Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 639 Step Two: Drawing Hatred

Swire Bank, first floor.

In a large client room.

Snapped!

A big chubby hand slapped on the white negotiation table, making the business manager tremble violently.

"Stop chirping, hurry up, I want to withdraw money, all the money in the account!"

The business manager glanced at the fat middle-aged man opposite him, and then at the few burly men behind him who were carrying empty black travel bags. He said weakly: "But Mr. Lin, that's more than 40 million." Na!"

"What's wrong? Did I not call in advance or what? You guys set the rules. I made an appointment in advance according to the rules. How dare you not let me mention it?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." The business manager waved his hands repeatedly, "I just want to say, Mr. Lin, you can't believe what is said in the media. Why did you mention so much money at once?"

"Leave me alone?!"

business manager:"……"

After being scolded so badly and risking being beaten if he stayed any longer, he had no choice but to leave the room and apply to his superiors.

Walking along the row of corridors in the big customer area, the young business manager's scalp was numb. There were people in every room. The "treatment" his colleagues received was similar to him. The sounds of banging the table and cursing came to his ears from all directions. .

These Chinese bosses are all "rebellious".

Groups of people came to their bank to withdraw money, and they all "withdrawn money".

The young business manager had also heard about "Quinlan" for a long time, but he didn't expect their influence to be so great.

I sighed secretly: As expected of a giant, it seems that his knowledge of the capital circle is still too limited.

Arrive at your immediate boss’s office, oh! Good guy, it’s crowded. A bunch of colleagues were applying to the boss Philip with grim faces - the savings quota was directly linked to their salary.

Philip was sitting on the black leather boss's chair, his brain was a little down. When he saw another subordinate walking in the door, his eyes turned black and he asked: "Anan, how much does the poor Mr. Lin need to pay?"

"All, forty-three million."

goo—

The pulleys of the boss's chair rolled, and Phillip almost fell off.

Another 43 million. How can the bank have so much cash? I made a call and said I wanted to withdraw money. I didn’t even wait for what the customer service said and rushed over. Still, they rushed over like a swarm of people. It’s terrible!

They were all big clients, powerful guys, and he couldn't offend them... Just when Philip was in a panic and was at his wits' end, several white faces appeared at the door that he usually didn't look at, but now he looked at them with extremely "pretty" white faces. . Phillip stood up awkwardly, pushed aside a bunch of men and squeezed out.

"President, vice president, supervisor..."

Philip called people one by one. Then he was called to another empty office nearby by several old men from the Shi Huaiya family.

The door was closed, and a group of British guys discussed for a while. Finally, we came to the conclusion: we still need to arrange all withdrawals to meet customer needs.

Swire is currently facing an unprecedented crisis of trust. If it refuses withdrawals from major customers for any reason at this time, it will only worsen the situation and make the situation develop further in a bad direction.

"You go ahead and delay it as long as possible. We will find a way to raise cash immediately."

After Phillip left, the two red landline phones in the office were seized one after another——

After the completion of the "Quinlan" business, Swire Bank's cash flow was almost wiped out. Now it can only be raised from other banks or institutions with good relationships.

"Hebrew, you did a good job!"

"Oh, dear Allen, it hurts my heart so much when you talk like this. Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for the family? Didn't we already analyze that 'Quinlan' will take revenge in our discussions? It's expected. So why worry about it?"

Hebrew Schweizer said calmly: "It's just a withdrawal of money, and it won't cause much loss. Believe me, the Chinese have no memory. When the storm passes and we slightly increase the interest rate on savings, they will still give away the money." return."

Allen snorted lightly and did not scold him again. He obviously agreed with this statement.

In fact, it works every time.

Swire Bank's cash flow is indeed tight now, but some of them are financial assets. These assets are enough to allow them to "borrow" large amounts of funds from other financial institutions. From Hebrew's perspective, dealing with this "little matter" is not a problem at all.

After all, it was just a clown's trick when the person named Li made such a fuss.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Phillip left and came back, looking panicked and saying: "Mr. Liu, who loves beauty, is here too!"

"Aimei Gao? Liu Luanxiong?"

"He, what is he doing?"

"Same, withdraw all cash!"

"This...he has more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars in deposits in our bank, right?"

Phillip nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Alan glared at Hebrew again. The latter frowned and said, "I'll go see you."

Hebrew invited Liu Luanxiong to his office on the third floor. After asking the hot Chinese female secretary to bring tea, he sat on the main seat of the European-style sofa, looked at the single seat next to him with a smile and said:

"In my opinion, Mr. Liu is a very independent person. How can he follow the trend? Do you really believe the untrue statements in the media?"

Liu Luanxiong smiled slightly and said: "We Chinese have an old saying that we would rather trust what we have than what we don't. For the sake of financial security, I believe you can understand."

These words that did not give face made Hebrews look very unhappy.    Just a young rich man who has just entered the 100 million yuan club, okay, let you raise it, so what?

In the afternoon, another rich man came to the door, and it was this rich man who made the top executives of Swire Bank panic and come forward. This person is Zheng Yutong, a jewelry tycoon in Hong Kong City.

The "New World Development Company" he owns has savings deposits of up to HK$6.8 million in Swire Bank.

The purpose of Zheng Yutong's trip is the same as that of many wealthy Chinese people: to withdraw all the deposits in Swire Bank.

Resolute attitude!

It doesn't matter how the senior management of Swire Bank does their jobs.

That night, in the early hours of the morning, the seven-story building of Swire Bank was still brightly lit. In the executive conference room on the third floor, a meeting lasted for a full five hours.

The crisis of confidence in their bank caused by "Quinlan" is more serious than imagined.

I always feel like something is wrong.

However, considering that it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and at the same time, I did not hear any other disturbances, and I could not discuss the reason.

Carry it!

The bank's board of directors decided to temporarily increase deposit interest rates.

After all, the bulk of the bank's savings come from the people who accumulate a small amount of money. As long as they are stabilized, the basic market can be stabilized. As for these little people, giving them a little profit is enough to pass them off.
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Time moves back to evening.

Victoria Peak, Manor No. 31 Polo Road.

The fiery red light shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor of the main building and falls on the European-style sofas and Persian carpets in the living room.

Li Jiankun was sitting alone on the long sofa. The wealthy brothers were like wooden stakes poking at both sides of the sofa. On the shorter double sofa next to him, two men, one thin and one fat, were sitting.

The thin man handed over a manuscript of letter paper with both hands, "You can take a look."

This guy is an acquaintance. He went to Yuen Long with Li Jiankun and others to investigate the jeans factory of Hong Hong Group. Later, he wrote an emotional and chest-pounding report, which was very effective.

Liu Jingyan, who had brought them here just now and was going to stay here for dinner, was showing concern for several female relatives on the second floor. Her evaluation of him was: he wants money rather than his life.

The fat man next to him is also not afraid of trouble. This person is the editor-in-chief of "The People", a Chinese-owned newspaper in Hong Kong City, named Xu Liangmin.

Named "The People", this newspaper is really loved by ordinary people in Hong Kong City. Its solid mass base has made it one of the top ten mainstream newspapers in Hong Kong City in just two years since its establishment in 1981.

Li Jiankun took the manuscript and said with a smile: "I am convinced of reporter Jiang's writing style."

"Hehe, it's okay."

Li Jiankun read the entire 800-word manuscript word for word, and was very satisfied - I cannot compare to his talent, so I must admire him.

After reading this article once, anyone with a little bit of national sentiment will probably be unable to help but spit at the two big characters in the title.

"Editor Xu, please."

Li Jiankun handed the manuscript to Xu Liangmin, who waved his hands with a smile and said righteously: "That's right. Let alone Li Sheng's grandeur, even from the point of view of being a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, this period of history should not be buried. .”

"Well said!"

The next morning, the freshly released "Common People" reached thousands of households in Hong Kong through various channels such as postmen, newspaper sales offices, and newspaper sellers.

Liu Deyuan, who lives on Fengsheng Street in Clear Water Bay, is nicknamed "Niu Lao". He has dealt with cattle all his life and inherited his ancestral business and opened a Chaoshan beef restaurant on the street.

When the sun was rising, Niu Lao had already brought the ingredients he had gone to the market to buy early in the morning into the kitchen. The helpers were handling them. He brewed a pot of "Yanxishan Baimaojian" from his hometown, sat down at an empty table in the restaurant, and took some Pick up the newspaper that arrived this morning.

Ok?

"What happened to me in Chaoshan?"

Today's front page of the "Baixin" newspaper attracted Niu Lao's attention. When he looked down with interest, he became angrier and angrier. The purple clay pot covered with tea stains in his hand made a slight sound. , almost not crushed.

"It's unreasonable to treat me, a Chaoshan man, as a human being and sell me like a pig!"

"God damn the British devils, how many of my fellow villagers have been killed!"

Niu Lao cursed loudly and his face turned red. He really didn't know this part of history. He had never heard of it in all these years. It seemed like there was a big hand secretly trying to cover it up. But the newspaper had solid evidence. Even the coins issued by the abominable family in his hometown - the seven-red ticket - were written clearly, and it was impossible to make false claims.

"The Yan family shovel, I also deposited money at their house!"

"I'm so damn shameless to face my ancestors!"

After scolding him, Niu Lao stood up angrily, and after explaining to the kitchen, he leaned on his little Suzuki who was about to fall apart, and hurriedly went to do something.

Although he wanted to hit someone now, his reason made him understand that he was unable to compete with that family. All he could do was: not make a dime for them!

Niu Lao not only goes there by himself, but after meeting acquaintances along the way, he will also work hard to promote it and rally them together.

As we all know, the Lingnan area has a strong clan consciousness, and many people still live together in groups even after passing through Hong Kong. Moreover, the vast majority of residents in the port city migrated from the Lingnan area, such as the Chaoshan area.

"Man Niu, I remembered what you said, and I even bought their stocks."

"Fuck, sell it quickly! You can't have any sense of shame or backbone. How much money can you make? Can't we just make it?"

The entire Fengsheng Street became noisy under the leadership of Niu Lao, and such scenes were happening in many places in Hong Kong City at the same time.

In fact, most of the older generation of Hong Kong people have always been concerned about the mainland and their homeland. They are not forgetful, but many public opinions are controlled. As people living at the grassroots level, they often do not receive news that is unfavorable to the capital plutocrats.

(End of this chapter)