Great Entrepreneur of the Universe

Chapter 181 As a senior police officer

Following Paul's words, Wang Shouliang was still thinking when he saw Huo Jingliang, who was two steps away, taking a long breath of cold air and said, "Yalun Capital has suffered a lot from short selling? But it's a bit cruel to blame others for passing the blame."

"Once a fake knife is found in Tsukamoto Building that looks like a real one, it will have a serious impact on the company's image and credibility."

"In this case, we can continue to short."

Ye Rongtian blinked and said a little confused, "I have a question. You lost a lot of money this time by short selling. In just a few days, you can come up with a large number of fake knives that look like real ones?"

"Is it so easy to play with fake knives?"

Huo Jingliang's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Yalun Gui guy must have started making fake knives a long time ago. It is probably to defend the pound sterling war and take back the reserves of American knives in various places. After suffering too many losses, he started to use fake knives to disrupt market."

"In response to Tsukamoto Club's failure to speculate on the big short position, I became angry and wanted to trick Tsukamoto Club and make short profits again."

Wang Shouliang couldn't help but laugh a little. He felt that what Lao Huo said should be the truth. The next moment he raised his glass and took a sip. Mr. Wang shook his head and said, "Everyone knows that although the Tsukamoto Building is the hometown of the Tsukamoto family, this nest now, The Tsukamoto family can’t even protect themselves.”

"But they were let in and out at will by the Hong Kong police and tough gangsters..."

"You found a large number of fake knives in Tsukamoto Building, but they actually didn't have much impact on the stock market."

Don’t forget that Tsukamoto Co., Ltd. was listed in Tokyo, and the basis for whether it is optimistic about its market value or not is also the Japanese Japanese investors.

Anyone with a normal IQ can basically tell the current situation of the Tsukamoto family on Hong Kong Island.

The news of the discovery of fake knives spread across East and Southeast Asia. The fundamental factor that influenced the rise and fall of Tsukamoto's stock price was the Japanese... Sanjing arranged for the media to publicize and complain.

What if everyone knew that the Tsukamoto family was wrongly accused? ? The impact of this news is really average.

Unless the FBI and CIA officially come to a high-profile end and seize Tsukamoto's assets in the counterfeit knife case, once those North American ghosts take action, the market value of Tsukamoto Club will collapse.

The next moment, Wang Shouliang looked at Paul, "Can Yinlun Capital contact Wall Street? If Wall Street pushes it, North America will officially use a big knife. Only by continuing to short-sell will they make a lot of money."

Paul shook his head, "I don't know about that, I'm not at a high level yet."

Wang Shouliang shook his head, "Then don't rush into things, I also want to inquire about the news."

The Tsukamoto short-and-long war that was started by him in the first place has now ended up with Yan Lun Capital without realizing it. It is not clear yet whether Wall Street has tried to stir up trouble and make small profits.

Then let the fake knife fly for a few more days.

Wang Shouliang took a sip of wine and added again, "Actually, the fake knives found in Tsukamoto Building have limited influence. They are far less influential than the large number of fake knives found at Tsukamoto headquarters in Tokyo, as well as gravure printing machines, acid-free paper, and fake... The knife and electric panel arrived properly."

"Once that happens, the CIA will definitely come to an end. For the sake of funds, the CIA's initiative to cultivate fans and cultivate fans is just a basic act, let alone such a great thing happening to them??"

"It's not difficult to go talk to the person who asked you to do the work and ask him for a favor fee."

Such an arrangement is definitely far beyond what Paul can do, but there are people who can do it, such as Wang Bao, such as Hall, Short and other Gray Wolf teams, such as the Moscow Mafia, and even the North American Big Head Soldier.

Paul was overjoyed and thanked him, "Thank you very much, sir, for the reward."

The good man is willing to talk to him and let him earn a little favor fee. When he asks for money, he can straighten his back.

Huo Jingliang felt that his head was severely shaken again. He took a big sip of wine and asked, "Master Liang, should we allocate 200% of our billion immediately, or should we wait a little longer?"

Wang Shouliang nodded, "Let's wait a few days. If everything goes well, even if other Mitsui families end up, it will be a great opportunity to carve up Tsukamoto."

Once the news is confirmed, it won't be long before Lao Tsukamoto becomes bankrupt, unemployed and a homeless man.

It's not that difficult to operate.

No matter whether Wall Street ends up or not, as long as a large number of counterfeit knives, gravure printing machines, etc. are confiscated from Tsukamoto's headquarters, the CIA will show its bloody mouth to eat meat.

Did you guys buy the Empire State Building? We seriously suspect that the funds you used to purchase the building were black money earned from the global counterfeit knife market! Seize! !

The Empire State Building is operating normally, but Tsukamoto has lost the right to operate it.

………………

Night falls.

When Wang Shouliang drove back to Pengcheng Villa, he unexpectedly saw a car parked not far from the door of the villa, and Xiang Beifang was leaning on the roadside smoking.

Mr. Wang was not in a hurry to go home. He parked his car and waved, "Lao Xiang, why are you here?"

Xiang Beifang laughed and saluted from a distance. Xiang Nanfang also got out of the car. The two brothers and sisters came together. Lao Xiang Can smiled and said, "Master Liang, I came here unexpectedly because I have something to ask for help from Mr. Liang." .”

Xiang Nanfang also smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Wang, this is a 60-year-old Changbai wild ginseng collected by my brother. The age is not too high, but the quality is very complete and very good."

Wang Shouliang laughed, "If you have anything to do, just give me a call. There's no need to be so formal. Let's go in and talk."

He said to Xiang Beifang... Lao Xiang had also helped Wang Shouliang a lot. If he asked for anything, he could just make a phone call. He would not push away things that could be done, and would not help with things that could not be done.

Xiang Beifang nodded and followed Wang Shouliang through the door. He went straight to the point, "My matter is a bit neither big nor small. It depends on your mood, Mr. Liang. Isn't your Minke satellite TV station under preparation?"

"My sister is in the district publicity department. If she can be gilded, like Qiao Yicheng and Song Qingyuan, it will definitely be of great help to her in the future."

Wang Shouliang stopped and looked at the two brothers and sisters with a dumbfounded expression, "I'm going, just for this little thing? Is it worth running so far and giving you such a big gift?"

He really felt speechless. For the relationship between the two parties, you just want to go to the TV station to get gold.

After the gold plating is over, it is really not a big deal for Wang Shouliang to ask the satellite TV to send you an excellence award or something like a letter of commendation, but, as Lao Xiang said, it is a great deal for Xiang Nanfang's career. A brilliant resume that is both important and inspiring.

After all, that place in Nandu...

Regardless of official focus or economic considerations, it is just a secondary metropolis that is far behind Jingshang Yangpeng.

Xiang Beifang smiled naively, "This is not worth mentioning to you, Mr. Liang, but to Nanfang, it means that she has developed a unicorn arm in her career. Of course we must be sincere."

"Also, hasn't it been a long time since I last saw you? Flying to Pengcheng to meet up, having a meal with you, Mr. Liang, is also a way to reminisce about old times."

Wang Shouliang started and continued walking in, nodding and saying, "This little matter is settled. For the sake of the 60-year-old wild ginseng, the 300 million tons of oil I received this year will be sold to Nandu in the name of Nanfang." Bar."

The Siberian oil oligarchs' reform of the oil field business, which was discussed in September last year, will be officially handed over and put on board in Vladivostok in June this year. He had not thought about where to sell this batch of 9 million tons of oil before.

Since the brother and sister Xiang Beifang had an affair at the right time, it would be nice for him to be a smooth favor.

Xiang Nanfang was so shocked that even his dimples froze when he smiled. This is really a super hammer...

The big gold nugget fell from the sky and fell into my arms.

Again, in the mid-to-late 1980s, the mainland was too short of oil. As a result, all kinds of cars, construction engineering vehicles, and transport vehicles could not move, and the efficiency of development and construction was delayed.

There was also a shortage of oil in the early 90s.

It was not until the mid-90s that we were able to stably purchase oil from the Arab world, and then around the turn of the millennium, we began to rapidly develop and enter a new generation of "developing countries".

Nandu, if Nandu has more than 300 million tons of oil a year, all kinds of construction engineering vehicles, various oil-related industrial chains such as synthetic rubber, cosmetics, clothing, plastics, cleaning and daily chemicals, fertilizers, textiles, etc., are all Can be pushed and rolled.

Do you think the various decomposition and refining processes of petroleum can drive many industries and create much wealth? How many jobs are available?

This really scared Xiang Nanfang to death, and the stimulation made his whole brain numb.

Three million tons were sprinkled all over the world. It was a small thing, but it was sprinkled on a city in Nandu? This can allow the city to progress from running to racing!

Xiang Nanfang was still confused and dizzy.

Xiang Beigui came to his senses and reached out to pull his sister, "Sister, hurry up and kowtow to Mr. Liang..."

Seeing that Xiang Nanfang was about to do what Lao Xiang said, Wang Shouliang reached out and pressed Xiang Nanfang's shoulders, "Don't listen to your brother's nonsense. We are all friends, so it won't happen."

Xiang Nanfang was still silly, but her silly smile was a silly smile. The sweetness of her pair of dimples still made Mr. Wang's eyes light up. He thought this girl's smile was very sweet.

Xiang Beifang was happy, "One kiss is not enough, why don't I think you should pledge yourself to me..."

Before she could finish her words, Qiao Simei came from the front on a bicycle with a dark look on her face, "I'm talking about Xiang, you helped me a lot with the game arcade. I even thanked you. As for you sneak attack from behind?" Our home?"

"Brother Qingyuan, are you still too young? You actually destroyed our family?"

Xiang Beifang hurriedly gave up, "No, Simei, don't be angry. My sister will join you at most, and she will definitely not destroy you."

Mr. Wang was completely speechless, "Don't be so careless. Since you have friends here, I will personally cook dinner tonight and make a big meal."

Qiao Simei then put down her bicycle, took Mr. Wang's arm, and looked Xiang Nanfang back and forth. Although she felt that this sister was not a big threat... she still felt a little unhappy.

He even made up his mind to work hard with his sister in the past few days to rob Brother Kong Liang's private bank, and he would have to think of some tricks.

On the frontal battlefield, they kill one hundred enemies and lose thirty thousand to themselves, and they have to come up with strange tricks, such as role-playing in myths or martial arts stories?

………………

Fook Lam Moon Restaurant, Hong Kong Island.

Paul walked through the door with Xin Zha's follower Yang Jinrong, and was greeted by the parking boy Canxiao and handed him a tip. Then he gave instructions as he walked, "Arong, the two inspectors Zhou Xingxing and Ma Jun are the policemen, the most capable." When it comes to difficult cases, they are the main force in solving them.”

"But you are a smart brain-eater. You can help me smooth things over at the right time. Your benefits are indispensable."

Yang Jinrong was a little dumbfounded, and felt that his appearance on such an occasion was a bit abrupt, but Paul was the chief superintendent, and he was also an egg man with white skin and a yellow heart.

When the other party asked him to follow suit, Yang Jinrong did not object. He also knew that this was his opportunity to rise to the top. "Don't worry, Sir, I will definitely watch your eyes and act accordingly."

There was a big gap between him and Paul. Calling him "sir" directly was too harsh, and calling Paul by his name was even worse. Calling him "big sir" was almost like calling someone "boss" to a short mule on the street.

A moment later, when Paul entered a private room and looked at the table of Cantonese dishes he had ordered, he immediately stepped forward with a bright smile and hugged a white middle-aged man, "Good evening, Mr. Andy. I ordered this at Fulinmen." One table will cost you money.”

After middle-aged Andy hugged him, he looked at Yang Jinrong with a little doubt.

Paul laughed, "This is one of my smarter policemen. He is here to serve tea and pour wine. Don't worry, he is one of our own. You also know that we search the Tsukamoto Building every day. Ah Rong is the most eye-catching and beautiful in what he does." The one."

Andy suddenly realized and showed a gentle smile to Yang Jinrong, and Ah Rong hurriedly poured the wine.

After the two white men had a drink, Andy smiled and said, "Paul, I hope what you bring me this time is good news."

Paul nodded, "Of course it's good news, but I don't want to immediately send the $2000 million in new banknotes full of ink scent to the Tsukamoto Building in Central."

"Andy, don't worry, listen to me. Is the capital behind you connected with Wall Street? Have you lobbied the FBI and CIA? If you work together, this batch of 2000 million US dollars in fake knives can kill Zuka directly. of this club.”

"For example, the FBI and the CIA teamed up to seize the Tsukamoto Corporation's important assets and properties around the world, including the Empire State Building? Have you ever thought about the impact that news like that would have on the stock market?"

Andy was slightly angry at first, but soon turned into confusion, thinking and ecstasy at these words.

When the words were over, Andy took another sip of red wine and frowned, "You also know that the country is preparing for war. Although the exchange rate of pounds and marks is guaranteed, it is difficult to say whether Wall Street will jump out and rob us."

"Are we joining forces with Wall Street now?? I'm afraid that after the hillbillies in North America have beaten Tsukamoto, they will hit us again... That will make us look ridiculous."

Paul shrugged, "A Tsukamoto is not a small fortune. Now there are so many other families helping the Tsukamoto family. In the financial and stock market war, how about hitting other families... to make more money?"

"Of course, if you don't want to join forces with Wall Street now, then just let 2000 million U.S. dollars of fake knives, gravure printing machines, color-changing inks, acid-free paper, electronic boards, etc. appear at Tsukamoto's headquarters in Tokyo. Needless to say, the CIA They will go out and grab the meat!”

“How much is this idea worth??”

Andy frowned again and became even more joyful as he thought about it, "If you help us handle this matter, I'll give you 100 million pounds in benefits."

Paul's eyes widened with grief and anger on his face, "Andy, as a senior police officer, you actually let me break the law and commit a crime? I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

Yang Jinrong's views were shattered, and he tried to remain calm and helped Paul and Andy pour wine.

Andy was stunned by the spray for a few seconds, then smiled at Arong and pointed to the dining table, "Eat food, eat food, how about 200 million pounds?"

Paul was still very angry, "Andy, I am an upright senior police officer! My dream is to be an Assistant Commissioner."

(End of this chapter)