Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The day has tilted.

The huge red sun hangs on the horizon, holding the last light for this world.

At some point, Song Xiaodan fell asleep.

The fair face was full of rosy color, the blood vessels were clearly visible closed, and underneath were long upwardly curved eyelashes.

Shen Jiannan's eyes that shouldn't be sentimental flicked a trace of tenderness, gently pulled the wet hair away from her face, and kissed the delicate red lips.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

The tenderness in Song Xiaodan's bones opened a gap in Shen Jiannan's already sealed heart.

Quietly stood up, pulled up the quilt to cover the slender body, and only when he was sure that he did not disturb the sleeping person, did he slowly exit the room.

The United States is a country with a large area and sparsely populated areas, and the courtyards of villas are often very large.

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

Near the swimming pool, Tang Dunhou and Marat Shavic are having a habitual duel exercise.

No, it can't be said to be a pair training.

Are fighting each other.

The two didn't know if they were born at odds with each other. When they met, they had to learn from each other.

Flutter!

The two fists fisted and greeted each other's weakness.

But the strength of the two is half a catastrophe, one punch, the other one will definitely get a kick.

Shen Jiannan felt speechless.

Looking at the two guys with blue noses and swollen faces, they had to stop.

"You two wait a minute."

The boss stopped, and the two had to stop.

Tang Dunhou endured the pain on his eyelids and stared hard.

"Second. I'm not convinced."

"You wild monkey, you should be served."

Is this special, is it just basic love?

If it is not certain that the two are normal, Shen Jiannan seriously suspects that the two guys are fighting each other every day because they are strong men and lock men.

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

"Those **** died three..."

"..."

"..."

The US Federal Police has always been strong in law enforcement.

'Personally' saw a national woman being robbed and raped by more than a dozen blacks. The federal police were murderous and killed three on the spot. They were violent and sent others to prison.

Ken Seuss was taken away by the IRs, drug trafficking and tax evasion. With the strength of the US tax department, there is no suspense to sentence him to several years.

The result is quite satisfactory.

But if these people can be kept together, it will be more interesting.

ten minutes later.

Shen Jiannan's eyes flashed viciously, and he waved away the two noisy guys who were still staring at each other.

As a law-abiding person, his hands are always clean.

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

At night, land slowly.

As the moon hung on the branches, Yinhui 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 embraced Song Xiaodan in his arms.

The aged red wine in the glass is swaying with a strong aroma, and the beautiful woman in her arms is accompanied by a delicate fragrance, which is so powerful that Shen Jiannan can't tell whether it is drunk or intoxicated.

"Baby. How about we go and buy this place tomorrow?"

"Not good. It costs a lot of money."

"Isn't money just spent. Besides, this is our love nest, leaving our traces. I don't want to be defiled by others."

Do women like to listen to hooligans?

Of course it is unwilling.

But it was never the same in my heart.

Song Xiaodan shrank into Shen Jiannan's arms like a wombat.

How does she hope that the traces of the two will be defiled by others again.

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

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

"hate."

"Haha. How about using your credit card."

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

"Is there a funding problem recently? No, I ask my dad to think of a solution."

"If I go to your dad, he must want to kill me alive."

"He dare."

Song Xiaodan Xing's eyes were open and arrogant, and the cheeks looked at him slightly, very cute.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help but clicked on that cherry blossom.

"It's not a question of funding. I'm a man that your dad can't afford."

"Then why use a credit card? It costs more money."

"Yes, it just costs more money."

"..."

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 downturn comes, the financial industry is as precarious as other industries in addition to its appearance.

Although the exchange rate of the U.S. dollar has gradually stabilized amid the continued appreciation of the yen, Tsar Greenspan has repeatedly lowered interest rates, but the recovery of the industry is not an overnight effort.

Compared to six years ago, today's financial industry can only be said to have passed by.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Johnny Pitt continued his boring work every day as usual.

No one comes to buy large-value wealth management products, nobody comes to buy huge-value insurance policies, and there are no potential customers worthy of him.

It's terrible.

Finally, after the break time, he returned to the office, and he casually took a look at this week's performance.

What did he see?

-600000$

-530000$

-558000$

-.....

Total 10000000$

On some dim computer screens, a total of 10 million US dollars in consumption was counted on the top customer list.

Customer name, Jiannan Akiyama.

The corner of Johnny Pitt's mouth couldn't help but a smile, and his mood instantly became much more happy.

According to the bank's credit card instalment interest rate, he can get at least a 100,000 U.S. dollar commission for spending 10 million US dollars.

On the vast unmanned highway in Massachusetts.

A bright red Porsche was speeding along the road at high speed, followed by two sports cars of the same model in black and white. The three-two-horsepower sports car flashed past with the throttle sensation, and the passing vehicles were envied and scolded.

Damn rich man.

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

It is really difficult to spend 10 million dollars in a day in a place like the United States.

Three sports cars cost less than two hundred thousand dollars.

It's terrible.

Fortunately, that house is still worth a bit of money, so it makes people not that bad.

boom--

After driving around on the highway in a row, the car gradually returned to the city, and soon, the green manor house appeared in front of him.

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 with a smirk. Her legs were very soft, and under high-speed stimulation, her whole body was convulsed and could not stand, let alone get out of the car.

"Come on. I will hold you."

Song Xiaodan's starry eyes flashed, stretched out his arms, letting those strong arms hug him up. Feeling the powerful chest, she tilted her head, taking in the comforting temperature.

"Jiannan. You are gone, what do I want you to do?"

"Miss me, or miss me?"

"I hate it. People say it is serious."

"Good. I'm not serious."

"You are not serious."

"Just know. Would you miss me."

"Definitely. Or, don't go to this broken school, just go back with me."

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

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

Looking at those doting eyes, Song Xiaodan's heart was full of sweetness, she couldn't help but lift her neck up, asking for it from her lips close at hand.

"Jiannan. We are coming to Japan for a long time, so don't forget me when we return to China."

"What is the length of the coming Japanese party? Which one is coming? How long?"

"Necrosis you."

"..."

Shencheng, Huahai University Conference Room.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Tang Jiefang in the first seat, eyes full of deep excitement.

Ten million dollars.

If the school had this million dollars, wouldn’t it be...

Someone glanced at each other silently.

"Ahem, principal, you see that the academic research of our business school has been stagnant, this is 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 buildings, which makes people feel uneasy."

"Principal. There are a lot of new teachers who have not settled in the house yet. Do you think we should make this arrangement first. Teachers are the resources of our school. Without putting people's hearts, these young people can't settle down in teaching."

"..."

Tang Jiefang's face was as black as Coal.

The money hadn't arrived yet, so I asked for money one by one.

In my heart, unspeakable disgust.

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

This world is not black and white.

There are some things that can never be avoided no matter where they are.

"I understand what everyone said. But the money was donated by students who aided the DPRK, that is, Teacher Xiao Shen. For the specific purpose, do you think it is time to ask Teacher Xiao Shen's opinion?"

"..."

Everyone stopped talking, some were looking at each other in embarrassment, others looked ugly, and even more people looked at their hearts and minds, as if it had nothing to do with themselves and just watch the developments.

Everyone knew that Tang Jiefang wanted to use this incident to help his protégés to prove their names.

He Yuanchao, a taboo of Huahai University.

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

After completing three years of professional experience accumulation, he rejected the 2 million annual salary offered by the investment bank, and returned to China to establish a major in financial economics at Huahai University.

But a year ago, the students left the school amidst the inexplicability, leaving only a short recommendation letter.

The outside world has been talking about this.

Some people say that it is because He Yuan Korea was squeezed out by the school. Some people say that He Yuan Korea was corrupted by American capitalism and could not stand the hard life in China.

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

People who know the specific truth are inexplicable.

Because of this matter, there is no final conclusion. The girl who reported He Yuan Korea later went abroad and took the letter of introduction from the school to study abroad at public expense.

But the letter was not delivered by He Yuanchao.

There was no sound in the huge conference room~www.novelmtl.com~ Someone could not help but quietly looked at the vice-principal Jia Zheng who was sitting under Tang Jiefang.

About fifty years old, with fair complexion and needless face, wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit with glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks quite righteous. But everyone who knows the inside story knows that the girl who reported having a relationship with He Yuan Korea later was able to study abroad at public expense, and that was the place Jia Zheng gave her.

Many people actually have speculation about what the situation is.

After being urged by everyone's eyes, Jia Zheng couldn't help but scolded his mother, but he was used to being polite, and there was no expression on his face.

"Ahem... Teacher Xiao Shen's love for the school, everyone can see. But the development of our school, our school has its own planning, can not just because he wants to donate money, can decide Our school affairs.

In that way, what is the difference with capitalists? Let this kind of ethos be passed on in the school, and people outside know how to think of our school? "