Rise From Eight Hundred

A woman wearing jodhpurs and boots, with a ponytail and full of heroic spirit, strode out of the room and looked at Tang Dao with great admiration. 巵

She was not so beautiful, but she was definitely cool. If she was equipped with a gun and sunglasses, she would be a queen in Hong Kong movies.

Tang Dao raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised by the appearance of this heroic foreign woman.

With his hearing, how could he not know that there were other people in this office? Although the person tried his best to suppress his breathing, Tang Dao could still hear that her breathing was delicate, which should be a woman.

With the ability shown by the president before, Tang Dao did not think that he would be stupid enough to play the game of keeping a beautiful woman in a golden house when the two of them were talking about such a huge amount of money. He should be an expert in the bank who could provide him with negotiation information.

But the moment the woman appeared, Tang Dao knew that he was wrong.

The woman's dress may not be so fashionable and not like a high-quality woman, but she has a temperament that cannot be covered by ordinary clothes.

The woman's facial features were very distinct, and her deep blue eyes looked at Tang Dao with a bit of sharpness, but Tang Dao could still feel the appreciation in her eyes. Perhaps, as she said before she left, it was very much to her liking. 巵

Tang Dao looked at the middle-aged man with an inquiring look.

"Mr. Tang, please allow me to introduce you to Miss Laura Setia Rockefeller, the representative of Citibank's controlling shareholder." Frank Depp retracted his respectful gaze from the woman and introduced her to Tang Dao seriously and solemnly.

Tang Dao was slightly startled, but he soon understood where the appreciation in the woman's eyes came from. It came from the superiority of the superior in his bones.

Perhaps no matter whether he said philosophical words or not, just from the fact that he, a Chinese, dared to threaten Citibank, this woman who had been in a superior position for a long time might have a sense of appreciation.

The emotions that the strong have towards the weak are always just pity.

Because, there may be many people with the last name Rockefeller in this world, but there is only one person with the last name Rockefeller who can control the big bank Citibank.

Rockefeller, the world's richest man of this era, a terrible family that controls the world's largest oil company and can influence the US government.

In a sense, Krupp is just a little brother compared to them. Because, as long as Rockefeller is willing, he can become a more terrible arms manufacturing company than them at any time.

"Mr. Depp, you can do your best to meet Mr. Tang's withdrawal needs at Citibank, and let me talk to Mr. Tang about the rest." The woman lightly instructed the highest person in charge of Citibank in China.

There was no arrogance, as if it was the most ordinary daily routine.

"Okay, Miss Laura!" Frank Depp nodded and agreed as a matter of course, then nodded to Tang Dao's forehead and turned to go out.

After watching the middle-aged man leave, the woman cast her eyes on Tang Dao, smiled faintly, and extended her hand to invite him: "Mr. Tang, please sit down. I believe I can give you a satisfactory answer on behalf of the bank."

There is no sharpness at all, but the momentum of being a superior is overwhelming, as if everything is under her control.

Rockefeller, the first family in the world to have a billion US dollar fortune 30 years ago, has enough assets to build 20 100,000-ton aircraft carriers. Enough wealth has accumulated confidence in the capital world, and the negotiation skills are so simple and unpretentious . 巵

"Okay, I believe in the trust and loyalty accumulated by the Rockefeller family over decades." Tang Dao nodded honestly.

After Tang Dao sat down, she slowly sat on the wide chair that originally belonged to the middle-aged man. Confidence surged in the woman's sea-blue eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Tang, do you know my family?"

"John Rockefeller, from a small bookkeeper with an annual salary of 300 US dollars, grew up to the co-founder of the famous Mobil Oil Company. Of course, compared with the miracles he created in the business field, I admire his charity work in education and medical care after retirement. It's a pity that a generation of legends went to heaven two years ago to continue his legendary career." Tang Dao answered with a serious face.

In a sense, John Rockefeller, the founder of the Rockefeller family, is indeed a generation of legends. His huge investment in the medical field has also made great contributions to the discovery of antibiotics.

"Yes, my great-grandfather does have a legendary life. I believe that under the guidance of his wisdom, my family can continue strongly. Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your recognition of my great-grandfather." Hearing Tang Dao's high praise for the founder of her family, the woman was also proud, and her sea-blue eyes were full of spirits.

The title of great-grandfather also indirectly told Tang Dao her identity. She was a direct descendant of the Rockefeller family and had a certain say in the Rockefeller family. What she promised would satisfy Tang Dao, and it was by no means empty talk.

Of course, this was also to give Tang Dao a certain sense of oppression. When people face creatures stronger than themselves, they will naturally feel fearful, which will make it easier for her to dominate in the subsequent negotiations.

Tang Dao didn't know Rockefeller's name, so she might have to choose other ways, but Tang Dao knew that it was just a matter of going with the flow!

You know, Western politics is actually plutocracy politics. The richer you are, the more you can influence the political arena. That almost means that Rockefeller can influence the current Sino-American relations. Even the principal, facing this young woman who will never be more than 25 years old, dare not take it lightly.

If it were someone else, they would be psychologically 10% afraid of such a huge monster, and would inevitably lose the initiative in the subsequent negotiations, and even be led by the woman.

This kind of negotiation skills cannot be learned. First of all, you need to have a strong enough background to support it.

Unfortunately, the woman didn't know that the background of the young man she met was much more fantastic than her family, the richest man in the world.

No matter how rich they are and how much they can influence the political arena of a manufacturing power, have they seen jet planes flying all over the sky in the future? Have they seen the outer layer of the atmosphere full of sky eyes? Have they seen that the victory of the war in the future will no longer be dominated by planes and cannons, but by invisible network waves?

Even one day, even the oil oligarchs who trade millions of tons of oil can only sadly find that those who make electric cars are starting to plan to immigrate to Mars, but they are still digging holes on the earth.

All of this, the little butterfly from the future has seen, and he is born with another sense of superiority over the people of this era, no matter who they are, even the owners of billions of US dollars.

After all, Musk, who will have a trillion-dollar market value in the future, is still selling electric cars in China! I have heard so much that I am a little numb to the wealth figures.

"It doesn't really matter what I think of Mr. Rockefeller, including himself. But I have heard that his partner has a very accurate evaluation of him. He said: Rockefeller is extremely methodical, pays attention to details, and does not miss a penny. If there is a penny that should be given to us, he must take it. If he gives a penny less to the customer, he also wants the customer to take it away. This may be one of the secrets of the Rockefeller family's success!" Tang Dao said with a faint smile.

The woman was slightly startled. Perhaps she didn't expect that Tang Dao would wait for her here after praising her great-grandfather.

That also means that the psychological advantage she had laid out before was all invalidated.

Thinking of Tang Dao's previous threat to the general manager of Citibank, the woman realized that the Chinese man in front of her was different from all the men she had met.

His will was very strong and he would not give in easily. What's more, he had a wide range of knowledge.巵

This is easy to judge. When she walked out of the inner room of the office, Tang Dao did not show much surprise. Only when Manager Frank introduced her name, his expression showed a slight fluctuation.

That means he knew there was someone in the inner room, but he didn't know it was a member of the Rockefeller family. That also means that what he just said was not a homework done in advance, but improvised.

This is obviously more difficult to deal with.

I am not afraid that the depositors have money, but I am afraid that the depositors have money and culture! This should be the true portrayal of Miss Laura Rockefeller's heart at this time.

"No matter what, I have to thank Mr. Tang for your recognition of my great-grandfather. His seriousness in details will become the philosophy that my Rockefeller family has always adhered to. I can also reply to you on behalf of Citibank that we will never lose a penny from customers, including the promised interest, which we will give to customers." The woman looked at Tang Dao and answered very seriously.

This time, Tang Dao did not rush to answer. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at the woman playfully.

The meaning is clearly, don't just talk, the depositors are here, you should give them money! If nice words work, then anyone can open a bank. 巵

"It's just that because of the sudden war in your country, the business has shrunk sharply. In order to avoid accidents, the bank has transferred a large part of the cash and gold and silver reserves back to the country. Mr. Tang, you suddenly came to withdraw all the cash or gold. In a short period of time, it is really difficult for the bank to raise money in time. I hope you can understand, Mr. Tang." The woman was a little embarrassed. She stretched out her hand to smooth the messy hair between her temples, and explained to Tang Dao with an apology in her eyes.

"After talking for a long time, Miss Laura and Mr. Lan Ke still said the same thing. They can't give money. So what, the bank will write me an IOU? Make an installment repayment plan? Or invite me to get on the boat and hang a banner at the door of the Rockefeller family to ask for money?" Tang Dao's face was full of disdain.

Since ancient times, banks have been like this. Once something happens, smiling is a must, and not giving money is also a must.

If it weren't for the huge loss, a certain regiment commander who had gradually lost patience would have the urge to turn into a robber and rob the place and the vault.

With his current ability and the armed forces under his control, a telegram summoned a dozen scouts to come over, and the seven or eight armed guards carrying Springfield rifles in Citibank were really not enough.

Perhaps it was the woman's natural sensitivity, Tang Dao's seemingly teasing words made the woman hear the faint murderous intent emanating from him.

While being alert to Tang Dao in her heart, the woman immediately thought of the emergency meeting held by the bank's senior management after Tang Dao arrived at the bank to retrieve the information of depositors who had deposited huge amounts of money that year. Although the sequence of their troops was unknown, more than 20 large vehicles were escorted by fully armed troops, definitely high-level Chinese officers.

After a year of bloody battles with the Japanese, the rage in the bones of the soldiers had long been ignited. If they were stimulated again, it would be hard to say what they would do.

Let alone Rockefeller, even the US Embassy might not work.

Moreover, through previous observations in the dark room, although Tang Dao and Frank Depp were discussing enormous wealth that ordinary people could hardly obtain in their lifetime, Tang Dao was angry and dissatisfied about not being able to withdraw the huge amount of money in the deposit certificate, but he did not see greed.

He wanted money, perhaps for a different purpose from the Chinese tycoons she had seen in the concessions, who lived a life of luxury and debauchery, although the woman did not know what Tang Dao was going to do with the huge sum of money.

That was also a kind of intuition.

He needed money, but not to lie on the gold mountain filled with the smell of money and breathe greedily. It was very contradictory, but it seemed very reasonable.

Laura remembered the last words of her great-grandfather before his death: Don't try to defeat everyone with money. There will always be people in this world who are not swayed by money. 巵

Tang Dao, perhaps, is such a person.

Laura admired her great-grandfather who died at the age of nearly 100, and her famous great-grandfather even gave his great-granddaughter the name of his deceased wife, which also showed his love for his great-granddaughter.

Otherwise, how could Laura, who was only 26 years old, have the opportunity to become a shareholder representative of Citibank, another pillar industry of the family? That was a position that many of her uncles were jealous of.

However, Laura, who had just taken this seat, chose to come to war-torn China in the second year of her career, which also showed her enough courage and determination.

Of course, she also encountered the biggest problem she encountered after arriving in China.

A Chinese depositor who was like a rolling knife, not only did not eat soft and hard, but also had both soft and hard skills, which was much more difficult to deal with than she expected.

"Mr. Tang, I said that even if we can't give enough funds for the time being, the bank and my family will try to make up for your losses in other ways. You only need to give us half a year, no , three months, and we will deal with all the deposit funds and interest one by one." The woman, who was already two points weaker in momentum, said hurriedly. 巵

Tang Dao didn't know that the murderous intent in his heart could have such an effect. After a little thought, he nodded and said to the woman: "Okay, I can wait for three months, but what do you plan to use to make up for my losses, Miss Laura?"

Seeing that Tang Dao finally stopped resisting the request that all cash could not be withdrawn in the short term, Laura also breathed a sigh of relief. With this as a basis, everything else can be discussed.

"First, at the previous meeting, the managers had a total of about 8 million US dollars to mobilize according to the bank's internal funds without affecting the bank's operations. I can decide to increase this amount to 10 million US dollars, and add the remaining amount plus the interest generated in the past few years to re-establish a new deposit certificate. After three months, it will be up to you, Mr. Tang, to withdraw all of it. At the same time, the interest for these three months will still be the previously agreed 2.4%. What do you think, Mr. Tang?" The woman said hurriedly.

"Okay! Then what?" Tang Dao narrowed his eyes.

"Citibank can open four porridge sheds around Pingbei City, which can provide 10,000 refugees from your country with food every day." The woman continued.

Obviously, this was not a temporary idea, but a long-term plan.

Since the outbreak of the war, there are countless civilians outside Pingbei City who have lost their houses and daily necessities due to the war, but the Japanese army that has occupied North China has cruelly stipulated that ordinary people cannot go south in groups, otherwise they will be killed as rebels.巵

Tens of thousands of refugees had to stay outside the city, living in straw huts and barely surviving on the charity of the Chinese in the city and the Westerners in the concessions.

Every day, countless old, weak, women and children died in the cold winter wind.

Laura, who had just arrived in China, was full of sympathy for such a tragic situation. The idea of ​​opening a porridge shed to save ordinary Chinese people was probably in her mind for a long time, but she just took this opportunity to say it out.

That was also a considerable expense. Even if she was in a high position, she had to have a reasonable excuse. The excuse of compensating for the customer's loss was completely enough.

"Shh~~~~~" Tang Dao sneered.

This made Laura a little stunned. In her imagination, Tang Dao, who had no greed for money, would not show such contempt even if he rejected her proposal.

"Why, imperialism has sucked enough blood from our people, and now seeing that the pigs are dying, they have to give some food to keep them alive to provide blood supply?" Tang Dao said disdainfully.巵

"You are talking nonsense. I definitely don't have such thoughts..." Laura's cheeks flushed with anger at Tang Dao's words. Her two slightly sharp eyebrows stood up, and anger also surged in her sea-blue eyes.

Undoubtedly, Tang Dao's words hurt her.

"Am I wrong? Japanese imperialism launched an aggressive war and blatantly seized my Chinese territory, but you Westerners should also be very clear about what you have done in the past hundred years! The ruins of the Old Summer Palace still exist, and where did the concessions in Tianjin, Songhu and other major cities in China come from?" Tang Dao said bluntly.

"I..." Laura was speechless for a while.

Before coming to China, she was a top student in the Language Department of Harvard University. She was familiar with Chinese and modern Chinese history. Of course, she knew how much blood the Western powers had sucked from China, an ancient country, in the past hundred years.

It can be said that the rapid development of the industrial revolution by the Western powers also accounted for a certain amount of the wealth plundered from China.

"Of course, I believe this is a goodwill from Miss Laura. I accept it on behalf of the Chinese people, but you don't need to pay for this. Just put it all on my account. You can deduct the amount when the time comes." Tang Dao's tone unexpectedly changed, and a smile appeared on his face. 巵

"What China needs most now is not just to survive, but to defeat the Japanese imperialist invaders. If Miss Laura wants to make up for the losses, I hope we can have a deep exchange."

"Mr. Tang, please be more respectful. My personal guard is only 10 meters away. He is a former lieutenant of the Marine Corps. If you really want to do this, I can let him exchange fighting skills with you first." Laura's sea-blue eyes flashed with strong vigilance and anger.

For this beautiful girl, it's not that she has never seen someone coveting her beauty, but she is the first person to say so openly that she wants to have a deep exchange with her.

Tang Dao.....

I have been thinking about it for a long time. I don't want to rely on Krupp alone. I want to have another one that is more stable! What does this have to do with that?

This foreign girl who looked quite stylish at the beginning, what kind of strange brain circuit does she have?

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