch.

Johnny Peet was sitting in his office, flipping through the Wall Street Journal delivered in the morning, and soon, an Indian man dragged a tray and delivered morning coffee for everyone.

The coffee is very strong and full of aroma. After swallowing a sip, people feel refreshed immediately.

ring ring ring——

Johnny Pete's personal phone rang.

He quickly put down the newspaper and pressed the call button on the phone.

"Hello. I'm Pete."

"Mr. Pete, hello. I'm Kennan Akiyama."

oh!

God.

Johnny Pete exclaimed in his heart.

He has already received a performance commission of 100,000 US dollars this week for the sale of 100 million US dollars of national debt, and he just changed to a newest Mercedes-Benz car yesterday.

"Honorable Mr. Akiyama, what can I do for you?"

"Oh. A little problem. There's a guy named Ken Hughes. I think you can help me out. Well, a student at Boston University."

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How much power do bankers hold in the US?

Just look at the tax.

The most powerful tax agency in the United States also needs to flow funds in banks.

After hanging up the phone, Johnny Pete made a call immediately. Not long after, he received a personal message from the Boston Police Department in his mailbox.

time flies.

At around eleven o'clock in the morning, Song Xiaodan happily ran out of the academy.

Obviously, the defense went very well.

Shen Jiannan stood up and went straight to meet him.

"The defense went well or not."

"Well. It's not too difficult."

"My baby is really amazing. Look at those students, they are all downcast. No wonder people say that excellent people are excellent everywhere."

Woman, who can stand such sweet talk from Shen Jiannan.

Being praised around the corner, Song Xiaodan's bright white teeth were full of smiles.

"I hate it. I will play tricks."

"I can't help it. Playing other things, you always say no, what can I do."

"Don't say it, if you say it again, I will kill you."

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The two played and chased, and walked out of the school gate following the crowd of people coming and going.

Ken Hughes stared at the backs of the two men with gloomy eyes, followed unhurriedly, looking like he was watching a good show.

After leaving the school gate, the surrounding environment gradually became quieter. Song Xiaodan pulled Shen Jiannan and walked happily towards the Charles River. There were fewer and fewer people around. The clear river and towering giant trees intertwined accordingly, which made people feel very relaxed.

It's really self-inflicted.

The environment here is quiet, and there are few people around. There is no better place for those niggers to fight. After those guys finish robbing, kill that nasty bastard, and save the beauty by yourself, then

Looking at the backs of the two holding hands, Ken Hughes was full of viciousness in his heart.

Based on his understanding of black people, he believed that he could get tens of thousands of dollars for nothing, and those black devils would definitely not care about doing so.

But gradually, Ken Hughes felt something was wrong.

It was agreed to find an opportunity to follow behind the two, why the **** niggers haven't appeared yet, and it's broad daylight now, and they can't see people.

Eastern suburbs, slums.

Seven or eight heavily armed Boston police pointed guns at more than a dozen blacks.

In the corner, a gorgeously dressed, fair-skinned Caucasian woman was crying in front of the police car. Police Captain John Mack had to take out a tissue and hand it over to let her dry his tears.

"Woooo—Officer Mike, woo—I just passed by here, and they rushed out and snatched my wallet and raped me. Fortunately, this gentleman passed by and saved me."

It's worth it.

A woman in her own country would be filled with righteous indignation if she were to be treated like this.

John Mack almost breathed fire in his eyes, comforted the victimized woman, and took the Remington shotgun in his hand and walked to the black man who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move.

Feeling John Mike's anger and murderous intent, Tony, who was kneeling on the ground, had fear in his eyes, and he hurriedly argued.

"Mr. Inspector. Don't listen to her nonsense. We don't."

John Mack didn't bother to listen to any excuses. The Eastern Suburbs were his jurisdiction. He had worked here for eight full years and knew how abominable these damned niggers were.

Eighty percent of the rapes are committed by these niggers, and almost all thefts are also committed by these guys. Before night, as long as there are groups of niggers wandering on the street, the Definitely looking for a target to carry out the robbery.

Laziness and sloppyness are rooted in genes, they don't like to work, they always like to get something for nothing, and even bring about the dreaded AIDS.

Deeply disgusted and angry, John Mack raised the shotgun in his hand and slammed it on the head of the black man named Tony.

flutter--

The butt of the gun collided with his head, and blood immediately flowed from Tony's head.

"FUCK, you scum, maggots, dare to commit crimes in my jurisdiction, you sons of bitches."

Pop, pop, pop!

John Mike cursed and beat him continuously until he beat the black man named Tony to death, and the anger in his heart didn't diminish in any way.

What a beautiful girl was almost ruined by these rubbish, as an American, how could he let go of that feeling.

Holding the blood-stained Remington, John Mack set his sights on another black man.

ah!

The black man who was being stared at screamed in horror. The life and death of his companion was unknown, and the fear in his heart had reached its limit.

In an instant, he forgot everything, stood up and ran.

However, he forgot what this place was.

boom!

The blood-stained Remington in John Mike's hand rang, and the dense bullets instantly blasted the fleeing guy like a pile of rotten meat.

Nobody stopped anything.

As a policeman in the slums, who doesn't hate these dirty, lazy garbage that brings viruses and crimes.

Sometimes, they can't even understand why the law should protect such natural maggots.

it's good now.

Since they are all smuggled garbage and dare to escape, they must have committed a major crime to choose to escape. Being beaten to death is what they deserve.

On the banks of the Charles River, on a quiet and remote path.

Ken Hughes looked at Marat Savage who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, his eyes were full of fear.

Because behind Marat Savage, there are two IRS investigators in black suits with serious expressions.

Ken Hughes couldn't understand how he provoked the IRS at all. He only knew that the IRS found out that he evaded taxes by selling drugs.

"Hey man, are you waiting for niggas?"

"Tell you an unfortunate news, they probably won't come."

for a moment.

Ken Hughes' beautiful pupils shrank together.

He understood many things.

This is a round, a dead end with no solution.

In the style of the IRS, he repeatedly evaded taxes by selling drugs at school, which awaits him at least five years in prison, and even, it may be a heavier punishment than murder.

It's over!

"Oh my god! Boss. You can't imagine how bad the banking service in the Soviet Union is. The employees are all Obasan, whose fat face is trembling with the money.

Oh, God. I'm just ashamed to be with them. "

"I think we only need to invite some handsome guys and beautiful women to win in terms of service."

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In a villa on the Charles River.

Shen Jiannan was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard with his legs crossed while holding a satellite phone. Robert John's exaggerated voice kept coming out of the receiver.

Things are going well with Nanbo Bank.

With the help of Sidorov, Nanbo Bank easily obtained a full loan from the Bank of the Soviet Union with 100 million U.S. dollars in national debt.

That is, 450 million rubles.

No matter how strong a fortress is, it always cracks from the inside, but this result is still easier than Shen Jiannan expected.

Breathing out the smoke, Shen Jiannan tapped the table twice.

"Carrot head. It's beautiful. You can invite any beauties you want."

"Boss. I'm here for work."

"OK. It's for work, for work. But I think, in addition to bettering the service than Soviet banks, we can also raise the interest rate a little bit, so that it will be easier to attract depositors."

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