Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The early morning air is very good.

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

The trees under the colorful colors meet the morning glow, and they are also very beautiful. The fish in the clear river water are full of vitality. Along the river, step on a small bridge and let the breeze blow the Buddha's cheeks, which makes people feel Can't help but feel particularly comfortable.

"The sun is in the sky, and the flower smiles at me, carrying the dynamite bag, and happy to go to school..."

Along the way, Shen Jiannan hummed humming lyrics,

Song Xiaodan was amused and giggled. There was a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of smiles. The feeling of happiness was self-evident.

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

The villa was not far from the school, and it didn't take long for the two to reach the school gate.

Song Xiaodan had a must-attend defense in the morning. She loosened her arms and straightened Shen Jiannan's jacket.

"Jiannan. If you feel bored, go around at school, and I will go to you when I finish my defense."

"It's okay, I'll just wait for you at the door. By the way, I will study a new method of action. It won't be boring."

"What is the point of action?"

Song Xiaodan asked with doubts in his eyes.

"Uh... just..."

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

"Hey! Who makes you so good-looking is always fascinating. Men are difficult, men are so difficult, men in the daytime, men in the night are hard!"

Song Xiaodan's face was instantly dizzy.

"Hate. It's obviously difficult for others."

"Haha!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Song Xiaodan's charming eyes were extremely resentful, and he bit his lips and muttered.

"Big villain. I don't want to care about you!"

"..."

"I'm going in, don't run around."

"Hmm. I'll wait for you."

"..."

Is this the feeling of being in love?

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

Soon it was time for classes, and many young men and women walked or frolicked into the school.

European and American girls of this age are the most beautiful age in their lives. With sprinting or playing, driven by 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 enjoying the beautiful scenery of the school, and he was very happy.

But... disgusting guys always show up.

A white student broke away from the crowd going to the school and stepped forward to Shen Jiannan.

Ken Hughes.

Under the shining of Chenhui, the golden hair exudes golden light, and the three-dimensional features make people feel annoying at first glance.

"Boy. This is America. I advise you to stay away from Song. You, a **** poor ghost, will bring disaster to her."

Huh boom!

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

An irritation flashed in Ken Hughes' eyes.

Shen Jiannan's eyes looked like looking at the air, which made him feel very upset.

Let you be arrogant again, I see how you die today.

"Boy. I advise you to be careful."

"Fool!"

"Water?"

"..."

The good mood was destroyed a little bit. After Ken Xius stared and left, Shen Jiannan picked up the phone and dialed out.

Seaport District, Merrill Lynch Bank.

Johnny Pitt was sitting in his office, flipping through the Wall Street Journal delivered in the morning. Soon, an Indian man dragged a tray and brought morning coffee to everyone.

The coffee is very rich and fragrant, and if you swallow it, you feel refreshed.

Bell Bell Bell——

Johnny Pitt's personal phone rang.

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

"Hello. This is Pete."

"Mr. Pete, hello. This is Jiannan Akiyama."

Oh!

God.

Johnny Pitt exclaimed in his heart.

He has already received a performance commission of one hundred thousand dollars this week for the sales of 100 million US dollars of national debt, and only yesterday he exchanged for the latest Mercedes-Benz.

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

"Oh. A little bit. There is a guy named Ken Hughes. I think you can help me solve it. Well, a student from Boston University..."

"..."

How much energy do bankers have in the United States?

Just look at the tax.

For the most powerful tax agency in the United States, funds also need to flow in banks.

When I hung up the phone, Johnny Pitt made a call immediately, and after a while, he received a personal message from the Boston Police Department in his mailbox.

time flies.

At about eleven in the morning, Song Xiaodan happily ran out of the college.

Obviously, the reply went smoothly.

Shen Jiannan stood up and went straight to meet him.

"The reply went smoothly."

"Yeah. It's not too difficult."

"My baby is really amazing. Look at the students, all of them are downcast. No wonder people say that good people are good everywhere."

Woman, who can stand Shen Jiannan's sweet talk like this.

Being rounded and praised, Song Xiaodan's charming teeth were full of smiles.

"I hate it. I'll play tricks."

"I can't do anything. You always say don't don't do anything else, what can I do."

"Don't tell me, let me kill you again."

"..."

The two were frolicking, chasing, and following the people coming and going, walked out of the school gate.

Ken Seuss stared at the backs of the two with gloomy eyes, and followed them unhurriedly, as if watching a good show.

After the school gate, the surrounding environment gradually became quieter. Song Xiaodan took Shen Jiannan and walked happily toward the Charles River. There were fewer and fewer people around. The clear rivers and towering trees interlaced correspondingly, which made people feel very relaxed.

It's really self-inflicted and can't live.

The environment here is quiet and there are few people around, there is no better place for the **** to do it. When those guys finish the robbery, get rid of that nasty mess, and save the beauty by themselves, then...

Looking at the back of the two holding hands, Ken Husse was full of vicious intentions.

Based on his knowledge of black people, he believed that he could get tens of thousands of dollars for nothing, and that gang of **** would definitely not care about it.

But gradually, Ken Seuss felt something was wrong.

He said he would look for a chance to follow the two behind them, why the **** **** hadn't appeared yet, and now in broad daylight, they would not lose sight of them.

Eastern suburbs, slums.

Seven or eight heavily armed Boston police officers pointed their guns at a dozen black men.

In the corner of the wall, a gorgeously dressed white woman with a fair complexion 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 her tears.

"Woo-Ooo- Officer Mike, oooo- I was just passing by, and they rushed out and snatched my wallet and raped me. Fortunately, this gentleman passed by and saved me."

This is okay.

If a woman in her own country encounters this kind of treatment, it will be filled with indignation.

John Mack almost breathed fire in his eyes, comforting the victim, and holding the Remington shotgun in his hand, he walked to the black man who was kneeling on the ground and daring not to move.

Feeling the anger and murder of John Mack, Tony kneeling on the ground was full of fear, he hurriedly defended.

"Mr. Officer. Don't listen to her nonsense, we don't..."

John Mike didn't bother to listen to any excuses. The Eastern Suburbs was his jurisdiction. He had worked here for eight years, and he knew how nasty these **** **** were.

Eighty percent of **** cases are done by these niggers. Almost all the thefts are also done by these guys. Before night, as long as you encounter hordes of **** roaming the streets, then It is definitely looking for a target to carry out the robbery.

Laziness and laziness are rooted in their genes. They don't like work, they always like to get something for nothing, and even bring fearful AIDS.

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

flutter--

The **** of the gun collided with his head, and blood flowed out of Tony's head instantly.

"FucK, you scums and maggots, dare to commit crimes in my jurisdiction, you **** trash..."

Pounce, pounce, pounce!

John Mack cursed and kept beating until he did not know the life or death of the black man named Tony, and the anger in his heart did not diminish.

What a beautiful girl was almost ruined by this rubbish. As an American, how could he let it go.

Holding the blood-stained Remington, John Mack aimed at another black man.

what!

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

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

But, he forgot where it was.

boom!

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

No one prevents anything.

As a police officer in a slum, no one hates these dirty and lazy garbage that brings viruses and crimes.

Sometimes, they cannot even understand why the law should protect this natural maggot.

it's good now.

Since they are all smuggled **** and dare to escape, they must have chosen to escape after committing a major crime. Being beaten to death is worthy of the crime.

On the Charles River, a secluded path.

Ken Seuss looked at Malat Shavitch who didn't know where he came from like hell, his eyes were full of horror.

Because behind Marat Savage are two IRs investigators with black suits and serious faces.

Ken Seuss couldn't understand how he provoke IRs at all. He only knew that the tax evasion of selling drugs was discovered by IRs.

"Hi! Man, are you waiting for those niggers?"

"To tell you the unfortunate news, they probably won't come."

For an instant.

Ken Seuss's beautiful pupils shrank together.

He understood a lot of things.

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

In the style of IRs, he repeatedly evaded taxes for drug trafficking at school, and the at least five years in prison waiting for him may even be a punishment heavier than murder.

That's it!

"Oh Maika! Boss. You can't imagine how terrible Soviet banking services are. The staff are all Obasan with money and trembling faces, and he scowls and even scolds customers.

Oh, God. I am ashamed of them being together. "

"I think we only need to hire some handsome guys and beautiful beauties to win in service."

"..."

In a villa on the Charles River.

Shen Jiannan took the satellite phone and sat on the wooden chair in the courtyard with his legs folded, and Robert John's exaggerated voice kept coming from the receiver.

The development of Nanbo Bank is going smoothly.

With the help of Sidorov ~www.novelmtl.com~ Nanbo Bank obtained a full loan from the Bank of the Soviet Union with 100 million US dollars of national debt.

That is, 450 million rubles.

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

Spitting out the smoke, Shen Jiannan knocked twice on the table.

"Turnip. It's a beautiful job. You can invite any beauties you want."

"Boss. This is for work."

"OK. It's for work, for work. But I think that in addition to better services than Soviet banks, we can also increase interest rates a little bit, so that it will be easier to attract depositors."

"..."