Chapter 84

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his hair combed neatly and neatly, the leather shoes under his feet are shiny, he is wearing a black trench coat, holding an authentic Cuban cigar in his hand, and he is unhurried through the street where everyone looks desperate. This dress appeared at this time, coupled with yellow skin and black eyes, it is undoubtedly very hateful. However, no one dared to step forward to provoke, because he was followed by eight big men in black suits and sunglasses, and they looked very dangerous at first glance.

Subconsciously, the people on the road consciously avoided it, watching the bodyguards hug back and forth, and then a group of sixteen or seventeen Wall Street "elites" followed Fang Lang into a building.

"This is Wall Street in Manhattan, New York, and at the end of the west side is the famous Broadway." A white man with gold-rimmed eyes tells the super-rich man, who is said to be from a mysterious country in the East, what he sees along the way. It's been a month since Black Thursday, and compared to those unlucky peers, Johnson, a young lawyer who used to eat on errands on Wall Street, is now doing very well and cherishing this hard-won job. Once upon a time, Wall Street was full of rich people, but now it is full of bankrupts and unemployed. About two months ago, Zhuang Sen, who was on a mission to ask for food, went to a company called Oriental Trading to apply for a legal counsel with the intention of trying it out. He was offered a job that paid $200 a week, which at the time was very decent for Johnson. Now, a job with a salary of $200 a week is not as simple as being decent, it is very decent.

Fang Lang nodded expressionlessly, raised his eyes and looked at the signboard in front of him, Merlot Securities. An OL girl with a hot figure stood at the reception and immediately stood up and straightened her chest when she walked in as this handsome-looking Oriental who was a rich man no matter how she looked at it: "Hello." What can I do for you? ”

Fang Lang didn't speak, but raised his right hand, his index finger and middle finger were cocked forward, and Zhuang Sen immediately stepped forward and said, "Madam, our boss wants to see Mr. Fisher." The reception girl was trembling by the eyes of the bodyguards, and hurriedly said, "Do you have an appointment?" Fang Lang took off his sunglasses, stepped forward with a smile, leaned over on the reception table, and stared at the deep ditch of the reception girl for two seconds. smiled: "Without an appointment, you just said that Fang Lang is here." Perhaps Mr. Fisher will meet me. ”

"Wait a minute!" The reception girl, who was flustered by Fang Lang's unscrupulous eyes, hurriedly picked up the phone in front of her, and subconsciously wanted to cover her chest with one hand, but she was afraid of annoying the guy in front of her and put it down. After a hurried upward report, the accompanying smile took advantage of this guy's eyes.

In less than five minutes, a supervisor hurried over, and saw Fang Lang lying there staring at the beauty's chest, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly: "My friend, how are you doing?" Daisy. You didn't snub Mr. Fang, did you? ”

Fang Lang turned his head to look, opened his arms and laughed: "John, you seem to be fat again, it seems that you have been doing well recently." ”

"No, no. I've had a bad time, especially in the last month. John stepped forward with a smile, and when he hugged Fang Lang vigorously, he turned his head to Daisy and said, "Daisy." If you don't mind, from now on you will be responsible for entertaining Mr. Fang. You can rest assured. Mr. Fang won't let you down. Turning his head as he spoke, he said, "Fang, I'm right, right?" ”

"I don't care, I'm going to go to Broadway at night and see if there's a chance to have an encounter." Fang Lang shrugged, Daisy was still a little resistant in her heart, and when she heard this, she immediately walked out with a smile, stretched out her hand to hold Fang Lang's arm and said, "Mr. Fang, I am happy to serve you." As he spoke, the plump double balls pressed tightly against Fang Lang's arms. The United States is a realistic society, and the financial catastrophe is enough to make the vast majority of women who make a living on Wall Street give up the dignity of not being able to eat as bread, and Daisy is no exception.

"I shut down all the businesses on the East Coast and rushed to the U.S. to move them back to China. Damn the crash, I can't continue to earn dollars in the US. Fang Lang, who has a very tyrant temperament, complained, as if he had lost a lot of money. John shrugged his shoulders very cooperatively, the boss was also having a headache about this matter, as the president's adviser on China affairs, the boss was invited by the president to the White House as a guest, seeking to increase Sino-US trade efforts to save the disaster.

"What is President Hoover going to do?" Fang Lang seemed to be very interested in asking, and John shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows?" What will China do? "In 1928, Republican candidate Herbert Hoover won the election with ease, and in the face of the economic crisis, Hoover had few options. Hoping for a free economy and not advocating for government relief naturally accelerated the economic crisis.

"Tom, I'm a businessman, and I'm not in charge of national affairs." Fang Lang smiled and waved his hand, and walked into the elevator very unceremoniously with the thin waist of the reception girl Daisy. Coming to the general manager's office on the eighteenth floor of Merlot Bank, Fang Lang, a major customer of Melo Bank, naturally received the warmest reception. Tom was previously the president of Merlot Bank China, but returned after the stock market crash and took over as the general manager of Merlot Bank. Fang Lang's external identity is the president of the Oriental Trading Company, and he has invested in more than 30 companies on the East Coast of the United States, and has never had a major customer of Merlot Bank.

At this time, Tom was most worried about Fang Lang withdrawing all the money from the bank, in the past year, although the situation of Merlot Bank was not so bad, but he didn't want a big customer like Fang Lang to siphon out the funds.

"Fang, what's the situation in China?" Tom asked, Fang Lang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's not good, the British have introduced a protectionist policy, and the old European empires have enough colonies as markets." When I came to the United States this time, in addition to shutting down enterprises in the United States, I also wanted to purchase a batch of grain from the United States. As you know, there is still a bit of a market for grain in the Chinese market. ”

Tom was stunned, how could the heart be possible? The United States has always paid close attention to China's agricultural products and has never heard of opportunities in China's grain market. Could it be that the Chinese government's plan to come up with a policy that was known to this guy in advance?

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Fisher strode in, smiling enthusiastically and reaching out. Fang Lang smiled as he shook hands with him, "Mr. Fisher, I need to talk to you alone. Fisher waved his hand, and the others consciously withdrew, and Tom, as Fisher's absolute confidant, did not stay.

"Mr. Fisher, my mission to the United States is completely classified, and I think you should know what to do." Fang Lang put away his smile and showed a stern expression. Fisher nodded, pointed to the couch and said, "Sit down and say, what do you need me to do." ”

"How much money do you have now?" Fang Lang asked directly, and Fisher said with a slight sigh: "There are about five billion US dollars, all of which have been earned from the New York market and the European market in the past two years. ”

"Very well, these funds are now allocated by me, and no one can move a penny without my signature." As he spoke, Fang Lang took out an envelope from his pocket, and after Fisher took the envelope and opened it, he hurriedly read it and burned it, and then said, "What specific instructions does the boss have?" The letter was written by Fang Jianxiong himself, and there were only four words on it, "Fang Lang is me."

"According to our intelligence, many American companies are seeking cooperation with the Soviet Union, and the boss wants these companies to go to China, with a focus on manufacturing companies. The Cabinet is about to introduce a new policy to stimulate domestic demand, and a large amount of cheap food is needed for relief. The Chinese government's new policy to boost domestic demand will require at least 100,000 technicians, who will be recruited from the United States. What the boss means, you can do your best to facilitate the execution of a boss's visit to the United States, when the old gang will come to the United States with a delegation of entrepreneurs, at least six billion dollars in purchase orders. Fang Lang looked at Fisher with a smile, and the treacherous and cunning Fisher sat up straight and said, "I understand." ”

As he spoke, Fisher picked up the phone: "Hello, I am Fisher, the president's adviser on China affairs, please answer the president's special line." ”

Beijing, Yuquan Mountain.

"There is a lot of demand from the people for the government to bail out the market, and some members of the National Assembly have also put forward motions, and there is a lot of pressure on the cabinet." The monthly routine core meeting is held in Fang Jianxiong's study, if everyone here was a little skeptical of Fang Jianxiong's judgment before, now it is really admirable. "If we hadn't started the layout more than a year ahead of schedule and contracted the monetary base, China's economy would have suffered a heavier blow," Gu Weijun, who thought so in his heart, continued: "It has been more than a year since the US stock market crash, and it is inevitable that the global economy will fall into a low ebb. In the past year, the Shanghai Stock Exchange index has fallen from 1,000 points to 520 points now, and a large amount of private capital has evaporated. Fifty percent of private enterprises on the southeast coast have closed down, and action must be taken. ”

The eyes of the participants unconsciously all converged on Fang Jianxiong, who looked contemplative, to talk about the economy, Fang Jianxiong is not too expert. However, relying on some memories of the past to put forward a general direction, the world economic crisis is a disaster for other countries, but for China, it is an opportunity.

Fang Jianxiong glanced at Ma Yinchu, who was sitting across from him, a figure who had only been absorbed into this inner circle in recent months, for the simple reason that he was an economist and that Fang was aware of his new population theory. "Yin Chu, you are an expert, do you think you should save the market?"

"This is a worldwide economic crisis, and the government's bailout of the market is not a symptom and is resolutely undesirable. The opposition parties dare to say anything in order to curry favor with the people, and the Republican Party, as the ruling party, must be responsible for the future of the country. Ma Yinchu replied in the affirmative, Fang Jianxiong was very satisfied with this answer in his heart, it seems that the celebrities in history were really not given for nothing.