Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Emotions are contagious.

Listening to Sun Hongbing analyzing the trend of the British currency with excited eyes, Sun Liancheng also became excited, his heart beating wildly like a drum.

As the director of the foreign exchange bureau, he is very aware of the country's demand for foreign exchange. In order to introduce advanced technology from other countries, the country has sent people to the world countless times to obtain some key technologies of modern technology. As long as there is technology, the people of the country will I'm afraid it won't be long before the hard work of Huaxia, the sleeping dragon, will take off again.

But the imagination is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Although some countries in Eastern Europe continue to sell all kinds of modern equipment, the asking price is unbearably high. Even if it is a Seiko equipment that was eliminated by others 40 years ago, a piece costs millions of dollars. As for the core technology and core Talent, that is even more overwhelming.

money!

All because of lack of money.

People only need US dollars, marks, British pounds, and Japanese yen.

If you don’t have money, is it possible to rely on your face to win other people’s technology and talents? If you can rely on your face, you can slap them twice, but the problem is that if you don’t have money, they can’t give you technology even if they slap you in the face.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Sun Liancheng picked up the Double Happiness cigarette on the table and put it in his mouth. Because he was too excited, he wiped the matchstick three times in a row before lighting it up.

If you have money, you can buy the equipment and technologies that have been coveted for a long time in China.

"Red Soldier. Are you really sure? The Bank of England is the most powerful central bank in the world. Are they really willing to watch the pound depreciate?"

"Boss, it's not a matter of their willingness or not. The Germans want the pound to depreciate, and the Americans also want the pound to leave the European Exchange Rate Mechanism. Now that the pound is a besieged corner, it's not up to them."

"But what if we lose money? I'm not afraid of taking on this responsibility. You know, we can't afford it now. If we really lose money, you and I will die a hundred times. How can we explain to hundreds of millions of ordinary people?"

"Boss, I've done the math. Even if we make a mistake and the Bank of England tries its best to maintain the price of the pound, then at most we won't make any money. But if it's as we expected."

"Then you see how much money we get."

How much money!

Sun Hongbing's heart thumped wildly twice, he bit hard and a lion opened his mouth wide.

"Five million dollars anyway."

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five million.

Sun Liancheng took a deep drag on his cigarette and frowned. Sun Hongbing's heart skipped a beat. With so much money, if he loses a little bit, who can bear it.

"If it doesn't work, it's two million dollars."

"Too little, I'll apply for 20 million dollars for you!"

Twenty million dollars!

Sun Hongbing was stunned. He thought that the director would think it was too much, but he didn't expect it was too little.

The huge number caused Sun Hongbing to immediately turn his head, his face flushed as if he was drunk, and his whole body puffed out his chest like a benchmark.

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

"Don't be so full of big talk, if you lose a dollar, you boy will just follow me."

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Special things always need to be done specially.

When Sun Hongbing and his colleagues directly boarded the only special plane in Shanghai and arrived in Hong Kong in an hour, looking at the bustling and noisy city, the words "family, country and world" burned in his heart like the sun.

Singapore financial district.

A young man with a cropped head stepped into a company in the Kid Building with a document bag.

"Mr. Zhang. Take a look at these materials. Judging from these materials, there is currently a huge depreciation expectation for the pound."

Zhang Faren took the materials, glanced at the materials that Liu Jianjun handed over, and frowned slightly. Although he admired Liu Jianjun's talents in the economic and financial fields, this proposal was too unreliable.

"Jianjun. If it is another market, I believe that your ability will not be wrong. But the pound is different. Behind the pound is the whole of Great Britain, backed by the entire Bank of England, and tens of billions of pounds of foreign exchange reserves. There is absolutely no way the pound will depreciate."

"Mr. Zhang. My teacher taught me a word when I was studying."

"What words."

"In the market, there has never been an impossible, only infinite possibilities. Do you think we can find a reason to be long sterling now?"

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Zhang Faren was silent.

This, he found, was an entirely irrefutable reason.

There is no impossible, only infinite possibilities.

A good one is impossible.

From smuggling to Singapore and establishing a huge sugar empire, Zhang Faren has never relied on luck. Since he can't find a reason to go long, let's try to go short.

"How much do you expect to lose if we make a wrong judgment?"

"I've calculated it. The biggest loss will not exceed 5%. If the judgment is correct, the profit may exceed 15%. The chance of winning is more than 90%."

"That's good. I'll allow you to take a sell position in British pounds up to thirty million dollars."

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Hong Kong, Kowloon City.

A middle-aged man in his forties was leaning on a bamboo woven recliner. With the pressure of gravity, the circular recliner swayed up and down rhythmically like a tumbler.

The middle-aged man was wearing a white shirt, with a gentle smile on his face, and looked quite elegant, but because of his tall body and square face, he had a crew cut, which was a bit contradictory.

An indescribable person, at least for the students studying here, Mr. He Yuanchao is an indescribable person.

There is no tuition fee for teaching people, drinking tea and telling stories and history every day, just like a storyteller in a teahouse, but unfortunately, I have never seen him worry about money.

Several students present looked at each other with deep curiosity. Normally, at this time, Teacher He would definitely tell a story about China's history after class, but today, he seems to have forgotten about it.

Isn't it just a newspaper, so fascinating.

The students felt a little itchy in their hearts. It was the age when teenagers were curious about everything. The stories He Yuanchao told were even more attractive than TV dramas.

King Zhou disrespected heaven and gods, never yielded even under the might of gods, dared to fight against heaven, and never compromised even under divine punishment.

Qin Shihuang swept Liuhe and unified the whole world, and his achievements were simply earth-shattering.

Those foreign emperors are simply scumbags. They are actually controlled by a gang of magic sticks, and they can't even keep their position as kings.

Every time I hear He Yuanchao tell a story, I feel so much better.

"Mr. He, shall we go back to eat first?"

"Aren't you talking about eating? Why don't you leave? Want to hear a story?"

"hey-hey."

The little ones laughed with embarrassment, their pure eyes could not hide anything at all.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, He Yuanchao stood up from the recliner, and sat on a table in the room without temperament.

"Then let's talk about Hong Kong's story today."

"I used to have a classmate who worked as a messenger in Yau Ma Tei. Later, because he didn't want to receive protection money, he was rejected by his colleagues and superiors. He bought a plane ticket to the UK and planned to go to London to complain."

"Later, when he arrived at the airport, he wanted to take the domestic special line, but they refused to allow him to use the foreigner channel."

"He just asked, I'm British, why did I have to wait in line for foreigners."

"The people at the airport said, I look at your face, I don't think you are British"

"There is a queue at the passage for foreigners, so my friend justified, I am not British, which country do you think I am?"

"The airport workers said, that's your own understanding. You Hong Kong is just one of the many colonies of our British Empire. You are not British."

"My friend was unconvinced, and asked the staff member, why, which country am I from?"

"The other party told him that I can't answer this question. But you are not British, so please take the foreigner passage."

"Teacher. What is a colony?"

"Master, did he come to London later?"

"Colony is a term in our Chinese language. It refers to countries and regions subject to economic exploitation, cultural invasion, and political enslavement by the suzerain. The original meaning is to immigrate and cultivate wasteland, which can be used as a trade outpost or military base. Later refers to a country in its Settlement settlements established in the conquered areas to obtain new resources for the suzerain state."

"Teacher, I heard from my father that the establishment of Integrity Gongshu was because the British felt that they did not earn as much as the Chinese in Hong Kong, so they tried to catch all the Chinese detectives in order to monopolize corruption."

"Yeah. Your dad is right. Did he say that since Kangding came here, the community has developed rapidly, with the purpose of oppressing ordinary people so that they can make money for the British."

"I didn't say it. My dad didn't dare to say it. Except for Yunji, many associations often collect protection fees. I hate those villains."

"Haha. Then you should study hard and try to become a policeman in the future to deal with those bad guys."

"Can a policeman stop those villains from collecting protection fees? Then why are there policemen now, and they still charge them?"

"What police are they called? The Royal Hong Kong Police."

"I understand. They are British policemen, just like the lackeys on TV, who bully us. Then I don't want to be a policeman. Dad and uncle make money very hard,"

"It will be different in a few years. The police in the future will be our own police. If the British are driven away, they will no longer be able to bully us."

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"Mr. He, you haven't said yet, did your friend complain in London?"

"He went to London, but there was nowhere to complain?"

"Does he know the way?"

"No. People don't recognize his ID, and his English is not very good, so someone gave him a name, half-baked."

"Aren't parents the only ones who can choose names?"

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Soon, the children were bouncing around, playing and jostling, and left together. Looking at the backs of each of them, He Yuanchao smiled and grabbed the newspaper again.

daily mail.

The newspaper a few days ago was brought from London to Hong Kong.

On the cover, it was his student Shen Jiannan.