Overnight, because the huge domestic assets of Tuohai Group were suddenly seized by the court, the group's high-level figures were summoned and investigated by the police, and Zhang Tuohai became a news figure on the Chinese network. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At the same time, in front of various media reporters, the police spokesman also solemnly warned: Zhang Tuohai, who is now traveling overseas, has recovered the legal net, and must return to China as soon as possible to surrender himself in order to strive for leniency.

In the VIP room of the New York Futures Exchange, sitting on the computer screen, Liu Yuming's face was heavy, he got up early and has been browsing the news about Zhang Tuohai many times, Liu Yuming never believed that things would be such a coincidence, Zhang Tuohai went abroad on the front foot, and the backyard suddenly caught fire. Although I don't know how the police found out about Zhang Tuohai's unspeakable secrets, Liu Yuming can be sure of one thing, that is, if it weren't for the implementation of Zhang Tuohai's crude oil short-selling plan, he would have been arrested by the police in China. Thinking that he hadn't heard Zhang Tuohai's news for several days, Liu Yuming was annoyed with the cursor and closed the webpage casually.

Picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip, Liu Yuming's eyes happened to touch the "New York Times" that had been issued a few days ago on the left side of the computer, and he suddenly felt even more uneasy. The headline on the second page of the newspaper was the news of a 7.4 magnitude earthquake at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean that permanently wiped an island known as Dragon Clam Island off the world map and triggered a tsunami.

Liu Yuming was indifferent to how much damage the tsunami had caused to the countries bordering the Atlantic, and he was not interested in the newspapers about whether the disappearance of Longclam Island would be beneficial to the peaceful coexistence of several countries in Africa's coastal areas, and Liu Yuming's only concern was whether Zhang Tuohai was responsible for the tsunami, and although he did not know where Zhang Tuohai and Yahan would eventually rush to save people, he had the last time he talked to Zhang Tuohai, and on the phone, Zhang Tuohai had clearly told Liu Yuming that he was in the Atlantic Ocean.

"If Brother Hai has already suffered misfortune, then his top priority, shouldn't he think about the way out?", the cursor clicked, clicked on the oil futures chart, and looked at the oil price curve that had been slanting upwards on the computer screen, Liu Yuming sighed uneasily in his heart: "Alas, according to the current upward rate of oil prices, with the remaining funds on his own books, I am afraid that he will not be able to maintain it for two more days, and he will be liquidated." ”

Should we no longer care about Zhang Tuohai's life and death, decisively admit defeat, clear the position in time, and then leave the country with the hundreds of millions of remaining funds in the account, and henceforth remain incognito and enjoy a dull and wealthy life? Or should we take the risk that it is very likely that we will eventually become a penniless flower, continue to hold the position, wait for Zhang Tuohai's news to be clear, and then make further plans? Feeling that it was really difficult to make a choice, Liu Yuming finally got up with a headache, put on the black fox collar fur coat, and walked out of the VIP hall with heavy steps.

At dinner time, the neon signs of Arashiyama Restaurant in Manhattan's meat storage district of New York City are filled with diners coming and going, and the crystal chandeliers and red candles on the dining tables, as well as the beautiful music of violin and piano strings, set off the dreamy atmosphere of the hall.

In the corner of the restaurant, a table of candlelight jumps, only to see the table on the table in addition to pan-fried veal steak, French black truffle mushroom foie gras toast, matsutake cream soup, pizza and a few dishes, among which there is an expensive vintage dry red from the top Bordeaux winery. Although the wine and food, the fragrance is fragrant, and the violinist is playing the relaxed and cheerful Schubert's famous song "When the Joy is Happy", but the Chinese man sitting at the table is holding a knife and fork, but his expression is sad.

The fate is uncertain, Liu Yuming has a lot of worries, but how can he have an appetite for a meal, sit alone for a while, only taste a few bites of the dishes, drink a glass of red wine, Liu Yuming put down the knife and fork, beckoned the waiter to settle the bill. Liu Yuming walked out of the door of Lanshan Restaurant on the front foot, and saw a table of diners in the hall hurriedly getting up and calling the waiter to settle the bill.

Although the wind is cold, the lights are flickering, and there are many red men and green women coming and going on the street. People are worried, often the more sober they are, the more painful they feel, in order to forget their worries, out of the Lanshan restaurant, Liu Yuming decided to go to the bar to buy drunk, through a brightly lit alley, get rid of a few heavy makeup, revealing clothes in the alley of the wind and dust women entangled, the alley turned left, Liu Yuming walked towards a shop called "Night Ni Dress" bar, unexpectedly, not far away, curled up on the side of the street suddenly reached out and pulled Liu Yuming's trouser legs.

Looking down and seeing that the man was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a dark scarf around his neck, and a shabby coat, he looked like a poor and homeless homeless man who was common on the street, and thought he was dirty.

"Don't do it, it's me. Aware of Liu Yuming's behavior, the homeless man said in a deep voice.

This person's voice was in his ears, and Liu Yuming suddenly stopped, staring at it with surprise in his eyes. The man looked up, although the street lights were dim, and the person's face was filthy, and most of them were wrapped in scarves, and his face was difficult to recognize, but with that familiar voice, Liu Yuming still knew the identity of this person in his heart.

"Brother Hai... It's you. At first glance, Zhang Tuohai was in a mixed mood, he was happy that Zhang Tuohai was still alive, and he was sad because he never imagined that Zhang Tuohai, who had always been majestic in front of people, would make such a miserable and depressed appearance.

"Someone is following you, don't turn around and pretend to give me the money. Zhang Tuohai kowtowed, pretending to be a beggar, and quietly rolled up his sleeves: "Remember, keep moving forward, and when you reach the next alley, I will send them away." ”

Seeing that under the cover of his sleeves, Zhang Tuohai's left hand was a dark and impressive pistol with a silencer, Liu Yuming immediately understood, while scolding and scolding, looking full of reluctance, while feeling out the wallet, pulling out a dollar bill, and throwing it away.

Who cares about a beggar? Seeing that after sending the beggar away, Liu Yuming walked forward again, not far from him, and the three blonde and blue-eyed men under the street lamp immediately stopped chatting and secretly embellished behind Liu Yuming.