"Bang! Boom! ”

When the two cars returned to the home of the wealthy in the mid-levels, it was already late at night.

"Boss."

Ma Jing had already prepared dinner in the mansion, and because Zheng Fan didn't come back, she didn't dare to go to sleep.

"It's not okay to go on like this, you two hurry up and find a place to live, what's the matter if you're crowded into my house." Zheng Fan sat on the sofa in the living room and lit a cigarette and said to Wang Lin and the female doctor Yao Ling.

Because Zheng Fan didn't mean anything about Ye Qian, Wang Lin couldn't help but look at her.

"Wang Lin, you don't need to compare with Ye Qian, when she was in China, she was already waiting by my side, you will go to the hotel tomorrow, and Yao Ling will also go to the hotel for the time being." Zheng Fan had a tone that could not be refused.

"I see."

Yao Ling had no objection to Zheng Fan's arrangement.

In Yao Ling's view, before the medical group was acquired, Zheng Fan could only arrange it for her temporarily, and the medical group was not necessarily in Hong Kong.

"Ma Jing, help them find a few rooms to live in tonight." Zheng Fan waved his hand, showing a little tiredness.

Seeing that Zheng Fan was impatient, Wang Lin could only follow Ma Jing upstairs.

"Is there anything else?"

Ye Qian, who was left alone, asked Zheng Fan.

"The operation of international gold has not yet completely ended, and the company's dollar margin on the London Metal Exchange, don't be in a hurry to put it forward." Zheng Fan explained lightly.

"The liquidity on the books of the Dafu Bank is empty, and now money is needed everywhere." Ye Qian said with a slight pressure.

"The chief financial officer is not a person who asks for money casually, all the expenses of the company will be suppressed for the time being, in Dafu Bank, you don't have to be polite to anyone except to be responsible for me." Zheng Fan sneered and said to Ye Qian.

Although Ye Qian didn't say anything more, she already knew what to do.

"Tiger, do you know why Kong Ning stayed in the company today?" Zheng Fan looked at the strong man's gaze and looked very calm.

"I'm not very good at the company's affairs...... Kang Menghu scratched his head and said honestly.

"Originally, I wanted to leave you in the company to exercise, but seeing you like this, I don't care about business affairs, if I let you go out with Yuan Tiejiang, you must be careful." Zheng Fan sighed and said.

"I'll keep an eye on him."

Kang Menghu was not stupid and seemed to understand what Zheng Fan meant.

"The so-called security company, in fact, is a mercenary group, responsible for private military, security consulting business, different from gangsters, security companies are armed licenses, and will have close contacts with governments, and can even help the regular army to do military training, but these are secondary, in this industry, not only keen to hire officials who have held important positions in the government, but also with various parties, as well as political leaders to generate donor funds for the benefit of exchanges." Zheng Fan explained with a smile.

"I don't quite understand what the boss means?"

Kang Menghu thought about it for a while, and seemed to be unable to figure out the joints.

"I mean that as long as the financial lifeline of the security company is stuck, even if Yuan Tiejiang is ambitious, he can't make any waves, and he can only do a role in building a framework and maintaining business in the security company, so that the real boss of the security company can only be a funder." Zheng Fan relaxed and smiled.

"No matter what, I'll watch it for you." Kang Menghu was very solemn and expressed his attitude of defending Zheng Fan.

"The security company and the interests of all parties, I guess you can't do it, I want Kong Ning to go with you and take charge of the affairs of the security company, what do you think?" Zheng Fan took a puff of his cigarette and asked the strong man's opinion.

"This is naturally the best, but as soon as Kong Ning and I leave, I am afraid that there will be no capable people around you, and I heard that there are many gangs here in Hong Kong......" Kang Menghu was inevitably a little worried.

"Didn't you recruit a Yoshii Meguma? It's not a big deal for the time being, and if you develop well on the British side, I can count on it. Zheng Fan leaned back on the sofa and said.

"Can the Japanese believe it?"

Kang Menghu seems to have some mustard for Yoshii Huixiang.

"A man with five big and three thick, don't be so narrow-minded as a needle nose in your heart, don't say that Eika Yoshii is a woman, even if she really has any ideas, she has to deal with her when she discovers or perceives this trend, and now she needs manpower, giving her a chance is equivalent to giving herself a chance, if that woman doesn't wear a kimono and doesn't speak, can you tell if it's Japanese or mainlander?" Speaking of later, Zheng Fan couldn't help but smile playfully.

"Is it the same human?"

Although what Kang Menghu said was white, it was just that.

"What happened to her before, and what kind of person she is, has nothing to do with me, the important thing is what she will do in the future, it is estimated that you will not be a mainlander soon, if you want to really take root outside, you must apply for immigration and change nationality." Zheng Fan waved his hand at Kang Menghu.

"When am I leaving?"

Kang Menghu's expectations for a security company are far greater than working at Tatfook Bank.

"Let's leave tomorrow, the specific immigration procedures, I will let Qin Yan and Ruan Yuan help you, Yuan Tiejiang has rich work experience in a mercenary company, I believe that the establishment of a security company should not be difficult, in addition, he has participated in the Gulf War, and he has a lot of experience in leading and fighting, the Middle East has not been peaceful these years, and the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia is also in civil strife, after setting up a company as soon as possible to gather manpower, you can train well." Zheng Fan glanced at Kang Menghu deeply and asked him to pay attention to safety.

"Okay, the boss will arrange for us to leave tomorrow."

Kang Menghu was a little eager to try, eager to show his strength.

"Be careful, at the moment, your physical condition is quite stable, Uncle Cao's half bottle of blood will be temporarily left with me to help you keep it, in case you have any accidents in the future, the key is that the medical group has not arrived, and there is no way to give you a detailed examination." Zheng Fan explained to the strong man.

"The things are left on the boss's side, I can rest assured."

Kang Menghu nodded honestly, trusting Zheng Fan very much.

"Boss, their rooms are all settled, do you want to take a bath?" Ma Jing came to the living room at the right time and signaled to Zheng Fan that the arrangements were in place.

"Today is a good day, I took a shower after a tired day, and I hope to have a good dream." Zheng Fan's smile had a slightly meaningful expectation, but including Kang Menghu, he didn't understand what he meant.

The rich house at night soon quieted down, and Zheng Fan, who was lying in the jacuzzi, could clearly see the three-sided head on his chest, as well as the tattoo-like chain marks.

It's a pity that except for in Uncle Cao's small bungalow, Zheng Fan fell into a deep sleep once and entered a wonderful dream, and he never dreamed of the man and the baby's situation again.

There was nothing to say all night, unlike Zheng Fan, who went back to the room and slept very deadly, on the other side of the ocean, the Rothschild International Bank branch in London was extremely nervous.

"Damn ......"

The white-haired man who was nearly 60 years old standing in the gold investment department was full of irrepressible anger at the crazy rise in the international gold spot price.

The blonde woman Angela and the girl in the suit have already left, and in the face of the out-of-control gold price, the more than two million short positions of Rothschild International Bank at a low level have already been forcibly liquidated, and the losses calculated in hundreds of millions of dollars are even unbearable.

"Chairman, after a sharp fall, the dollar index contract has begun to stabilize and rebound, the Dow spot is showing a trend of rising and falling, and the international gold price has been fluctuating at $292, temporarily losing a clear trend." A middle-aged trader reported to the white-haired old man worriedly.

"How much profit do we make on U.S. dollar index futures?"

The white-haired old man observed the rapid rebound of the dollar index futures, and could not help but be annoyed that the power of shorting the dollar was far less powerful than the power to push gold prices up.

"The average cost of the 100,000 futures contracts we shorted on the U.S. dollar index futures was $98.2415 at an average cost of $98.0105, and the profit was less than $25 million, and with the rebound of the U.S. dollar index futures, this profit is shrinking." While the middle-aged trader responded, he observed the old man's face.

In fact, even if the middle-aged traders don't say it, the traders in the gold investment department also understand that compared with the hundreds of millions of dollars in gold spot losses, the current profits of US dollar index futures are simply a drop in the bucket.

And in the face of the rebound of the dollar index contract, if Rothschild International Bank does not choose to close the position, it is not known what will happen in the end.

"Although it is not as good as the 100 times leverage of international gold, the leverage of US dollar index futures is also 50 times, but it is a pity that the amount of 200 million US dollars invested is too small, and the fluctuation of US dollar index futures today is not very sufficient. The middle-aged trader didn't say anything, but he thought secretly in his heart.

"Haven't you found out about the institutions that are long in international gold?" The white-haired old man took a deep breath.

"The trading volume of international gold spot is too large, coupled with the London Metal Exchange's refusal to disclose information, so today's market trend is very chaotic and unclear. The middle-aged trader looked very helpless.

"Are all opportunities gone?"

The white-haired old man secretly hated in his heart, and now there was no hope of recovering the funds lost in the international gold spot.

"Chairman, what are we going to do with our short position in the dollar index contract?" The middle-aged trader asked nervously.

"Even if the dollar index contract falls by $1, there is some room for turnaround." The white-haired old man had already thought of the next board of directors at this time, and it would be difficult for him to explain to the other shareholders of Rothschild International Bank.

"Close the position."

Facing the bewildered eyes of the traders in the gold investment department, the white-haired old man finally made a decision after hesitating.

(The second update will be sent.) ）