Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The day has tilted.

A huge red sun hangs in the sky, holding the last light for this world.

At some point, Song Xiaodan fell into a deep sleep.

The fair face is covered with rosy color, the eyelids with clearly visible blood vessels are closed, and the long upward curving eyelashes are underneath.

A trace of tenderness flashed across Shen Jiannan's eyes that shouldn't be emotional, and he gently brushed away the wet hair on her face, and kissed her delicate red lips.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

The tenderness in Song Xiaodan's heart opened a crack in Shen Jiannan's long-closed heart.

Quietly stood up, pulled up the quilt to cover the slender body that must be exposed, and only after making sure that he did not disturb the sleeping person, he slowly exited the room.

The United States is a sparsely populated country, and the yards of villas are often very large.

The one-mile-long courtyard is full of greenery, like a natural pasture, covered with evergreen vegetation in all seasons, and there is a swimming pool more than ten meters long in the middle, the light blue pool water is particularly clear.

Near the swimming pool, Tang Dunhou and Marat Savage are engaged in a customary duel.

No, it cannot be said to be a duel.

It was a fight.

The two of them didn't know if it was because they were born at odds, and when they met, they would exchange ideas, and as they exchanged views, they somehow turned into fighting each other.

Flutter!

The two fisted and kicked each other, greeting each other's weak points.

But the strength of the two is about the same. If one punches, the other will definitely get kicked.

Shen Jiannan was deeply speechless.

Looking at the two guys with bruised noses and swollen faces, he had no choice but to stop.

"You two wait first."

The boss called to stop, and the two had to stop.

Enduring the pain on his eyelids, Tang Dunhou tried his best to stare.

"Second brother. Do you want to accept it?"

"You wild monkey, it's you who should serve you."

What the hell, is it just love?

If it wasn't for the fact that the two of them had a normal orientation, Shen Jiannan seriously suspected that the two guys were fighting each other every day to lock men up.

"You guys want to be gay. But get down to business first, OK?"

"Three of those niggers died"

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The U.S. federal police has always been strong in law enforcement.

Seeing with my own eyes that a national woman was robbed and raped by more than a dozen blacks, the federal police were so murderous that they killed three of them on the spot, and sent others to prison after a brutal tyranny.

Ken Hughes was taken away by the IRS for drug trafficking and tax evasion. With the strength of the US tax department, there is no suspense in the sentence for several years.

The result is quite satisfactory.

However, it would be more interesting if these people could be locked together.

ten minutes later.

With viciousness in Shen Jiannan's eyes, he waved away the two noisy guys who were still staring at each other.

As a law-abiding man, his hands were always clean.

However, if you want to do something in the world of capital, you never need to see blood.

Night, slowly descending.

As the moon hung on the branches, the silver glow covered the villa with a layer of silver sand.

On the white lounger by the swimming pool, Shen Jiannan held a wine glass and gently hugged Song Xiaodan in his arms.

The aged red wine in the glass swayed with a rich aroma, and the beauty in his arms was accompanied by a delicate fragrance, so overwhelming that Shen Jiannan could no longer tell whether he was drunk or intoxicated.

"Honey. How about we go buy this place tomorrow?"

"Not good. It will cost a lot of money."

"Isn't money just spent? Besides, this is our love nest, and there are traces of us. I don't want to be tarnished by others."

Do women like to listen to hooligans?

Mouth, of course I don't want to.

But it's never been that way in my heart.

Like a wombat, Song Xiaodan couldn't help shrinking into Shen Jiannan's arms.

How could she hope that the traces of the two would be defiled by others.

"Then you read it. You are a man, you have the final say."

"If you don't like it, forget it."

"Hate."

"Haha. How about using your credit card."

Song Xiaodan was startled, and looked up at the pair of eyes that were close at hand.

"Is there a problem with funds recently? No, ask my dad to let him think of a way."

"If I go to your father, he will definitely want to kill me alive."

"He dares."

Song Xiaodan's apricot eyes were wide open and angry, and her cheeks were slightly looked at, very cute.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help himself, and clicked on the cherry tree.

"It's not about money. I'm a man your father can't afford."

"Then why use a credit card, it will cost more."

"Yeah, it just costs more money."

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The financial industry, in the eyes of many people, is a tall industry.

But laymen don't know that every industry has a certain cycle. When the industry's low tide comes, the financial industry is as turbulent as other industries in spite of its outward appearance.

Although the exchange rate of the U.S. dollar has gradually stabilized amidst the continued appreciation of the Japanese Yen, and Czar Greenspan has repeatedly lowered interest rates, the recovery of the industry did not happen overnight.

Compared with six years ago, today's financial industry can only be said to be muddled.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Johnny Pete continued his daily boring work as usual.

No one came to buy large-amount financial products, no one came to buy huge insurance policies, and there were no potential customers worthy of him.

It just sucks.

After finally making it to the break, he returned to the office and casually checked the results of this week.

what did he see -

600000$-

530000$-

558000$

Total 10000000$

On some dim computer screens, there is a customer list at the top, with a cumulative consumption record of 10 million US dollars.

Customer name, Kennan Akiyama.

The corner of Johnny Pete's mouth could not help but evoked a smile, and his mood instantly became much happier.

According to the bank's credit card installment interest rate, if he spends 10 million U.S. dollars, he can get at least a commission of 100,000 U.S. dollars.

On the wide, deserted highways of Massachusetts.

A bright red Porsche was speeding at high speed on the road, followed by two sports cars of the same model, one black and one white. Three or two sports cars with full horsepower flashed across with the shock of the accelerator, causing the passing vehicles to envy and scold their mothers.

Damn rich.

On the red sports car, Shen Jiannan stepped on the gas pedal, without the slightest awareness of being scolded as a rich man.

If you want to spend 10 million US dollars in a day, it is really a very difficult thing in a place like the United States.

Three sports cars cost less than two hundred thousand dollars.

It just sucks.

Fortunately, the house was still worth some money, so it didn't make people so sad.

boom--

After continuously driving around on the road, the car gradually circled back to the urban area, and soon, a green manor villa appeared in front of us.

A group of people slowly drove the car into the large parking lot in the courtyard.

Song Xiaodan gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Jiannan who had a smirk on his face. Her legs were very weak, and under the high-speed stimulation, her whole body was in convulsions and she was unable to stand up, let alone get out of the car.

"Come on. I'll hug you."

Song Xiaodan's starry eyes flashed, and he stretched out his arms, allowing those strong arms to hug him by the waist. Feeling the powerful chest, she tilted her head, absorbing the reassuring temperature.

"Jiannan. You're gone, what do I think you should do?"

"Miss me, or miss me?"

"I hate it. People say it's serious."

"Okay. I'm not serious."

"It's because you're not serious."

"Just know. Do you miss me?"

"Of course. Otherwise, let's forget about this poor school and go back with me."

"No. I want to read it. I don't want to be your vassal. Mom said that a woman must be independent, otherwise she will become a man's vassal if she loses her independence, and she will be disgusted."

"Who dares to dislike my baby, I will kill him."

Looking at those doting eyes, Song Xiaodan's heart was full of sweetness, she couldn't help but raise her neck, and asked for it on her lips that were close at hand.

"Jiannan. We will stay in Japan for a long time. Don't forget me when we return home."

"What do you mean the future will be long? Which one will come? How long?"

"Destroy you."

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Shencheng, the conference room of Huahai University.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Tang Jiefang, who was seated first, and his eyes were full of excitement.

ten million dollars.

Wouldn't it be nice if the school had this ten million dollars.

Some people looked at each other calmly.

"Ahem, principal, you see that the academic research of our business school has been stagnant, it's because funds have been tight, you see"

"Principal. As you know, many school buildings in the school need to be refurbished, and some old buildings are dangerous. This makes people worry."

"Principal. There are many new teachers who haven't been settled yet. Do you want to make the most of this arrangement first? Teachers are our school's resources. If they don't settle down, these young people can't settle down to teach."

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Tang Jiefang's face was as black as coal.

The money hasn't even arrived yet, and one by one they all come to ask for money.

From the bottom of my heart, I can't express my disgust.

But now that he is in his fifties and has reached the age of knowing his destiny, he has already seen through some things.

This world is not black and white.

Some things, no matter where you can never escape.

"I understand what everyone said. But the money was donated by the students who aided North Korea, that is, Teacher Xiao Shen. For the specific purpose, do you think we should ask Teacher Xiao Shen for his opinion?"

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Everyone stopped talking. Some people looked at each other in embarrassment, some people's faces became ugly, and some people watched the situation with their eyes and nose, as if they had nothing to do with themselves and watched the development of the situation.

Everyone knew that Tang Jiefang wanted to take advantage of this incident to help his favorite student prove his name.

He Yuanchao, a taboo of Huahai University.

In his early years, he went to study in the United States and completed his master's and doctoral studies in finance at Stanford University in one and a half years. He was hired by Citibank as a senior management staff, and then moved to AIG, where he worked for two years.

After completing three years of professional experience accumulation, he rejected the two million annual salary offered by the investment bank, and resolutely returned to China to establish the financial economics major of Huahai University.

But a year ago, he left the school suddenly in the confusion of the students, leaving only a short letter of recommendation.

Outside, there has been a lot of discussion about this.

Some people say that it is because He Yuanchao was excluded by the school, and some people say that He Yuanchao was corrupted by American capitalism and could not stand the hard life in China.

There is also gossip that He Yuanchao flirted with a girl, and they had an ulterior relationship on the grounds of helping her apply for an invitation letter to go abroad. Later, the school discovered the scandal between the two and dismissed He Yuanchao.

What is the specific truth is unknown to those who know it.

Because of this matter, there is no conclusion. The girl who reported He Yuanchao went abroad later, and she got a letter of introduction from the school to study abroad at public expense.

But the letter was not handed out by He Yuanchao.

There was no sound in the huge conference room, and someone couldn't help but quietly looked at the vice principal Jia Zheng who was sitting under Tang Jiefang.

About fifty years old, fair complexion, beardless, wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit, a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose, looks quite upright. But those who know the inside story know that the girl who reported the relationship with He Yuanchao was able to study abroad at public expense because Jia Zheng gave her a place.

What exactly happened, many people actually have guesses.

Being urged by everyone's eyes, Jia Zheng couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart, but he was used to being dignified, and there was no expression on his face at all.

"Cough cough. Everyone can see Teacher Xiao Shen's love for the school. But the development of our school is planned by our school itself. We can't decide our school affairs just because he wants to donate money. .

So, what's the difference with a capitalist? Let this kind of atmosphere pass on in the school, outsiders know, what will they think of our school? "