Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Struggle is an eternal topic of mankind.

As the media reported the beginning and end of the pound crisis from all angles, people at all levels in the UK had two extreme attitudes towards First International Capital and the Bank of England, which were at the core of this incident.

Some bureaucrats in the government and some traditional media felt very uncomfortable with the loss of the Bank of England and the victory of the international capital shorts. It was like being raped. Some media even referred to the day when the British pound was humiliated as "Black Wednesday" and "666 Devil Strikes" in order to obtain political correctness.

They need a scapegoat. Capital One, headed by Shen Jiannan, is the most convenient one. Who makes this guy the happiest jump?

"The result of a series of events is the breakdown of the system, the turbulence and the negative impact on the economy. We don't know the scale of the impact, but it will be very serious. Europe will fall into a severe economic recession, and German business will also be hit hard. The situation in France is not good... Turbulence is always bad. It may be good for a few people, such as international speculators like Shen Jiannan, but it is really bad for the economy."

"It undermines Europe's hopes. The chaotic monetary system may bring about serious crises and even wars."

"We don't know how many people will die because of this, but that number will all mean the disappearance of a life. This is the death caused by speculators. They are like vultures, devouring the flesh and blood of others."

A former French diplomat, Roland Thomas, also joined the attack on international short capital.

He said that Anglo-Saxon speculators—referring to global currency traders, such as Shen Jiannan and others—have dashed European hopes.

"You must see who is profiting from this sinful act."

"..."

Papa--

When British politicians, some media, and professors severely criticized international speculation, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers on the East Street of Canary Wharf made the area extremely noisy. The pungent smell of sulfur forced the policemen who received the call to the scene.

The firecrackers turned the surroundings into a battlefield filled with artillery fire, and the Sheriff John Nelson who got out of the car couldn't help frowning.

Across the thick gunpowder, you can see rows of flower baskets densely placed in front of a street-facing shop. It seems that the cause of disturbing behavior and pollution is the opening ceremony of a shop.

Often performing tasks in various districts, John Nelson knew that the fireworks and firecrackers would be set off at the opening, and it was only Chinese.

Really annoying guy.

John Nelson couldn't help complaining in his heart. He was chatting with a beauty who came to work at the police station. He suddenly received a call and had to call the police, but he wanted to solve this trouble. It felt really bad.

Just like walking into the battlefield, John Nelson took a cautious step, covering his face with his leather jacket, preparing to pass through the thick smoke and teach those troublesome guys some lessons.

If a Chinese dare to cause him so much trouble, don't teach them a lesson, wouldn't they think the British police are too idle?

Sure enough, his own verification was judged.

Through the billowing smoke and dust, John Nelson saw a disgusting oriental face. The neat suit, tie, Cheng Liang's leather shoes and white shirt all show that the guy in front of him is the master.

Otherwise, with the sloppy Chinese, it is impossible to wear such a formal dress.

"Hey! Let your people stop right away! These **** fireworks and firecrackers have disturbed others and caused serious pollution."

Stop?

Hearing John Nelson's yelling, Tang Dunhou turned his head and looked at it, like a looking idiot.

How can one not set off firecrackers when opening such a thing. If he dares to stop now, the boss dare to tell him to strip off and go naked.

"Hey. Did you hear that, I told you to stop, right away. Your firecrackers and fireworks have brought noise and pollution. According to relevant laws, I have the right to order you to stop and punish you."

Roaring!

John Nelson walked up to Tang Dunhou with an angry look on his face, showing the anger in his heart.

But then, he was startled.

money!

Several red banknotes with the Queen's portrait were handed to John Nelson.

￡50.

There are four in total.

For only a second, a sullen red appeared on John Nelson's face, and he felt that his dignity was greatly humiliated.

"You are so courageous, you actually dare to try to buy a sheriff, who gives you the courage and courage?"

With that said, John Nelson took out the handcuffs on his waist and prepared to capture Tang Dunhou. In the light of the sky, he dared to buy him, and he simply didn't put the dignity of the queen in his eyes.

"Didn't you say that we will be punished?"

With that, Tang Dunhou pulled out another handful of banknotes from his wallet, this time he was too lazy to count them, and passed them directly to John Nelson.

Guru--

John Nelson's Adam's apple squirmed in despair.

The thick stack of banknotes seemed to be as much as three thousand pounds at least, and he could smell the scent of ink even one meter away.

John Nelson can swear to God that he really doesn't want to take the money. He is a police officer attached to the Queen and is only managed by the Metropolitan Police Department and the City Police Department.

but......

Fine, it doesn't need so much.

No one can see it around.

The firecrackers continued to ring, and the sky over Canary Wharf, which was stained with billowing smoke, seemed to be covered by clouds.

Tang Dunhou has already left. John Nelson stood there looking at the sign hanging on the facade-Nanbo Bank, and suddenly felt that the world was different.

Papa--

With the sound of firecrackers shaking the mountains, Yulia Sidorov and Qina Kanowski stood with a black cloth over their eyes, standing in the vault on the first floor of the Nanbo Bank, with their beautiful faces It's a nervous, expectant smile.

They didn't know what Shen Jiannan wanted to do, and they didn't know where they were. The faintly audible sound of firecrackers made people seriously doubt whether they were on the battlefield.

Is it to punish us?

In the dark environment, the other two felt a little nervous instinctively, and couldn't help but wonder if Shen Jiannan would punish them.

That day, the lover was very dissatisfied and asked them if he was teaching him to do things.

Beside the two of them, Shen Jiannan was holding a glass of red wine and sipping slowly. Seeing the anticipation on their faces, there was a smirk in his eyes.

"Baby, you can open your eyes."

There was no expected punishment, no other things in speculation, Yulia Sidorov and Qina Kanowski didn't know whether to cheer or disappoint, and pulled away the blindfolded strips.

But seeing the indoor environment, the two of them stayed completely.

yellow!

Yellow is dazzling, yellow is stunned.

In a space of more than 300 square meters, there is a dense layer of golden bricks, which reflects dizzying dreamy colors under the illumination of lights~www.novelmtl.com~God! Is this all gold? "

"God! I have never seen so much gold."

Shen Jiannan smiled and put the wine glass on a building piled with gold bars, and stopped the waists of the two.

"Is it pretty?"

Woman, it's no different from dragon.

There is almost no immunity to things like gold.

Looking at the dreamlike golden floor tiles, Yulia Sidorov and Qina Kanowski saw almost only small stars.

"It's so beautiful, it's unimaginable."

"I can't believe it, these are all gold."

"You can try it. For example, let's lie down!"

Shocked looking at everything in front of him, as if being hypnotized, the three of them lay down on the ground together. A hard feeling came from behind, but I felt very comfortable lying on it, and it made my whole body become hot involuntarily.

Papa--

Gold is worthy of being the most conductive metal. With the symmetrically tiled gold floor, one can clearly feel the tremors brought by fireworks and firecrackers when lying on the ground.

The cold breath came from the skin on the back, but under the meaning of the golden yellow and gold, it made people feel that the whole body was hot.

I don't know how long it took before the huge impact of gold finally dissipated, and the three of them walked out of the vault hand in hand.

But for some reason, on the ground paved with gold bricks, several places seemed to be darkened. If you get closer, you will find that there seems to be a few water stains leaking from the ground out of thin air.

"Shen. Our bank is opened here. Wouldn't it be too bad for the location?"

"HSBC and Barings Bank are both world-renowned banks with a long history. We are so close to them, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete."