Rebirth of Xiangjiang: Across the World

Chapter 295
"500 million salary, 1% net income dividend."

Zheng Yaoyang saw that Wade had concerns, so he directly revealed the benefits that were second only to Rogers.

1% net income is already the treatment only for top Wall Street fund managers, for a person who has been away from the investment industry for a long time.

In doing so, Zheng Yaoyang undoubtedly bought a horse bone with a lot of money.

He paused, and then said, "I forgot to tell you, the total assets are 18 billion U.S. dollars."

Wade showed a helpless smile. It was really hard for him to refuse, not only the generous reward, but also Zheng Yaoyang's trust.

He raised his coffee cup and said with a smile, "Do you Chinese people call this replacing wine with tea?"

Zheng Yaoyang also raised the coffee and said with a smile: "Mr. Wade, it should be said that coffee is used instead of wine."

"same."

Wade gradually restrained his smile and quickly entered the working state: "What do I need to do?"

Zheng Yaoyang took out the relevant information, handed it to the other party and said: "SAS, Tiger and other research institutions jointly short the Japanese economy, including the National Congress, and the political aspect is none of our business."

"How should we maximize our interests in this feast of speculation."

"You heard that news, it's not a rumor, the short-selling index will be launched soon."

He still vaguely remembers that the Nikkei short-selling index was launched on the New York Stock Exchange in mid-January.

Under normal circumstances, when a new index is launched, it will be announced in advance to attract the attention of investors and raise funds.

But this time is different, it went online quietly, but raised hundreds of billions of dollars in a very short period of time.

Many investors don't even know that the newly launched short-selling index has stopped buying.

When they reacted, the Nikkei slanted downward, plummeting from 38900 to 24500.

The financial market with a total market value of more than 7 trillion US dollars has evaporated nearly [-] trillion US dollars in a month.

This huge sum of money naturally flowed into the pockets of those investment institutions.

Zheng Yaoyang performed reverse deduction from the events that have happened in the future.

It is not difficult to guess that the index is launched for the license, so that they can reasonably and legally short the Nikkei index.

Wade's task is to clear up the relationship in these few days so that Zheng Yaoyang can also participate in this feast.

Wade frowned and didn't understand. It stands to reason that if Zheng Yaoyang came forward in person, the effect might be better.

Zheng Yaoyang had no choice but to smile wryly, and recounted how he was kicked out of Japan's financial market in the first place.

Wade was speechless: "You are too greedy."

Zheng Yaoyang laughed: "It's not that I'm greedy, it's that my strength is too weak."

If he has enough strength to challenge Wall Street institutions, he will not be easily driven away.

Even if they want to drive him away, Wall Street institutions have to weigh whether to offend the forces behind him.

It was also because of this incident that Zheng Yaoyang realized the power of unity, and fighting alone cannot achieve success.

Wade is silent, wealth status, and the country behind it are all a kind of strength.

The former two, Zheng Yaoyang, are both qualified and capable, but the country behind them is not strong enough.

The two chatted for a long time, and Wade also understood Zheng Yaoyang's appeal. Zheng Yaoyang could only provide financial support, and he had to rely on himself for everything else.

Wade glanced at the time. There were still four hours left in today's working hours. He pondered for a moment and said, "Give me 500 million first, and I'll go buy a fund."

Without hesitation, Zheng Yaoyang wrote a check worth $500 million and handed it to Wade.

Wade flicked the check, and a crisp sound came from the special paper: "Just wait for my good news."

Woodpecker was established in Xiangjiang, and they need to re-establish a fund on Wall Street.

The fund review process is too cumbersome, the best way is to directly acquire one and borrow their shell.

US$500 million on Wall Street is barely enough to acquire a small fund company, saving a lot of time.

Zheng Yaoyang drank his coffee and watched Wade leave in a hurry, with a smile on his face. He has always believed in professional matters, and they should be handled by professional people.

He has money, others have channels, perfect!

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang left the coffee shop and waited for Amy to finish class at the school gate.

As early as many years ago, he had heard that the skin of black people was the smoothest, but he never had the chance to try it.

The main reason is that the black genes are too strong, even if there are multiple generations of mixed blood, they still retain the characteristics of the race.

There are really very few blacks with exquisite facial features like Amy, whose appearance fits the aesthetics of Asians.

Now that you have encountered it, there is no reason to miss it.

After a while, Amy walked out of the school gate, stood on the side of the road and looked around, and saw the Rolls Royce Zheng Yaoyang was riding on, but quickly looked away.

Zheng Yaoyang was puzzled, opened the car window and waved to her: "Amy, here."

Amy was taken aback for a moment, then trotted over and looked at the car: "It looks like a car that middle-aged people would ride in."

Zheng Yaoyang couldn't help laughing, no wonder she just glanced at it and then looked away.

In her impression, he should be driving an exaggerated American muscle car.

Zheng Yaoyang opened the car door, Amy entered the car, looked at the crowd who had been watching not far away, and said with a smile: "Those students should think that I am a mistress, and I am next to a rich old man."

Zheng Yaoyang smiled and asked jokingly, "Then do you care about their eyes?"

Amy shook her head and smiled freely: "I don't care. It's just that I'm still a little disappointed. The plan to sit in the co-pilot and drag racing fell through."

Zheng Yaoyang smiled slightly, and told the driver to go to Prinx Street in Manhattan.

Arriving at the building where Zheng Yaoyang lived, Amy glanced at him and said with a strange expression: "Zuoan, is it too early for us to go home now?"

"what are you thinking about?"

Zheng Yaoyang took her by the wrist and took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Because it is the most upscale apartment in New York, each resident has its own garage.

If he remembered correctly, the three sports cars he had when he was in school were still parked in the underground garage.

"Ford Mustang?"

"Porsche 911?"

"Lamborghini Jalpa P350..."

When the elevator door opened, Amy couldn't help covering her mouth and exclaiming. Three sports cars of different colors parked quietly in the garage.

It's just that it was covered with thick dust, she looked at Zheng Yaoyang with a look of disgust, "Have you stopped for two years?"

Zheng Yaoyang walked aside, opened the vent, thought for a while and said, "If I remember correctly, it's 18 months to be precise, less than two years."

In June 1988, their family returned to Xiangjiang, and it has indeed been less than two years.

"My God, what a waste, the batteries of these cars should be dead."

Amy was distressed, so she took off her coat decisively, looked for tools in the garage, and seemed to be planning to use electricity to start a fire.

Zheng Yaoyang stood aside, looked at her skilled operation and asked: "Do you like sports cars very much?"

"Don't you think, these are works of art?"

Without looking up, Amy is skillfully using tools and is charging the gas cylinder of the car.

She didn't care about the dust on the car, and followed the lines of the car body, touching from the front to the rear of the car, gently stroking as if treating a loved one.

Zheng Yaoyang chuckled: "Few girls would like the charm of industrial machinery so much."

Amy showed her teeth, and said with a full face, "After graduating next year, I plan to go to the Automotive Industry School in Munich to study and learn relevant information."

"Maybe one day in the future, you can still see my voice on the racing track."

Zheng Yaoyang opened the side door of the garage, which leads to his father's wine cellar, took out a bottle of red wine of unknown age, poured it into a goblet, and handed it to Amy: "I really hope to see that day come."

"I also hope that."

Amy showed a smile, raised her glass and drank it down, suddenly sticking out her tongue, her brows frowned: "It's so sour."

Zheng Yaoyang laughed in astonishment, and took a sip: "Maybe it's because you haven't woken up from the bar, or maybe it's expired."

"..."

Amy glared, stretched out her hand and said, "Where's the key to this car? I'll try to see if I can start it."

Zheng Yaoyang threw the car keys to her, Amy ignited the ignition a few times, and the sports car let out a low roar.

Sitting in the car, she waved to Zheng Yaoyang excitedly: "Get in the car, Zuo An, I'll take you for a ride."

(End of this chapter)