The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

In the history of human currency, there is a country whose currency has become synonymous with shame.

Its symbols are scribbled on randomly like children's graffiti.

The face value reached 100000000000 yuan.

And the value of this 10000000000 yuan is less than one cent...

Because the currency was weighed in pounds and the symbols were so large that there was almost no space to print on the banknotes, the country's economic system collapsed for a time.

Also because the currency of this country will not be stolen if it is left to dry outside, the name of this country is known to the whole world.

Zimbabwe, formerly known as Rhodesia.

Located in southeastern Africa, close to South Africa, Zambia, Botswana, and Mozambique, it is a standard landlocked country.

However, few people know that Zimbabwe, which later became a currency shame for mankind and made people hungry due to economic recession, was once the second largest economic system in Africa.

It is the most industrially developed country in Africa, with manufacturing, agriculture, and mining as the three pillars of its economy.

In terms of income from agriculture and mining alone, Zimbabwe ranks among the top three in Africa.

Agricultural aspects.

Like other African countries, Zimbabwe has rich natural agricultural conditions.

The land is fertile and rainfall is abundant, making it very suitable for agricultural cultivation.

But unlike other African countries where agricultural land is almost abandoned, Zimbabwe’s agriculture is ranked first on the African continent.

Every year, Zimbabwe produces enough food to monopolize half of Africa's food supply.

Under this kind of monopoly, there must be unimaginable profits.

As for minerals.

It is also the opposite of many African countries.

Zimbabwe has complete mining and processing procedures.

Exploration, mining, smelting, processing, and then into semi-finished products for sale around the world.

With its two basic resources, agriculture and mining, Zimbabwe can earn large amounts of foreign exchange every year.

Zimbabwe dollars to US dollars.

0.78 Zimbabweans to 1 US dollar.

In terms of per capita wealth alone, Zimbabwe's people's income ranks first in Africa, not far behind South Korea (South Korea), one of the four Asian tigers.

Zimbabwe is located in the southern hemisphere, and the end of January is the hottest summer of the year.

The sun in the sky burned the earth like a huge fireball.

In the air, heat waves can be seen with the naked eye as water vapor evaporates.

In this hot weather, everyone wants to stay in a cool room and not go out if possible.

Of course, it would be best if there is an air conditioner.

at noon.

It's the hottest time of the day.

It was at this time that several young Chinese men walked into the white segregated area of ​​Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe is a black country governed by white people.

Therefore, the appearance of several Chinese people here seems very eye-catching and abrupt.

These Chinese young people are not too old, about twenty-five years old.

Almost the same clothes and very similar body type.

They have dark skin and a small crew cut.

From the outside, they all look like ordinary young people.

However, these very ordinary young people have a temperament that is completely different from ordinary people.

Their steps were neat and uniform, even if each of them looked careless on the surface, the coordinated steps could still tell something to those who knew how to do it.

On Queen's Road, Harare.

one of the group suddenly asked.

"Controller Wu, why are you saying this is a black country, so why is it so much richer than our place? Look at our place, it's all ghosts, this is where people live."

The person who seemed to be leading the way stopped and spoke.

"Didn't I tell you that just call me Brother Long outside? Don't call me job title."

"Brother Long, you are more knowledgeable than us. Tell me, why are two countries so close to each other even though they are black people? Why is it that one is like heaven and the other is like hell?"

The person didn't mind being scolded,

He said with a playful smile.

‘Brother Long’ stopped and took a serious look at the city he had arrived in for the first time.

In this city, residential areas, commercial areas and industrial areas are well organized.

There are very few high-rise buildings in the residential areas, and they are all villas one after another.

The business district is relatively prosperous, dominated by British-style buildings. From modern shopping malls to large traditional markets and roadside vendors, all kinds of goods are as colorful as the city itself.

The largest SHOPPINGMALL in the city is no less big than some super shopping malls in New York, and its open, all-reinforced exposed architectural style is quite creative.

The most interesting thing is that most of the people here are very well-educated.

Gentle and polite, they hardly seemed to be in the same space as the other black nations they were in.

Passers-by, regardless of age or sex, would say hello or greet him with a smile when they passed by.

According to passers-by, Zimbabweans have received British education since childhood, so they attach great importance to personal cultivation.

Citizens shuttled through the streets and alleys in an orderly manner, and various vehicles drove quickly on the roads that were not very congested in accordance with the traditional British rule of "drive on the right and drive on the left."

All this is completely different from Zambia where they are and the Congo and Guinea they have been to.

‘Brother Long’ had to admit.

Compared to Harare, where they are is hell.

After observing for a moment, 'Brother Long' spoke.

“I heard these issues mentioned by chance when chatting with the team leader and the boss before.

The boss said that if black people are allowed to play politics and economics, God will laugh until his stomach hurts.

Please note that the inner city is mainly populated by white people, and the senior officials here are basically white people.

These white people occupy 70% of the wealth of the entire Zimbabwe.

That's why this place is so wealthy. "

"It seems to be true. Even the outer city is much better than our poor place. You said that white people have so much wealth, how could these niggas agree?"

"Why don't you agree? Look at the black people in other places. They don't have enough to eat every day and can't even afford clothes. Look at the black people here. They have cars to drive and live in big villas. Anyway, whoever manages them is just management. Why do you want to be worse than a dog?"

"Yes, it seems that the black people here are not that stupid. Look at our land, those niggas are stupider than pigs. So many people are starving to death and don't know how to farm. It's really A bunch of idiots.”

'Brother Long' sneered.

"You didn't listen to what our boss and group leader said.

Creatures like niggas are as lazy and stupid as dog shit. They don't understand what hard work and wisdom are at all. Look at how much land in Zambia is abandoned. If it were put in our hometown, how many people would be rushing to plant it. It would be better for those bullshit. They would rather starve to death than bother to plant it. This kind of shit needs no sympathy even after death. "

"Isn't it? It's really all bullshit."

"Okay, let's go do business now. He Liancheng and Chen Baizhou, follow me. For the rest, follow the plan."

"Yes, Chief of Staff."

This time, 'Brother Long' did not correct the title.

He raised his hand.

"start to act."

...

Standard Chartered Bank (Zimbawebu) Branch, 132 Queen's Road East.

From the president's office on the third floor, waves of charming voices came from time to time.

in.

President José Vinals sat on the sofa wearing a shirt.

On both sides of him were two charming women with completely different skin colors.

The one on the left is a woman with fair skin and blond hair.

She has a hot figure and an explosive figure unique to European and American women.

The slender legs are tight and elastic.

On the right is a dark-skinned black woman.

Her skin is delicate and smooth, and her lips are thick but not sexy. They are exactly José Vinals' favorite lip shape.

Because this allows him to get the most unique kind of pleasure.

Like many black women.

This young black woman has a round butt that drives many men crazy.

The round and straight shape can always arouse the most primitive impulses of human beings.

José Vinals sat in the middle, playing with the two beauties next to him from time to time.

The mixture of black and white is a perfect visual enjoyment.

The delicate and convex and concave feelings between the palms made José Vinals feel like he was in heaven.

For this, José Vinals is extremely lucky.

When Standard Chartered Bank was acquired, José Vinals felt that even if his global CEO couldn't continue his job, he could continue to serve in other banks.

As long as he has the ability, he is not afraid of being fired.

But that damn Robert Baden-Powell actually used chicken feathers as arrows, forcing him not to resign even if he wanted to.

What's even more disgusting is that the guy wanted to take revenge and kick him to hell.

The moment he heard that he was going to be sent to Africa to serve, José Vinals even wanted to die.

What is Africa.

That is the place closest to the magma of hell, where everything is ignorant and barbaric.

There, far away from civilization and luxury.

There, human souls will be scorched by the flames of hell.

Therefore, José Vinals' hatred for Robert roared like water from the underworld.

If possible, he really didn't want to go to a bad place like Africa.

However, facing a huge severance compensation of up to 2.6 million US dollars, José Vinals had to succumb.

Two hundred and sixty dollars in U.S. dollars.

If you sell him, you can probably get half of it.

Under the threat of high compensation, José Vinals had to pick up his luggage and rushed to New York to Africa in despair.

At that time, José Vinals only had hatred for Robert and deep despair in his heart.

But when he landed in Harare, he discovered that this place was not hell at all, but simply paradise.

Here, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

He can do whatever he wants without fear of complaint.

Here, he is like a chief, able to exercise supreme power.

Here, as long as he wants, he can get whatever he wants.

The price paid was just a small amount of money.

"oh..."

Under the extreme stimulation, José Vinals groaned subconsciously.

"Babies, you're awesome. I love you."

José Vinals lowered his head and gazed affectionately at the two beauties who were trying hard to please him.

He reached out and rubbed the blonde's head gently.

Then, he changed his hand and squeezed the black woman's smooth part hard.

So elastic and soft to the touch like satin.

Even heaven is nothing more than this.

"Baby, come on."

José Vinals patted the black woman's buttocks and motioned for her to sit on his lap.

then.

The two of them snorted softly together.

"Oh. Aishiva, you are amazing."

As a white man, José Vinals is very fond of the black woman in his arms.

The skin and figure that are completely different from those of white women always arouse his deepest impulses.

After hearing the compliment, Aishiva stood up regardless of what he was saying.

José Vinals couldn't bear to neglect the white woman. He hugged the white woman's neck and kissed her red lips hard.

The aura of luxury and decadence floated in the room.

José Vinals is in his paradise.

In this life, he just wants to stay here.

"Bang bang..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.

José Vinals was furious.

Being interrupted at this time, he simply had the intention to kill.

José Vinals roared.

"Damn it, who is it? I'm busy now, I'll talk about it later."

Unfortunately, José Vinals's rant was of no use at all.

No one answered him, but the damn knock sounded again.

"Bang bang..."

This time I was really angry.

In Harare, someone dared to ruin his good deeds at this time. He simply didn’t want to live anymore.

José Vinals cursed angrily.

"Damn it, listen to me, I'm busy with something right now, come back and look for me later."

This time, it worked.

Amid José Vinals's roar, the knocking on the door stopped.

José Vinals let out a long breath. He gently comforted the beauty in his arms with his hands, and motioned for her to continue the unfinished action.

The sense of interruption was reignited.

But before José Vinals could taste it carefully, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

A "pass" sound.

The locked office door was kicked open from the outside.

José Vinals is going crazy.

Especially when he saw the person he didn't recognize who kicked open the office door, he immediately felt the urge to take a gun and kill him.

In Harare, it is a capital offense to dare to break into the door of a bank president.

"Assholes, who are you? You dare to break into my office. Do you know who I am? Get out of here."

The visitor didn't move at all.

After glancing at the girl who was still straddling José Vinals, he spoke politely.

"Mr. Vinals, I suggest that you let your female companions put on their clothes first. I think our conversation needs to be delayed for a while. Your air conditioner is turned on too high. I'm afraid they will catch a cold."

"Damn bastards, who are you? Who will talk to you? Get out of here."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. Please forgive my rudeness. Mr. Vinals, I am Wu Dalong, captain and staff officer of Darkwater International. With this identity, I wonder if I can sit down and talk with you?"

"..."

José Vinals is scared.

After spending more than half a year in Harare, how could he not have heard of Darkwater International?

This is the most famous mercenary group in South Africa in the past year.

He came to prominence when he helped Guinea quell unrest, and a month ago he helped the Zambian government forces win a victory.

The limelight lasted for a while.

José Vinals really doesn't have the guts to act arrogant with such a hyena.

José Vinals was helpless.

He could only signal to his female companions to get dressed.

The guys at the door looked at him eagerly, and José Vinals was worried about what would happen.

The infamous hyena is capable of anything.

Fortunately, what José Vinals was worried about did not appear.

His female companions dressed successfully and left the room.

This made José Vinals feel relieved.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what you want from me. I need an explanation for barging into my office so rudely."

I have to say that José Vinals is very generous.

He was able to sit in the position of global CEO of Standard Chartered in the past, and his courage and courage were extraordinary.

Even though he knew that the person coming was from the Darkwater Mercenary Group, even though he knew that the person coming had a gun on him, he still spoke forcefully.

Even Wu Dalong secretly admired this.

If it were placed in China, I'm afraid the guy in front of me would faint from fear.

No wonder the boss values ​​this guy so much.

Under the questioning of José Vinals, Wu Dalong saluted with his legs together.

"Wu Dalong, captain and staff officer of Darkwater International, was ordered to come and cooperate with Vinals to complete the mission. Please forgive me if I offend you."

José Vinals was confused.

He didn't know the guy in front of him, and he had nothing to do with Darkwater International.

But why did this guy say that he was ordered to cooperate with him to complete the mission.

What a hell.

"Hey, let me ask, have you got the wrong person? I don't know you, and I have no dealings with Darkwater International."

"Are you Mr. José Vinals?"

"Yes, I am."

Wu Dalong shrugged.

"That's right. The order I received is to cooperate with you to complete the task. If you are the president of Standard Chartered Bank in Harare, that's right."

"..."

José Vinals blinked, he still didn't understand what was going on.

In the confusion of José Vinals, Wu Dalong patted his forehead apologetically and said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot the most important thing."

After Wu Dalong finished speaking, he took out a military encrypted phone from his body and handed it to José Vinals.

"You'll understand when you answer the phone later."

José Vinals took the satellite phone handed over by Wu Dalong in a daze.

Before two minutes, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.

"Ring ring ring..."

A quick ringing sound rang.

After Wu Dalong made a gesture of invitation, José Vinals pressed the answer button.

"Hi, Jos. This is George. If you can receive the call, it means that the people over there have arrived. Then I hope you will remember the next task."

The call was from Standard Chartered Global CEO George King.

This familiar voice suddenly made José Vinals feel frustrated and confused.

he growled and demanded.

"Damn George, please tell me clearly what is going on. What is Darkwater International and what mission, please tell me everything clearly."

"Oh, you don't know Darkwater International! Since you don't know, then wait until you know better before asking me this question."

José Vinals suddenly had a short circuit in his mind.

I'm just asking you because I don't know clearly. If I knew clearly, why would I ask you?

After a while, José Vinals realized that he had been tricked by George King.

"Damn George, tell me quickly what's going on. These barbarians suddenly broke into my office. Was it you who ordered them to avenge themselves?"

"My dear brother Joes, we are friends. How could I let others do such a thing? I think you must have misunderstood."

"..."

My surname is Vinals, your surname is Jin, what the hell are you and me brothers?

This damn bastard.

José Vinals gritted his teeth and made no sound.

But the banging sound allowed George King to clearly hear his anger.

On the other end of the phone, George King had a very embarrassed and proud smile on his face.

Then he shrugged.

"Okay, Joes, my brother. It seems that you really need to know about Darkwater International. But I can't tell you too much. You just need to know that Darkwater International only listens to the boss's orders. Come to your side. People cooperate with you to complete tasks and are responsible for protecting your safety."

"Boss? What boss?"

"Oh, Jos. You must have forgotten your identity. Which boss do you think you are? Who dumped you in Harare. I think you must be very satisfied with the paradise there!"

"You mean him, Zhao from Jushi Capital?"

"Jos, I have to remind you, please pay attention to your tone. Please use honorifics for our boss and call him boss or BOSS, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, he's just a young boy. With..."

José Vinals was speechless.

He suddenly found that the atmosphere in the room was somewhat solidified, and that solidification made him instinctively feel the crisis.

When he looked up, he found two people walking in front of him.

The eyes of those two people were as cold as looking at two dead people.

Amid the undisguised murderous intent in those two pairs of eyes, José Vinals shuddered.

He seemed to understand a little bit what George King's "otherwise" meant.

José Vinals has always felt that Jushi Capital was able to drive Standard Chartered to a loss because of luck.

He even suspected that George King and Jushi Capital had colluded to do that policy.

Joss has always deeply despised this.

As a banker, this kind of illegal and despicable means is what José Vinals despises the most.

But now, José Vinals discovered that that didn't seem to be the case.

From what George King meant, Darkwater International basically belonged to Jushi Capital.

Standard Chartered was acquired by Jushi Capital only half a year ago.

But more than a year ago, with the same luxury equipment as the US Navy SEALs, Darkwater International had already emerged on the African continent.

José Vinals' reaction was quick.

He pretended not to notice anything unusual in the room and laughed.

"George, what mission does the boss have?"

The depression in the room suddenly disappeared.

José Vinals breathed out secretly and cursed secretly.

Damn hyenas.

But the next moment, José Vinals' heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Oh, it's not a big task. The boss asked you to sell Zimbabwe."

Sold Zimba Webb?

What a joke.

How can a country just sell it?

Soon, George King lightly gave José Vinals a plan, which was this mission.

Then.

José Vinals feels like the world has gone crazy.

Damn it.

Is this really going to sell a country?

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