"Woo~~~"

With the arrival of the Boeing 737 private jet at Hong Kong International Airport, Zheng Fan and Qin Yan also ended their 17-hour flight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's Monday, go straight to the Stock Exchange."

Because Qin Yan made contact in advance, after leaving the airport, the convoy was already waiting outside.

Seeing that Qin Yan couldn't help but say, she pushed Zheng Fan into the car, and Ye Qian, who came to pick up the airport, couldn't help but smile a little.

"Isn't this chasing ducks to the shelves? I've been out of the capital markets for a while, and I'm not prepared at all. Zheng Fan, who was on the big red flag, was somewhat helpless.

"Do you still need to prepare for a monster in the capital market like you? I have already let out the wind and will start a showdown with international speculators on the Stock Exchange today. Qin Yan's statement made Zheng Fan open his mouth, as if he had eaten a rotten egg.

"Please, aren't you fooling around? Now those international speculators must be in the limelight, and it is strange that they will fight to the death at this time, and they will not be gnawed to the point that there are no bones left. Zheng Fan, who was forcibly changed into a suit by Qin Yan on the plane, craned his neck to express his protest.

"There has been too much delay in the United States, and the current state of affairs really can't wait any longer." Qin Yan couldn't help but feel a little resentful when he thought that after seeing Zheng Fan, he had wasted more than half a month of time left and right.

"Will it solve the problem when I come back? You would be naïve. Zheng Fan took out a cigarette and lit it, and he didn't seem to have any heart.

"Are you ready?"

Qin Yan asked the female secretary of the co-pilot of the big red flag and took a stack of materials.

"I can't read so much information to the Stock Exchange, what are you going to do with me?" Zheng Fan, who was forcibly piled up by Qin Yan with the information, had obvious resistance.

"I don't care if you have learned about the capital market during this time, now that the Hang Seng Index has fallen below the 8,000-point integer mark, you must keep your promises." Qin Yan was almost in the rich house of Long Island, and she was forced to go from 9,000 points of the Hang Seng Index to 8,000 points and the integer mark was also broken.

"My promise is between Ye Qian, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, and a retired person like me is far less able to control the capital market than before, instead of pulling me back, it is better to find Ye Qian directly." Zheng Fan put the information aside, and he was really reluctant to participate in the capital market.

Just when Zheng Fan and Qin Yan failed to reach an agreement on the bailout issue, the convoy from the Hong Kong International Airport to the Stock Exchange was followed by an inconspicuous car.

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief Chen, why should we follow this team in front?" In the gray Lexus car, a male reporter in charge of appearing on the camera asked the girl in charge of the news channel.

"Sure enough, he's back."

Because in an outdoor basketball court in the mid-levels, Zheng Fan can occasionally be seen playing, and the girl is not very strange to him.

"The convoy in front, did you pick up the big guys?"

The male reporter who appeared on the camera sighed at the girl next to him, and he was a little unclear.

"Follow the convoy in front, but don't be discovered, look at it, the next Hong Kong capital market may set off a whirlwind again!" The girl obviously knows something about Zheng Fan.

"Isn't it, falling to this point and setting off a whirlwind? I'm out of mortgage now, and if it doesn't get better, I'll have to file for bankruptcy! The male reporter who drove the car seemed to be very sensitive to the problems of the capital market, and he actually showed a depressed look.

"A turnaround may be coming."

The girl's unexplained statement made the slightly depressed male reporter inevitably show an incredible look.

The bursting of the bubble in Hong Kong's stock market and real estate market has involved many people, although the high-rise buildings in Central, which still seems to be prosperous, is in fact already wailing everywhere, many companies and individuals have gone bankrupt, and for investors such as white-collar workers and gold-collar workers, they are even more overwhelmed.

The convoy departed from the Hong Kong International Airport in the early morning and drove all the way to the Harbourview Street Stock Exchange in Central, which took only 40 minutes.

"That's a lot of cars!"

When the big red flag stopped at the gate of the Stock Exchange, Zheng Fan had already seen a lot of cars arriving one after another, as if they were catching up with the opening time of the stock market.

"Hurry down."

Seeing Zheng Fan pretending to be stupid, as if the buns had entered the city and were dumbfounded, Qin Yan couldn't help but push him and urged.

"Boss, I've been waiting for you early in the morning."

While the old man Chang Xufa greeted Zheng Fan, he had an expectation that he couldn't hide.

"Well said."

The smile on Zheng Fan's face was a little reluctant, and he didn't linger much for the situation that there were many people outside the Stock Exchange, and hurriedly walked inside, as for the people who greeted others, he didn't even say hello.

"Didn't anyone from the proprietary department of Dafu Bank come?" Qin Yan saw that Ye Qian just brought a female secretary, and her expression couldn't help but be a little strange.

"Luo Hong and Liu Mingxuan are not coming, I can't move." Ye Qian smiled apologetically, feeling a little helpless.

"Damn!"

Qin Yan naturally knew that Ye Qian was in charge of Century Holdings, and if she couldn't call her a good name, the director of the self-management department must have received someone's instructions.

"Let's go in, even if Luo Hong and Liu Mingxuan don't come, Dafu Bank also has a few young representatives who go out of the market, and their ability will not be worse than that of the head of the self-operated department, and the most important thing is that the boss was escorted by you." Ye Qian tilted her head slightly towards the Stock Exchange, as if she was asking Qin Yan to follow closely, in case something went wrong.

"I thought that the mainland and Hong Kong governments were bluffing, but I didn't expect to really invite people back!" In a black Lincoln car, Di Liya, who was sitting inside, couldn't help but feel a little emotional when she saw Zheng Fan enter the Stock Exchange.

"Damn, look at what you've done, can you bring me over and let people watch?" Different from the gazes of all parties, Zheng Fan, who entered the Stock Exchange, even muttered angrily to Qin Yan who followed up.

"It sounds like you're out of the market for the first time, right? Hurry up and put on the red vest, the number 051 is the one I chose for you, don't be nervous when the time comes. Qin Yan helped Zheng Fan take off his coat and suit and put the red vest on him.

"Whew~~~"

Zheng Fan, who was wearing a red vest, let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but recall in his mind the scene when he was listed on the New York Stock Exchange.

"In order to stabilize the Hong Kong stock market, not only the head of the central bank of the mainland, but also the head of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority, as well as the shareholders of some listed companies and the heads of local financial institutions in Hong Kong, do you want to talk a few words?" Qin Yan looked at the group of bigwigs standing in the lobby of the Stock Exchange and reminded Zheng Fan.

"Forget it."

Zheng Fanla pulled his face and didn't pull it in the slightest.

Entering the trading hall, seeing that many representatives wearing red vests were already preparing for the opening of the Hang Seng Index, Zheng Fan, under the guidance of Qin Yan, lowered his head and walked towards the front of the Dafu Bank market.

Different from the orderly trading hall in the past, as soon as Zheng Fan came in, he could feel that the trading hall was extremely chaotic, there were a lot of people, and he could even see a lot of foreigners.

Trading representatives in red vests and some people who are not traders mingle in the trading floor, both extremely busy and nervous, and the sound of phone calls is incessant.

"Hehe~~~ It's really a terrible person, it seems that there is something to play in the capital market today." An old Western man wearing a red vest and balding on his head couldn't help but smile and sigh to the young assistant next to him when he saw Zheng Fan walking to the trading seat and sitting down without showing his face.

This balding old man is none other than Julian Robertson, the helmsman of the Tiger Fund, one of the main international speculators who shorted the Hong Kong financial market.

"He's Zheng Fan, the boss of Century Holdings, right?"

The young female assistant next to the bald old man confirmed with a slightly strange expression.

"No wonder there are rumors in the market that today the Hong Kong government will vigorously rescue the market and start a decisive battle with international speculators, and now it seems that it is really possible to monitor the capital movements of Century Holdings and Tatfook Bank in the international gold spot and international crude oil markets, and if anyone in the foreign exchange market eats Hong Kong dollars, they must report to me immediately." Although the bald old man's face was relaxed, the instructions he gave showed a little nervousness.

"Boss, if Century Holdings and Tatfook Bank exert their strength, the amount of funds that can be leveraged is too huge, not to mention in the stock market, even in the foreign exchange market, we can't compete with it." A young assistant reminded the bald old man.

"There is no need to worry too much, at least for now, Century Holdings and Tatfook Bank in the Hong Kong capital market, has not yet put on an offensive formation, and even if it is a fight for funds, the power of the entire market bears may not lose, as far as I know, the Federal Reserve has a very large amount of off-line funds, early in the layout of the short Asian financial market, if the Century Holdings to vigorously rescue the market, I am afraid it will really cause a century of war." The bald old man's soft laughter surprised the young assistant beside him.

"Twenty minutes before the opening of trading at 10 a.m., there were so many people pouring into the trading floor, which is really rare on the Stock Exchange!" In the accident seat of He's Securities, He Guangyao, who was wearing a suit and a red vest, saw that the trading hall had reached the point of overcrowding, and his slightly tired face couldn't help but show surprise.

"Boss, it's going to open in a short time, what should I do?" Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't show his head in the trading seat, Ye Qian couldn't help but ask him.

"Contact Liu Mingxuan and ask him to continue to close the long positions of international gold spots, and also, get ready, submit an application for spot delivery of a part of the long positions." Zheng Fan didn't care if it was a public place or not, he lit a cigarette and said to Ye Qian.

"Why is this so, now is the time when funds are needed, if Century Holdings has gold reserves, how can it protect the Hong Kong financial market?" After Qin Yan was shocked, she couldn't help but whisper in annoyance.

"It has been said before, use Ye Qian's own funds to protect the disk, Century Holdings and Tatfook Bank will not participate in it, if you are not satisfied, then even Ye Qian's own funds will be gone." Even though the Hang Seng Index was about to open, Zheng Fan still didn't follow Qin Yan's intentions.

(The third update will be sent.) ）