Ye Wenjing has not been to the New Special Economic Zone for a long time.

Since the last time he brought the British nobleman Rankine here to investigate, he has rarely contacted Jiang Yang.

Especially after helping Jiang Yang coordinate the use of the Ten Thousand Buddha Garden, he couldn't even get through on the phone.

Faced with the current situation of the new special zone, Jiang Yang can only choose to hold on alone.

During the entire process of the US sanctions on the new SAR, no one expressed their opinions and views, let alone helped.

There is no triangular alliance, and neither is the north.

In the final analysis, no one else can help with this kind of thing, and he can only carry it himself.

It is impossible for Jiang Yang to agree to let US capital intervene and control this place.

Even if there is no strategic cooperation signed with the north early, it is impossible to agree.

During the period when Ye Wenjing could not be contacted, more than half of the funds of the new special zone had been used soon, and there was no new capital injection.

Without businessmen from all over the world to settle in, many of the things on the planning map will have to be done by the new special zone itself, and the future risks will have to be borne by the new special zone itself.

For example, if the new special zone invests in and builds a city, and the city does not develop as imagined in the future, then all the losses will have to be borne by Jiang Yang himself.

The money was lent to him by Ye Wenjing.

At the end of the day, it's going to be returned.

The entire *** building of the new special zone is shrouded in a thick depression.

A strong sense of oppression makes everyone feel suffocated.

At this moment, they finally realized how small businessmen and a collective are in the face of the power of the state.

Especially, the kind of American, capital aggression machine.

The feeling of powerlessness that arises spontaneously from the soles of the feet makes the people in the entire office building be gloomy every day.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining.

Under the building of the new special zone, there was the sound of fists hitting sandbags, banging.

Each blow was full of power, reverberating throughout the corridor.

Jiang Yang was wearing black suit pants and black leather shoes, but he was naked, and his fists kept smashing on the huge sandbag in front of him.

The muscles on his back bulged high, and the uppercut was powerful from his waist, and the huge impact force was so strong that Ban Cun almost couldn't hold the military punching bag in front of him, which was taller than him.

"Bang bang."

"Bang!!"

"Bang bang."

"Bang !!"

Two light punches and one heavy punch, full of rhythm.

Sweat dripped down Jiang Yang's eyebrows, hair, and chin on the floor.

His pants were already soaked with sweat, and his leather shoes made a "creaking" and "creaking" sound on the slippery floor.

"Brother."

"My hands are sore."

Bancun's face was full of pain, and he hugged the sandbag: "You light."

His arms were red, and after a long period of exertion, he was already a little numb.

During this period of time, Jiang Yang didn't know what evil he had fallen into, and he had changed from practicing fighting once a week on Thursday to boxing every day, and he had to fight hundreds of sets of combination punches every time, and he would never give up without tossing and exhausting.

The point is, he is now extremely powerful.

It's a lot bigger than when I was training before.

In the past, when Jiang Yang was training in martial arts, Ban Cun would often play the role of a sparring partner.

For his brother's strength, Ban Cun is very clear in his heart.

He often does the work of carrying sandbags, but it used to be relatively easy.

Since arriving in Southeast Asia, he has found that he can't hold the sandbag.

Especially after each heavy blow, through the penetrating power transmitted to his chest through the heavy sandbag, Ban Cun could clearly feel that his brother's strength had increased by more than one level.

In Bancun's words, this kind of fist power has the flavor of Dongge.

"Then you let go."

Jiang Yang Khan

Dripping, chest up and down, arms down.

"If I let go, the punching bag will fly."

Bancun innocently hid behind the sandbag and looked at Jiang Yangdao.

"It's fine."

Jiang Yang gasped and waved his hand: "Let go."

"Okay."

Ban Cun responded, just took two steps back, hugged back to the sandbag, and muttered, "It's still ......."

Before the words fell, Jiang Yang's flying kick had already kicked on the sandbag.

Ban Cun couldn't react, "", and flew up with the sandbag, until three meters away, it fell on the combat pad with a bang, and the huge elasticity made him jump twice, sitting on the pad with a confused face, shaking his head.

Jiang Yang was also stunned, and said angrily, "Didn't you let go, what are you going back to do?"

Ban Cun said, "I didn't expect you to go straight to your feet!"

"It's all right."

Jiang Yang took a step forward, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat.

Bancun shook his head and sat up with the sandbag, "It's okay."

"Brother."

Jiang Yang picked up a wide robe and draped it over his body, and responded, "Hmm."

Ban Cun thought about it, walked up to Jiang Yang and said, "You seem to have a lot of trouble on your mind lately, and your strength is much greater than before."

Jiang Yang shook his hair and said, "Those yellow-haired cubs closed the window for us to settle the US dollar, and spread rumors about the New Special Economic Zone everywhere, and turned out all the things that happened to Chen Sesame and rotten grains in the past, and the people all over the world knew about it."

"Eight calves."

Jiang Yang scolded and shook his neck: "This time, it really makes me uncomfortable."

With that, he sat down in his chair with a big grin, took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked in a muffled voice.

Ban Cun looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Then let's settle in RMB!" Isn't it just dollars, if you don't use it, you don't need it, what's the big deal!"

"That's a good idea."

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and said, "But this is a very long process, and it can't be achieved overnight."

"The yellow-haired cubs are deeply ingrained in this place, almost 85% of Southeast Asia's commerce is inextricably linked to them, and the settlement method has always been in US dollars."

"We are just a small special zone, and even the surrounding countries cannot influence the situation, let alone affect the direction of this outcome."

Jiang Yang smoked a cigarette, looked at the smoke coming out and said, "In this case, no one can take care of us."

"We're up to us."

Bancun frowned: "Didn't the big leader surnamed Pi ask either?"

Jiang Yang looked at the board and pondered for a moment, "At this critical time, he can't come forward. Once he comes forward, the situation in the New Special Economic Zone, China, the United States, and the surrounding countries will all change."

"We can only get through this crisis on our own."

"It's like a catastrophe."

Jiang Yang put the towel on his shoulder, looked at Bancun and said, "Cross over, we are in a different situation. If we can't get through, I'm afraid that our group of people will be planted here for the rest of our lives."

"It's so serious!"

Bancun's expression gradually became serious.

Jiang Yang took the cigarette roll, looked at Bancun and smiled, "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid."

Bancun looked at Jiang Yang and said seriously, "Brother, since the day I followed you, I have not been afraid of anything."

"I'm not afraid of death, am I still afraid of this group of yellow-haired thieves?"

Bancun picked up the cigarette and lit it, and took a hard breath: "Isn't it just sanctions, isn't it just trying to clean us up?"

"Come on."

After that, he looked confident and shook his neck.

Jiang Yang looked at Bancun's confident expression and said, "If you have any good ideas, let's hear about them."

Bancun shook his head, "I don't have any ideas."

Jiang Yang was helpless: "Then you are so confident."

Bancun smoked a cigarette and turned his head to look at Jiang Yang: "Although I don't have any ideas, I don't know how to fight those bastards."

"But I know I have my brother."

"My brother must have an idea."