Shorting the U.S. knife has always been a relatively strong hedge in the financial market. The US imperialists have too many financial experts, too many financial predators and huge conglomerates, who are active in the financial markets and have a lot of means.

Just a few years ago, Lin Fengdu could often hear people say that Huaxia Play Capital was far from being an opponent of US imperialism. The Western countries are the originators of playing with financial capital, and to put it mildly, they created the word finance.

This is not alarmist, from the opening of the Chinese market to the first two years, foreign funds accounted for a very large share of the financial market.

Why the Fed raised interest rates is naturally to attract funds back.

When the US imperialists are in economic recession, why should they incite the small countries around China to make trouble, because they want to create an atmosphere of insecurity in China and let the foreign capital in China be withdrawn, so as to "harm others and benefit themselves".

Of course, these are relatively obvious means, which are the so-called yang schemes.

It is difficult to defend against yang conspiracy because the other party has strong enough strength.

Therefore, China's financial market, to put it bluntly, has grown up step by step in the continuous shearing of sheep.

There is nothing to be ashamed of, because for China to develop, it needs money.

When he was in high school, Lin Feng couldn't figure out why we wanted to attract investment and let foreigners make a lot of money from us. Is it true that our country has no money, can't it be printed without money, and the cost of paper money should be very low.

Later, he understood that there were "smart people" who had done this before, but the result was that he almost made a living.

So money is not printed casually.

Seven or eight hours before the opening of the U.S. imperialist securities market, New York was already brightly lit up, and all kinds of colorful lights lit up the sky overhead.

The location of Old Man Hao's villa is next to Central Park, which is a well-known rich area, so the security and environment are not bad.

People like to flaunt their good side and hide the dirt and ugliness in the dark, like this city.

Some people once described it as a paradise on earth, but in Lin Feng's opinion, it is not much different from other cities in the world. The flow of people during the day is surging, and the lights are brilliant at night, and behind too much bright light, people's satisfaction, helplessness and accommodation with reality are hidden.

Is it just that people will really be satisfied?

Lin Feng didn't know, but he knew that he was not a person who would be easily satisfied, at least not yet.

The hand of shorting the American knife is actually his acquiescence, and the result is already obvious. The three major allies have fallen, and US imperialism has no reason or means to stand alone.

If Old Man Hao is willing to write an autobiography, this incident will surely become a glorious page in the whole book.

It's not a question of how much money is earned.

As Old Man Hao said, this is a raised eyebrow.

The financial hegemony that has been controlled by these Western capitalists for so many years has since been shaken, like a mountain and a river cracking into the sea.

Following the loss of a formidable means of force, they again lost their last barrier.

What choice will everyone make next, whether to just hug and tremble, or bow your head and admit defeat, put aside the past grievances and work together?

Lin Feng hoped that it was the latter ending, otherwise his thoughts would be in vain.

"Aren't you going to take a break?"

Old man Hao appeared by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a goblet in his hand. His life is also colorful, and when he was young, he even broke through the rain of bullets, and he never saw any storms.

But today he was still stimulated, if it weren't for Lin Feng often giving him Hongyun tea to drink, lotus seed porridge to eat, and good maintenance of his body, maybe heart disease would have been stimulated.

So once he relaxed, his whole body was like collapse, and he urgently needed a little alcohol to provide him with energy.

"I've rested during the day, and now I don't feel sleepy. Lin Feng returned.

"Jet lag is one of the most annoying things in the world. ”

"What are your plans next?" Lin Feng asked.

"I'm going back, I'm not playing," Old Man Hao said with a long sigh of relief, "I used to play financial games in China, and I felt very bored, thinking that I must come here to play a few big votes in this life." Now that my wish is fulfilled, what am I going to do here?"

Lin Feng smiled and asked, "Are you willing to give up your two foreign secretaries?"

"What is there to be reluctant to?" people are still relatives of their hometown!" Old Man Hao said with infinite fascination, "Actually, I am sixty-three years old, should I consider holding my grandson?"

Lin Feng said in his heart, is the grandson you can hug if you want to? Your two daughters are not fuel-efficient lamps, especially Hao Xiaolei, who is simply the unthinkable posture of Lishan's mother, and Hu Yihai has been patting for so long, and there has been no movement.

Rather than thinking about holding a grandson, it is a little more likely to produce one yourself.

"It's time to go back," Lin Feng said, "Come with me tomorrow when things are done." ”

"Okay, then I'll go sleep for a while. ”

Lin Feng turned off the lights in the living room and sat on the large sofa that had been moved to the window, wandering around the Internet a little bored.

As we drifted into the night, the noise outside faded away, and the faint roar of a helicopter could occasionally be heard in the distance.

A dozen analysts huddled into two bedrooms for a break, they had to get up at 4 a.m. to analyze the data and provide the most reliable intelligence support for the final Armageddon.

These analysts come from all over the world, and they are potential stocks that Old Man Hao has tapped in the securities market for more than a year. After this time, they will receive a commission that they will enjoy for a lifetime.

But just like the question Lin Feng was thinking about just now, it was difficult for people's hearts to be satisfied, so the chief analyst known as Harry was only closing his eyes at this time and didn't really fall asleep.

There was a small signal transmitter in his coat pocket, and he was told that if he saw Lin Feng, he pressed his fingerprint on the glass above, and he would be able to locate it quickly.

It's just a simple positioning, and there is no danger.

When he received this job at that time, a group of high-end people promised to give him a huge payment, although it was not as much as that of Old Man Hao, but now he has a new idea.

The dozens of accounts that Old Man Hao let them control are now all in his hands, including passwords.

Although the old man was shrewd, he really didn't know anything about computers, so he entrusted everything to him.

Harry's idea was very simple, if he pressed this signal transmitter and someone came and attacked Lin Feng and Old Man Hao, then he could quietly transfer the 25 trillion US dollars in Old Man Hao's account to an account he opened in a Swiss bank.

25 trillion is enough for him to buy a small country, and all he needs to do is move his fingers lightly.

Such a temptation is not something that anyone can resist.

Press it, a voice kept urging in his ear, as long as he pressed it lightly, the money would belong to him, and he could get rid of Lin Feng, the great enemy of the world.

At that time, not only the richest man in the world, but also the world's peers will regard him as a friend and let him spend this life happily.

Then press it.

Gently place your index finger on the button, it's that simple.

Boom –

With an earth-shattering bang, the villa next to Central Park suddenly turned into a huge fireball, and the violent air currents with intense heat leveled dozens of surrounding villas at the same time.

Lin Feng flew a distance of several hundred meters like a kite with a broken string, grabbed the branch of a big tree to stabilize his body, he endured the pain attached to it, and rushed back to the center of the explosion despite the fact that the air was still as hot as flames.

He only had one thought in his heart, money didn't matter, Old Man Hao must not have an accident!

But when he returned to the center, all he saw was a large pit with a diameter of more than fifty meters, at least thirty meters deep!

It can be seen that the power of the explosion just now is huge, and it is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

There was nothing left in the pit except white smoke of dirt.

Was it blown up too?

Old Man Hao was also wearing the protective clothing given to him by Lin Feng, but the protective clothing could not defend against the destructive force generated by the vibration. He is already in his sixties, and the explosion just now is so violent, even Lin Feng's body that has been transformed four times is almost unbearable, and Old Man Hao estimates that there is more than one luck.