Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

　　At six in the afternoon, Chuo-ku, Tokyo.

　　 The sky is like ink, and rain is like pouring.

　　The densely packed high-rise buildings tower into the sky, and the colorful lights make these steel and cement have a dreamy and hazy beauty under the rain.

　　 On both sides of the street, rain water hit the roof and glass of passing cars, making ticking sounds.

　　 Countless cars are slowly moving forward on the road, and the bright headlights will illuminate the ink-like night sky like daylight.

　　 Under the bright light, white-collar workers after work stood nearby in suits and leather shoes, waiting for the transportation to return home.

　　Some people may not bring an umbrella, and are running in the rain, looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

　　Some people may like to listen to the sound of rain, standing there with their eyes closed, listening to the music played by the rain.

　　Some people may like the feeling of raindrops on him, standing in the rain and letting the rain water.

　　Some people look to the right from time to time when taking shelter from the rain.

　　 Near the Tokyo Stock Exchange building, He Tianya, who was soaked in rain, couldn't help cursing his mother.

　　He has been waiting here for a full fifteen minutes, but all the taxi drivers saw him as if they saw a ghost and didn't stop at all.

　　Is it possible that I became a transparent person?

　　 He Tianya couldn't help but think of this idea.

　　 He couldn't help but think so.

　　 There are obviously a lot of taxis in the past, but no one looks at him.

　　 It was like he became a transparent wild ghost.

　　 "Ring Ling Ling!"

　　 The satellite phone He Tianya carried with him rang.

　　 "Hey. End of the World, the boss is here right away."

　　 "Captain, wait a minute, it's raining heavily outside, and I haven't stopped the car."

　　 "Forget it, you can't stop a taxi."

　　 "Captain, it's not..."

　　 At the entrance of the exchange hall, Shen Jiannan snatched the satellite phone in Zheng Zheng's hand. Seven Eight Chinese First Release www.7*m.7*

　　 "The End of the World."

　　 "Boss!"

　　 "Look at how the people nearby stopped the car."

　　 How do others stop the car?

　　 He Tianya wiped the rain from his face and looked around.

Near 　　, a young man in a suit and tie waved to the road.

　　 There is no difference.

　　Taxi is not always done like this?

　　 He Tianya wiped the rain on his face again and glanced at it intently.

　　 The young man waving his hand to stop the car is an ordinary white-collar worker with glasses on the bridge of his nose and a purse in his hand. It is obviously an office worker working nearby.

　　I don't know why, an orange taxi quickly stopped beside the youth.

　　What is this special situation?

　　 He Tianya, who was soaked in a drenched soup, was full of rain.

　　 Not right...that guy seemed to have money in his hand just now.

　　 The taxi with its taillights slowly left, He Tianya quickly turned his head to look at the other people who stopped the car.

　　 This time, he saw clearly.

　　 At the taxi stand not far away, many people waiting for the bus were waving with money in their hands.

　　 The nearest one, holding two brown banknotes in his hand.

　　10000.

　　10,000 yen.

　　 Two pieces are 20,000 yuan.

　　 Soon, another taxi drove over with the turn signal on, and drove to the young man waving two pieces of money.

　　 The taxi driver opened the door, and the waiting young man closed his umbrella and got into the car.

　　 He Tianya's chest was blocked by a hemp batch.

　　 He finally understood why he could not even wait for a car after waiting so long.

　　 Twenty thousand yuan, 20,000 yuan for renting out Nima.

　　Why don't you grab the slapstick?

　　 He Tianya, who had studied in elementary school, quickly calculated in his mind that ten thousand yen is seventy-three dollars, and two pieces are one hundred and forty-six dollars.

　　He Tianya is a bit too big to count, but he knows that his salary in his hometown may not have been so much for a few months.

　　 "Ma Ma batch!"

　　 He Tianya gritted his teeth and cursed and took out his wallet from his arms.

　　 It takes so much money for a broken rental, and he feels blood dripping in his heart.

　　 fiercely fished out two face value of one hundred dollars, He Tianya gritted his teeth and joined the team grabbing a taxi.

　　 just... the taxi didn't stop like He Tianya thought.

　　 When the first taxi came, he took away a guy who was waving 50,000 yen, and when the second taxi came, a rich and fat guy directly took out 100,000 yen and got into the car.

　　 Are these **** running money printing machines at home?

　　 "The End of the World."

　　 Shen Jiannan and his party came over.

　　 He Tianya, who was soaked in the soup, couldn't help but lower his head.

　　 can't even hire a car, I'm too useless.

　　 "Forget about it."

　　 Zheng Zheng scolded as soon as he came up.

　　 "Brother Zheng, this has nothing to do with Tianya."

　　 smiled and stopped Zheng Zheng from blowing his beard and staring, Shen Jiannan patted He Tianya on the shoulder and took out the wallet from his pocket.

　　 picked up a thousand dollars, he waved to an approaching taxi.

　　In an instant, a taxi drove over.

　　 Zheng Zheng was dumbfounded.

　　 One thousand dollars.

　　 He somewhat understands why He Tianya can't stop the car anymore, but he can't stop it for him. It's not because he doesn't have any money on him, so he can't bear it.

　　 If you want to understand the economy of a region, all kinds of data are meaningless. What really reflects is the various consumer groups.

　　 For example, the entertainment industry and nightclubs.

　　 After three consecutive days of strolling in the Central District, Shen Jiannan probably has an understanding of the current economy of neon.

　　 is very strong.

　　 is still very strong.

　　 Although the neon securities market has fallen by nearly 10,000 points in the past year, it has not really hurt the neon economy. Real estate still supports the final prosperity of neon. Seven or eight Chinese geniuses remember ωωω.78zω.còмм.⒎8zщ.cóм in one second

　　 However, this is the last song and prosperity.

　　 The disintegration of the Soviet Union is now in sight, and the neon boom can only be in vain.

　　 "Escape! Fang Nujun! Escape! Take Pan Xia!"

　　The Province of Tibet.

　　 Central Office.

　　 Yasuno Kazue looked at the newspaper in his hand and his face was gloomy~www.readwn.com~ I don't know when it started. This short magazine, which is nothing but professional at all, began to spread in Neon.

　　As the governor of the central bank, he keenly felt the conspiracy.

　　 An unknown little person, and the content of his writing does not have any professional standards. Such junk articles should have disappeared from the scolding. Guess it.

　　 But now, although there are scolding everywhere, it can't hide this short content has entered the impression of many people.

　　 There must be demons if something goes wrong.

　　 There is no huge hand pushing behind, absolutely not.

　　 Are they Americans or those capital giants?

　　 Kazue Yasuno's old forehead wrinkled involuntarily, and he couldn't tell who was behind the incident.

　　 But one thing is certain, the hand behind it must have no purpose.

　　 But...

　　 I can't help it.

　　Although this article is not professional enough, the title is indeed correct. Real estate is afraid that it will be unable to hold it.

　　 Remorse and self-blame are full of heart.

　　 Yasuno Kazue felt that if he could take office two years earlier and deleverage, he might be able to achieve a soft landing for the empire's economy, but now, his previous series of actions have failed.

How to do?

　　 can keep the same is the same!

　　 After thinking for a long time, Ichiju Yasuno picked up the phone in his hand.

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