After the change of hands, the company's headquarters was moved from the original office in the North Tower to the 100th floor of the South Tower, occupying a full half floor. It has to be said that these Jewish consortia are really rich and have a family background, and they have decorated this new headquarters magnificently, and the reception hall in front of them alone is more than 200 square meters. When he first entered here, Hong Tao thought he had entered the banquet hall of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel again.

However, what impressed Hong Tao the most was not the decoration in the room, but the number of floors. On the 100th floor, it was almost at the top of the building, and a picture came to Hong Tao's mind at that time, the middle and upper parts of the two skyscrapers burst into flames, and then like a castle on the sand dunes, Hula la turned into ruins. According to his original plan, the hundreds of square meters of office in the North Tower will also be sold, and what is the fate of these two high-rise buildings in the future Hong Tao is very clear, even if his brain is not good, 911 will be remembered at this point in time. Once you don't make a move before that, you can only wait for the compensation from the insurance company, and it is a question of how much you can pay and whether you can pay in full.

But when Hong Tao saw the proud expressions on the faces of the representatives of the Jewish Foundation, he suddenly didn't want to sell it again, and a very evil idea came out of his mind. Why not use this once-in-a-lifetime catastrophe to help him get rid of a large number of current and future adversaries? The idea had always been around him, and after more than a year of careful consideration, a bold plan finally took shape. The current acquisition war is only the second step in the plan, and the third step is the two buildings.

This plan is very risky, not only is his own funds at risk, but also his own life is not fully guaranteed. But adventuring death is Hong Tao's favorite. Only by escaping death can others shut up, the more dangerous the better. When these financial tycoons and the politicians behind them are all wiped out along with these two buildings, who can care about the takeover war on the stock market? At that time, their own funds will be sold off like crazy. The other party will also take over according to the original plan, and before they get the order of their family, they will have to take as much as they throw on their side, and their family members will all negotiate with themselves, and they can't even reply a word, and when they react, it will take at least two days, and with these two days, they can completely hit them hard.

11 September 2001. In the south building of the World Trade Center, there are still many hours before the 9 o'clock work time, but the security guards at the center are already busy and sweating. Since the opening of the center, there have been very few times that they have been so busy, and today is one of them. All of this is thanks to the big mouse, who is here to negotiate with more than a dozen large Jewish consortia from five or six countries around the world, and five senators and several senior officials from the Treasury Department, the Federal Reserve, and even mayors and governors.

This kind of thing can't be hidden, and there is no need to hide it. The two sides have been fighting for months, and the reporters and experts have long been aware of who is in their camp, and what is happening on either side is closely watched by journalists around the world, from the moment several heads of the Jewish consortium board planes in Europe. Reporters in the United States have stared at more than a dozen airports in New York that can land jets, and it is impossible to hide who got off the plane, where they stayed, who they met or who they might want to meet.

Faced with dozens of bigwigs. Everyone is analyzing it again, and it seems that this time the Jewish consortium is going to move seriously. Prepare for a showdown with that big rat, otherwise you wouldn't have to use such a big battle. Ordinary negotiations do not require their presence at all. Now that they have shown up, there has to be a result in this matter. Who will emerge victorious in the end? There are different opinions. After a few months of tug-of-war, the people who were not very optimistic about Hong Tao were a little shaken, and the energy gathered by Hong Tao far exceeded their expectations, and at the same time, the influx of Vespa Group and overseas hot money also made this battle that seemed to be no suspense more and more confusing.

"Why do you have a meeting so early? Could it be that rich people all work so early, and who is coming?" a reporter ran out of breath from the subway station, looking for an acquaintance in the group of reporters at the door, intending to say a few words to see if anything worth paying attention to happened.

According to the brothers who had gone upstairs, Oppenheimer, Meyer, Goldman Sachs, Kuhnrepo, MGM, Paramount, Warner had all shown up, and some had gone straight to the roof by helicopter, and those people didn't know who they were. Another reporter cowered that the September New York morning was still a bit cold, and the vapor wafting from the Hudson River would not dissipate until the sun had fully risen.

"What about the big mouse, and what about his allies?" the reporter later listened to the introduction of his peers, and was even more confused.

"We were also wondering that, apart from the Treasury Department and a few senators, it seems that the people who are coming at the moment are all from the Jewish Consortium, and it will be 8:10 a.m., and none of the people on the rat's side will show up. God knows what he's thinking, and if we could have figured out his train of thought, we'd have stopped doing this hapless errand a long time ago. The reporter who came first heard this question, and he also complained, and ran out early in the morning to wait, freezing for almost an hour, and the protagonist did not show up.

"Oh...... I'll go up there and take a look, oh, I have a work card for the company on the 98th floor, and I prepared it three days ago!" The reporter didn't listen to his colleague intently at this time, but raised his head and looked at the sky thoughtfully, suddenly stuffed the camera on his chest into his bag, took out a document and hung it around his neck, squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the building.

"Bastard! Why did I forget to get a work permit! Who can see clearly, whether that helicopter is on the Mouse Superman?" The reporter who came first hesitated for a moment, and also looked up at the sky, only to see a camouflage-painted helicopter approaching the roof of the building.

"It seems that the big rat is coming!" There are smart people in the group of reporters, who immediately raised their cameras and observed with a telephoto, and after getting confirmation, many people also put away the guys in their hands, took out various work cards and hung them around their necks, and walked towards the building. There are still many reporters who are prepared for this, and the remaining reporters with little experience and insufficient skills can only honestly wait downstairs for soup.

It was indeed Hong Tao on the plane, and there was no one around except for one pilot. Rada and Singh are both staring at the three private equity funds in the communication center, Hong Tao didn't even bring a secretary, and a lonely person came, is he going to stage a drama of tongue war?

No, in Hong Tao's eyes, today's drama is not a literary drama but a martial arts drama, or a great tragedy. Since it was a tragedy, it was inevitable that someone would be hurt, so Hong Tao refused all accompaniment and came to the appointment alone. He didn't need a secretary, a lawyer, or anything like that, and he didn't have any information in his hands, because he wasn't here to negotiate, he was here to ask for his life, and he was a demon from hell at this time.

"Aite, are you alone?" As soon as he entered the gate of the headquarters of Crystal Orchid Capital, a tall and thin white man got up from the sofa and greeted him, and while shaking hands with Hong Tao, his eyes were still looking into the corridor behind Hong Tao.

"Mr. Minister is actually here too, it seems that today's host should be you. There's no one behind, I'll see let's get started, come, beautiful young lady, keep my bag with you, remember, don't look at it secretly, if I find out, I'll snatch you back as a hostage!" Hong Tao shook hands with the vice minister of the Ministry of Finance very perfunctorily, and then walked to the front desk in front of everyone, put a big bag in his hand, and laughed with the receptionist at the front desk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost time, let's get started, Mr. Aite, please!" Regarding Hong Tao's attitude, the deputy minister's face was slightly unhappy, but as a qualified politician, this kind of scene has to be experienced countless times in his political career, and it can be ignored soon.

Hong Tao followed the deputy minister and a few people he didn't know in the front hall into the conference room, and at this time there were already 3 or 40 people sitting inside, most of them were middle-aged and elderly men over 4 or 50 years old, as well as a few ladies, all of whom were also keen-eyed. Most of these people Hong Tao didn't know, and less than ten people had seen them on some occasions before, but they weren't familiar with them either. But the two people sitting at the large conference table facing the window, Hong Tao recognized them at a glance, Jon and Hills.

"Everyone, let's not say hello one by one, it's too much time, and there will be kung fu to get acquainted with each other in the future. I just want this Mr. Hills to answer one question first, and if he answers to my satisfaction, then the negotiations can be over, and I will immediately stop the acquisition. If he doesn't answer me satisfactorily, then this negotiation is the President of the United States, and I won't continue to talk about it, you get out of the way!" The door to the conference room had just closed, and before the deputy minister could give a formal introduction to everyone, Hong Tao walked to Jon and Hills with his hands behind his back, stood behind the two of them, patted Hills on the shoulder with one hand, and pushed away Jon from the chair next to him with the other.

"Mr. Aite, it's rude to do this, and it's also an insult to all of you here, all of you are people of status, and the way to solve the problem must be in line with that. As a neutral party, I and several senators and gentlemen here will conduct an assessment of this negotiation, and the results of the evaluation will be handed over to the US government, so please sit in your seat!" (To be continued......)

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