6 p.m., Chuo-ku, Tokyo.

The sky is like ink, and the rain is like a pour.

Dense high-rise buildings soar into the sky, and colorful lights give these steel and concrete a dreamlike hazy beauty under the rain.

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

Countless cars slowly drove along the road, and the bright headlights illuminated the night sky as if it were day.

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

Some people may not have an umbrella with them, 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, stand there with their eyes closed and listen to the music played by the rain.

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

Some people, while sheltering from the rain, look to the right from time to time.

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

He had been waiting here for a full fifteen minutes, but all the taxi drivers had not stopped when they saw him as if they had seen a ghost.

Is it possible for Lao Tzu to become a transparent person?

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

He couldn't help but think so.

There were a lot of taxis in the past, but no one looked at him.

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

"Ringing ringing!"

The satellite phone He Tianya was carrying rang.

"Hey. Tianya, the boss came over immediately. ”

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

"You're stupid, you can't stop a taxi. ”

"Captain, not ......"

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

"The end of the world. ”

"Boss!"

"Look at how people in the neighborhood stopped the car. ”

How do others stop a car?

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

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

It's no different.

Isn't it all like this for taxis?

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

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

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

What's going on?

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

Wrong..... That guy seems to have money in his hand just now.

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

This time, he saw it clearly.

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

The most recent one, holding two brown banknotes in his hand.

10000。

10,000 yen.

Two is 20,000 yuan.

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

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

A hemp batch was blocked in He Tianya's chest.

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

20,000 yuan, 20,000 yuan for renting Nima.

Why don't you grab it.

He Tianya, who had studied in elementary school, quickly calculated in his mind that 10,000 yen was 73 US dollars, and two tickets were 146 US dollars, which was calculated as RMB......

He Tianya can't calculate such a big number, but he knows that his salary in his hometown for a few months may not be so much.

"Ma Ma Pi!"

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

He had to get so much money for a broken rental, and he felt like his heart was dripping blood.

Fiercely scooped out two $100 denominations, He Tianya gritted his teeth and joined the team to grab a taxi.

It's just that...... The taxi did not stop as He Tianya thought.

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

Do these bastards all run money printing machines at home?

"The end of the world. ”

Shen Jiannan and his entourage came over.

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

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

"Stupid, forget it. ”

Zheng Zheng scolded as soon as he came up.

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

Laughing and stopping Zheng Zheng's blowing beard and glaring, Shen Jiannan patted He Tianya's shoulder and took out his wallet from his pocket.

Picking up a thousand dollars, he waved at a taxi that came by.

In an instant, a taxi drove up.

Zheng Zheng was dumbfounded.

One thousand dollars.

He somewhat understood why He Tianya couldn't stop the car, and if he changed him, he couldn't stop it either, not because he had no money on him, but because he was reluctant.

If you want to understand the economy of a region, all kinds of data are meaningless, and the real reflection is still a variety of consumer groups.

For example, entertainment and nightclubs.

After three days of shopping in the central area, Shen Jiannan probably had an understanding of Neon's current economy.

Very strong.

Still 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, and real estate still supports the last prosperity of neon.

However, this is also the last song of prosperity.

The collapse of the Soviet Union is already in sight, and the neon boom can only come to naught.

"Run for your life! Fang Nujun! Run for your life!

Ministry of Finance.

General Office of the Central Committee.

Ichiju Yasuno looked at the newspaper in his hand, his face was gloomy as water.

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

As the governor of the central bank, he is keenly aware of the conspiracy.

A little-known person, who writes without any professional standards, such a garbage article should have disappeared in the scolding.

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

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Absolutely not without a huge hand pushing behind your back.

Is it the Americans or those giants of capital?

Ageing Yasuno's forehead wrinkled involuntarily, and he couldn't tell who was behind this matter.

But one thing is for sure, the hand behind it must have a purpose.

But.....

But there is nothing I can do.

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

Remorse and self-reproach fill my heart.

Yasuno Ichige felt that if he had taken office two years earlier, deleveraging might have been able to achieve a soft landing for the empire's economy, but now it seems that his previous series of actions have failed.

What to do?

If you can keep the same, it's the same!

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

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