Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Six o'clock in the afternoon, Chuo-ku, Tokyo.

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

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

On both sides of the street, the rain hit the roofs and glass of passing cars, making a tick-tock sound.

Countless cars were slowly moving forward on the road, and the bright headlights illuminated the night sky that should have been like ink like daytime.

Under the bright light, off-duty white-collar workers stood nearby in suits and leather shoes, waiting for the transportation to go home.

Some people may not have an umbrella, running in the rain, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

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

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

Some people looked to the right from time to time when they were sheltering from the rain.

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

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

Is it possible that Lao Tzu has become a transparent person?

This idea popped up in He Tianya's mind involuntarily.

He couldn't help but think so.

There were obviously a lot of taxis passing by, but no one looked at him in a daze.

It's like he turned into a transparent wild ghost.

"Ring ring ring!"

The satellite phone that He Tianya carried with him rang.

"Hi. Tianya, the boss is coming over soon."

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

"Forget it if you're so stupid, you won't even be able to hail a taxi."

"Captain, no"

At the entrance of the exchange hall, Shen Jiannan snatched the satellite phone from Zheng Zheng's hand.

"The End of the World."

"boss!"

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

How do others stop the car?

He Tianya wiped the rain off his face and glanced around.

Nearby, a young man in a suit and tie waved toward the road.

Nothing is different.

Isn't that how taxis work?

He Tianya wiped the rain off his face again and took a look at it intently.

The young man waving to stop the car was an ordinary white-collar worker, with glasses on the bridge of his nose and a leather bag in his hand. He was obviously an office worker working nearby.

But for some reason, an orange taxi quickly stopped beside the young man.

What the hell is going on?

He Tianya, who was drenched like a drenched chicken, was covered with rain.

No, that guy seemed to be holding money just now.

The taxi with taillights flashing slowly left, He Tianya quickly turned his head to look at the other people blocking the taxi.

This time, he saw clearly.

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

The nearest one, holding two brown notes.

10000.

Ten thousand yen.

Two tickets are 20,000 yuan.

Soon, another taxi drove over with its turn signal on, and drove up to the young man waving two bills.

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

A lump stuck in He Tianya's chest.

He finally understood why he couldn't even wait for a car after waiting for so long.

20,000 yuan, break it and rent Nima 20,000 yuan.

Why don't you grab it if you don't like it.

He Tianya, who has studied in elementary school, quickly calculated in his mind, ten thousand yen is seventy-three dollars, two is one hundred and forty-six dollars, calculated in RMB

He Tianya couldn't calculate such a large number, but he knew that his salary in his hometown might not be so much for a few months.

"Mama batch!"

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

It costs so much money to rent out a broken car, he feels his heart is bleeding.

He took out two 100-dollar bills, and He Tianya gritted his teeth and joined the team of grabbing taxis.

It's just that the taxi didn't stop as He Tianya thought.

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

Do these bastards run money printing machines at home?

"The End of the World."

Shen Jiannan and his party came over.

He Tianya, who was drenched in water, couldn't help lowering his head.

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

"Forget it if you're stupid."

Zheng Zheng scolded as soon as he came up.

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

Smiling to stop Zheng Zheng from puffing his beard and staring, Shen Jiannan patted He Tianya on the shoulder and took out his wallet from his pocket.

With a thousand dollars in hand, he waved to an approaching taxi.

In an instant, a taxi drove over.

Zheng Zheng was dumbfounded.

a thousand dollars.

He kind of understood why He Tianya couldn't stop the car, and he couldn't stop it if it was him, not because he didn't have money, but because he couldn't bear it.

To understand the economy of a region, all kinds of data are meaningless, and what really reflects are various consumer groups.

For example, the entertainment industry and nightclubs.

After spending three days in a row in the Central District, Shen Jiannan had a general understanding of Neon's current economy.

very strong.

Still very strong.

Although the neon stock market has fallen by nearly 10,000 points in the past year, it has not really hurt the neon economy, and real estate still supports the last prosperity of neon.

However, this is also the last singing prosperity.

The disintegration of the Soviet Union is in sight, and the prosperity of neon can only come to naught.

"Run for your life! Fang Nujun! Run for your life! Take Pan Xia!"

Ministry of Tibet.

Central Office.

Kazuno looked at the newspaper in his hand with a gloomy expression.

I don't know when it started, this useless and unprofessional short magazine began to spread in the neon territory.

As the head of the central bank, he was acutely aware of the intrigue.

A little-known little person, and the content he wrote is not professional. Such rubbish articles should have disappeared amidst the scolding and guessed right.

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

When something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Absolutely not without giant hands pushing behind it.

Is it the Americans or those capital tycoons?

Yasuno's old forehead wrinkled involuntarily, he couldn't tell who was the leader behind this matter.

But one thing is certain, the hand behind the back must have a purpose.

But

There is nothing I can do.

Although this article is not professional enough, the title is indeed correct. I am afraid that the real estate industry will not be able to hold on.

Regret and self-blame filled my heart.

Yasuno Ichie felt that if he had been able to deleverage two years earlier, he might have been able to achieve a soft landing for the imperial economy, but looking at it now, his previous actions have failed.

what to do?

It's the same if you can keep the same thing!

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

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