The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

In the monetary history of mankind, there is a country whose currency has become synonymous with shame.

Its symbols, like children's doodles, are scribbled at will.

The face value reached 100000000000 yuan.

And the value of this 10000000000 yuan is less than a cent.

The country's economic system collapsed for a time because the currency was weighed by the pound and the symbols were so large that there was almost no place to print on the banknotes.

Also because the currency of this country will not be stolen outside the sun, the name of this country is known all over the world.

Zimbabwe, formerly known as Rhodesia.

Located in southeastern Africa, close to South Africa, Zambia, Botswana, and Mozambique, it is a standard landlocked country.

However, few people will know that Zimbabwe, which has since become a currency disgrace to mankind and whose people are starving in recession, has always been the second largest economic system in Africa.

It is the most industrially developed country in Africa, with manufacturing, agriculture and mining as the three pillars of the economy.

Just in terms of income from agriculture and mining, Zimbabwe can rank among the top three in Africa.

agriculture.

Like other African countries, Zimbabwe is rich in natural agricultural conditions.

The land is fertile and has abundant rainfall, making it ideal for farming.

However, unlike other African countries where agricultural land is almost abandoned, Zimbabwe's agriculture is so strong that it can rank first on the African continent.

Every year, the food produced by Zimbabwe can monopolize the food supply of half of Africa.

Under this monopoly, there must be unimaginable profits.

As for minerals.

It is also the opposite of many African countries.

Zimbabwe has perfect mining and processing procedures.

Exploration, mining, smelting, processing, and then semi-finished products sold to the world.

With the two basic resources of agriculture and mining, Zimbabwe can earn a large amount of foreign exchange every year.

Convert Zimbabwean dollar to US dollar.

0.78 Zimbabwean to 1 US dollar.

In terms of per capita wealth alone, Zimbabwe's people's income ranks first in Africa, not much less than the four little dragons in Asia, South Korea (South Korea).

Zimbabwe is located in the southern hemisphere, and the end of January is the hottest summer of the year.

The sun in the sky scorched the earth like a huge fireball.

In the air, the heat wave when the water vapor is evaporated can be seen with the naked eye.

In this hot weather, if possible, everyone wants to stay in a shady room and not go out.

Of course, it would be best if there was an air conditioner.

at noon.

It is the hottest part of the day.

It was at this time that several young men of Chinese descent came to the white segregation area in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe is a black country ruled by white people.

Therefore, several Chinese people appear here, which is very eye-catching and abrupt.

These young Chinese people are not very old, about twenty-five years old.

Almost the same dress and very similar body type.

They have dark skin and a small crooked head.

From the outside, they are very ordinary young people.

However, these very ordinary young people have a completely different temperament from ordinary people.

Their steps are uniform, even if they seem casual on the surface, but that kind of coordinated steps can make people who know something see something.

On Queen's Road, Harare.

One of the group suddenly asked.

"Counselor Wu, why are you talking about a black country? Why is this place so much richer than our place? Look at our place, what a ghost, and this is where people live."

The person who seemed to be leading the way stopped and said.

"Didn't you say it, just call me Brother Long outside, don't call me your position."

"Brother Long, you are more knowledgeable than we are. How come both countries are black, and they are so close together, how can one be like heaven and the other is hell?"

The person who was reprimanded didn't mind, he said with a smile.

'Brother Long' stopped and took a serious look at the city he had come to for the first time.

In this city, residential, commercial and industrial areas are well organized.

There are few high-rise buildings in the residential area, and they are all villas one after another.

The commercial area is relatively prosperous, with British-style buildings as the mainstay. From modern shopping centers to large traditional markets and street vendors, all kinds of goods are as colorful as the city itself.

The largest SHOPPINGMALL in the urban area is no less than some super shopping malls in New York, and its open, fully exposed steel building style is quite creative.

The most interesting thing is that most of the people here are very cultivated.

Mild and well-mannered, they hardly seem to be in the same space as the rest of the black nations they are in.

Passers-by, men and women, young and old, pass by, say hello, or greet them with a smile.

According to passers-by, they Zimbabweans have received British education since childhood, so they attach great importance to personal cultivation.

Citizens shuttled through the streets and alleys in an orderly manner, and a variety of vehicles drove according to the traditional British rule of "right-hand drive left" on the roads that were not very congested.

All of this is completely different from Zambia where they are and the Congo and Guinea they have been to.

'Brother Long' had to admit it.

Compared to Harare, the place they were in was really a hell.

After observing for a while, 'Brother Long' said.

"I've stumbled upon these issues in the past while listening to the head of the regiment chat with the boss.

The boss said, let the black people play politics and economics, and God will laugh until his stomach hurts.

You can notice that the inner city is dominated by white people, and the senior officials here are also basically held by white people.

These whites hold 70 percent of the wealth in Zimbabwe.

That's why this place is so rich. "

"That seems to be the case, and even the outer city is much better than our crappy place. How could these **** agree with you saying that white people have so much wealth."

"Why don't you agree? Look at the black people in other places. They don't have enough food every day and can't even wear clothes. Look at the black people here. They have cars and live in big villas. Whoever manages them is managing them. Why don't you make yourself worse than a dog!"

"Yeah, then it seems that the black people here are not that stupid. Look at our place, those **** are all stupid than pigs. So many people are starved to death, and they don't know how to farm, really A bunch of idiots."

‘Brother Long’ sneered.

"You didn't listen to what our boss and the head of the group said.

Niggas are lazy and stupid things like shit, they don't know what it means to be hardworking and intelligent. You see how much land in Zambia is abandoned. If it was put in our hometown, there would be many people rushing to plant it. It would be better for those shits. They would rather starve to death than bother to plant. This kind of **** doesn't need sympathy after death. "

"Isn't it, it's all shit."

"Okay, let's go to work first, Heliancheng, Chen Baizhou, follow me, the rest, act as planned."

"Yes, Chief of Staff."

This time, 'Brother Long' did not correct the name.

He raised his hand.

"start to act."

......

132 Queen's Road East, Standard Chartered Bank (Zimbabwe) branch.

On the third floor of the president's office, there are bursts of charming voices from time to time.

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President Joss Vinales is sitting on the sofa in his shirt.

On both sides of him were two bewitching women with completely different skin tones.

On the left is a woman with fair skin and blond hair.

She has a hot body and has the explosive body that is unique to European and American women.

The slender legs are tight and elastic.

On the right, is a dark-skinned black woman.

Her skin is delicate and smooth, and her lips are plump without losing their sensuality, which is Joss Vinales' favorite lip shape.

Because this allows him to obtain the most different kind of pleasure.

Like many black women.

This young black woman has a round buttocks that drive many men crazy.

The round and upright shape can always arouse the most primitive impulses of human beings.

Joss Vinales sat in the middle, playing with the two beauties around him from time to time.

Under the mixed color of black and white, it is a perfect visual enjoyment.

The delicate and uneven feeling between the palms made José Vinales feel like he was in heaven.

In this regard, Jos Vinales is very happy.

When Standard Chartered Bank was acquired, José Vinales felt that even if his global CEO could not continue, he could continue to serve in other banks.

As long as he has the ability, he is not afraid of being fired.

But that **** Robert Baden-Powell actually took a feather as an arrow, forcing him to resign even if he wanted to.

What's more abhorrent is that the guy avenged his personal revenge and wanted to kick him into hell.

The moment he heard that he was about to be thrown to work in Africa, José Vinales even had the heart to die.

Where is Africa.

There is the closest place to the **** magma, where it is full of ignorance and barbarism.

There, far from civilization and luxury.

There, the soul of man will be scorched by the flames of hell.

Therefore, Joss Vinales' hatred for Robert was roaring bravely like yellow spring water.

He really didn't want to think about bad places like Africa, if at all possible.

However, facing a huge resignation compensation of up to 2.6 million US dollars, José Vinales had to give in.

Two hundred and sixty dollars.

If I sell him, I'm afraid I can get half of it.

Under the threat of high compensation, José Vinales had to pick up his luggage and rushed to Africa in New York.

At that time, Joss Vinales only had hatred for Robert and deep despair in his heart.

But when he landed in Harare, he discovered that this place is not **** at all, it is heaven.

Here, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

He can do whatever he wants without worrying about being sued.

Here, like a chief, he can exercise supreme power.

Here, as long as he wants, he can get whatever he wants.

The price to pay is just a little bit of money.

"Oh..."

Under extreme stimulation, Joss Vinales subconsciously groaned.

"You guys are amazing. I love you guys."

Joss Vinales lowered his head and looked affectionately at the two beauties who were trying to please him.

He reached out and rubbed the blonde's head lightly.

Then, he switched hands and squeezed **** the smooth part of the black woman.

Good elasticity, soft and satin touch.

Even heaven is like that.

"Baby, come."

Joss Vinales patted the black woman's buttocks and motioned her to sit on his lap.

then.

The two snorted softly together.

"Oh. Aishiva, you are wonderful."

As a white man, José Vinales likes the black woman in his arms very much.

That skin and body completely different from that of white women always aroused his deepest impulses.

When Aishiva heard the praise, she got up regardless.

Joss Vinales couldn't bear to ignore the white woman either. He hugged the white woman's neck and kissed the red lips forcefully.

The atmosphere of luxury and sinking drifted in the room.

Jos Vinales is immersed in his paradise and cannot extricate himself.

For the rest of his life, he just wanted to stay here.

"Bang bang..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.

Joss Vinales was furious.

Being interrupted at this time, he has the heart to kill.

Joss Vinales growled.

"Damn it, who is it. I'm busy right now, I'll talk about it later."

Unfortunately, the roar of José Veners was useless at all.

No one answered him, but the **** knock sounded again.

"Bang bang..."

Really angry this time.

In Harare, someone dared to destroy his good deeds at this time, he just didn't want to live.

Joss Vinales cursed angrily.

"Damn, listen to me, I'm busy right now, you'll be looking for me later."

This time, it worked.

In the roar of Joss Veners, the knocking on the door stopped.

Joss Vinales let out a long sigh of relief. He gently comforted the beauty in his arms with his hand and motioned her to continue the movement that was not completed before.

The sense of interruption was rekindled.

But before Jos Vinales could savor it, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

"Pass" sound.

The locked office door was kicked open from the outside.

Joss Vinales is going to be mad.

Especially after seeing the person who kicked open the door of the office he didn't know, he immediately had the urge to kill with a gun.

In Harare, it is a capital offense to trespass the gate of the bank president without permission.

"Bastards, who are you, you dare to break into my office, do you know who I am? Get out of here."

The person who came was motionless.

After glancing at the girl who was still straddling Joss Vinales, he said politely.

"Mr. Vinales, I suggest that you let your female companions get dressed first. I think our conversation will take a while. Your air conditioner is running too high. I'm afraid they will catch a cold."

"Damn bastards, who are you and who will talk to you. Get out of here."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, please forgive my rudeness. Mr. Vinales, I am Wu Dalong, the staff officer of Captain Darkwater International. I wonder if I can sit down with you and talk about this identity?"

"..."

Joss Vinales is cowardly.

After staying in Harare for more than half a year, how could he have never heard the name of Darkwater International.

This is the most famous mercenary group in South Africa in the last year.

He came to the fore when he helped calm the unrest in Guinea, and helped the Zambian government forces to victory a month ago.

The limelight is always there.

To be arrogant with this kind of hyena, Joss Vinales really doesn't have that courage.

Joss Vinales was helpless.

He could only motion for his female companions to get dressed.

With the eyes of the guys at the door, Joss Vinales was very worried about what would happen.

The notorious hyena, who can do anything.

Fortunately, the things that Jos Vinales was worried about did not appear.

His female companions successfully dressed and left the room.

This made José Venales' heart put down.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what you have to do with me. You are so impolite to break into my office. I need an explanation."

I have to say that Joss Vinales is very tolerant.

He was able to sit on the position of global CEO of Standard Chartered in the past with great courage and courage.

Even if he knew that the person who came was a member of the Darkwater Mercenary Group, even if he knew that the person who came had a gun on him, he still spoke forcefully.

This point, even Wu Dalong secretly admired.

If it is placed in the country, I am afraid that this guy in front of him will faint from fright.

No wonder the boss values ​​this guy so much.

Under the questioning of Joss Vinales, Wu Dalong gave a military salute with both legs.

"Captain Wu Dalong, the staff officer of Darkwater International, was ordered to cooperate with Vinales to complete the task. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Joss Vinales was stunned.

He didn't know the guy in front of him, and he had nothing to do with Darkwater International.

But why did this guy say that he was ordered to cooperate with him to complete the task.

What the heck.

"Hey, I said, did you find the wrong person? I don't know you, and I don't have any dealings with Darkwater International."

"Are you Mr. Jos Vinales?"

"Yes, I am."

Wu Dalong shrugged.

"That's right. The order I received is to cooperate with you to complete the task. If you are the president of Standard Chartered Bank Harare, you are right."

"..."

Joss Vinales blinked, he still didn't understand what was going on.

In the confusion of Joss Vinales, Wu Dalong patted his forehead apologetically.

"Oh, sorry, forgot the most important thing."

After Wu Dalong finished speaking, he took out a military encrypted phone from his body and handed it to Jos Vinales.

"You'll understand when you answer the phone later."

Joss Vinales blankly took the satellite phone Wu Dalong handed over.

After waiting for two minutes, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.

"Ring bell bell..."

A rapid bell rang.

After Wu Dalong made a gesture of invitation, Joss Veners pressed the answer button.

"Hi, Joss. I'm George. You can get a call, it means someone over there has arrived. Then the next task, I hope you will keep it in mind."

The call was from George King, global chief executive of Standard Chartered.

This familiar voice made Joss Vinales feel aggrieved and doubtful all at once.

he growled.

"Damn George, explain to me clearly what's going on here. What is the Dark Water International, what is the mission, explain it all to me."

"Oh, you don't know about Darkwater International! Since you don't know, then ask me this question after you've figured it out."

Joss Vinales's mind suddenly went short.

I asked you just because I wasn't clear. If I was clear, I would ask you what you were doing.

It took a moment for Joss Vinales to realize that he was tricked by George King.

"Damn George, hurry up and tell me what's going on. These savages suddenly broke into my office. Did you instruct them to take revenge?"

"My dear brother Jose, we are friends, how could I let others do such a thing, I think you must have misunderstood."

"..."

Lao Tzu's surname is Vinales, your surname is Jin, what kind of brother am I to you?

This **** bastard.

Joss Vinales gritted his teeth hard and didn't make a sound.

But with that bang bang bang, George King could clearly hear his anger.

On the other end of the phone, a very embarrassed and proud smile appeared on George King's face.

Then he shrugged.

"Okay, Jose, my brother. It seems that you really need to know about Darkwater International. But I can't tell you too much, you just need to know that Darkwater International only listens to the boss's orders, to your side. People, who cooperate with you to complete the task and are responsible for keeping you safe."

"Boss? What boss?"

"Oh, Jos. You must have forgotten who you are. Which boss are you talking about? Who threw you to Harare. I think you must be satisfied with the heaven there!"

"You mean him, Zhao of Boulder Capital?"

"Jos, I have to remind you, please pay attention to your tone. Please use honorifics to our boss, and address the boss or BOSS, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what's the matter, a stinky boy, just..."

Joss Vinales couldn't go on.

He suddenly found that the atmosphere in the room was a little frozen, and that kind of solidification made him instinctively feel the crisis.

When he looked up, he found two people walking in front of him.

The eyes of those two people were so cold that it was as if they were looking at two dead people.

In the undisguised murderous intent of those two pairs of eyes, UU reading www.uukanshu. comJos Veners shivered in shock.

He seemed to understand a little what George King meant otherwise.

Joss Vinales has always felt that it was because of luck that Jushi Capital was able to beat Standard Chartered to a loss.

For that insurance policy, he even suspected that George King and Boulder Capital colluded.

In this regard, Jos has always deeply despised.

As a banker, this vile and despicable method is what Jos Vinales disdains the most.

But now, José Vinales found that it didn't seem to be the case.

From the meaning of George King, Darkwater International belongs to Boulder Capital at all.

Standard Chartered was acquired by Jushi Capital half a year ago.

But more than a year ago, with the same luxurious equipment as the US Navy SEALs, Darkwater International had already emerged on the African continent.

Joss Vinales responded quickly.

He pretended not to notice the unusual dry smile in the room.

"George, what task does the boss have?"

The depression in the room suddenly disappeared.

Joss Vinales secretly exhaled and cursed inwardly.

Damn hyena.

But the next moment, José Venales' heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Oh, it's not a big task, the boss asked you to sell the Zimbabwe cloth by the way."

Sold Zimbabwe?

What a joke.

How can a country sell it when it says it is sold?

Soon, George King gave Joss Vinales a plan lightly, which was the mission this time.

Then.

Joss Vinales feels that the world has gone crazy.

Heck.

Is this really going to sell a country!

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