At half past four in the afternoon, Meigang Central District, Government Affairs Office Building.

At this time, Meigang already has the color of the magic capital, and even compared with the city of Macao.

This has a lot to do with Jiang Yang's "big strokes" and bold planning ideas.

The huge sums of money owed to banks and factories around the world are still piled up in the offices of the finance department of Meigang.

But at this time, the Supreme Finance Office does not seem to have any pressure.

Because now Mae Hong Kong is starting to make money.

Make a lot of money.

At a speed that Li Yan couldn't even imagine.

Looking at today's Mae Hong Kong, especially when viewed from a certain height, it stands out from the crowd in the entire Southeast Asian region.

Towering skyscrapers are still desperately being built, and machinery and workers are busy building the city.

Down, the traffic is endless, and everywhere is full of life.

Everywhere is the face of a metropolis.

The small "Ao City" got its name at this moment.

The establishment of Mae Hong Kong and its current scene have attracted many residents of the surrounding small countries.

It's a paradise for the rich.

Amusement parks, nightclubs, five-star hotels, and dozens of high-rise buildings and Ferris wheels that people in poor areas have never seen before.

Mae Hong Kong also has a "sea".

It's just that this "sea" is a fake sea, dug out by workers and machinery, and referencing the water of the Mekong River.

This "sea" has a very iconic name.

Mae Gang Wharf.

Some people say that once when Mae Gang did not appear, there were too many corpses buried under the location of this wharf, and too many souls were wandering.

These souls come from various countries.

And today, Meigang is like a needle rising from the ground.

Its grandeur and prosperity make the shadow of the once fearsome Mekong River no longer visible.

No one would associate the Mae Gang wharf at this time with the fishing village at that time.

No one would even think of how many lonely ghosts were buried under this water.

Even if there were, they were intimidated and suppressed by the momentum of this Mekong port.

There is a bridge across the Mae Gang wharf, with a total length of 3.6 kilometers, which is huge and magnificent, and looks spectacular, majestic, shocking, and inspiring.

The bridge resembles a giant arch connecting the two sections of Mae Gang Wharf.

In the very center, there are countless steel cables firmly grasping the bridge, which looks dazzling and colorful in the sun.

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Above, there are four large golden letters.

Meigang Bridge.

On the shore at 45 degrees from the side of the bridge, there is a building.

The building is nine stories high, very wide, and has a large compound.

The yard is full of all kinds of tropical plants and there is a fountain at the door.

There is a stone plaque in the middle of the fountain.

The sign reads: Mekong Supreme Government Office.

There are a lot of cars in the parking lot.

One of the pitch-black Rolls-Royces was placed in a separate position, with soldiers standing guard on either side.

The license plate is white, the number is only four digits, and it reads: Mae 0001 in black letters.

Looking up at the top of the building, the owner of the car was there.

When Jiang Yang began to get down to business with Mu Haipeng, Shen Yitong put down the teapot and tea set in his hand and went out in high heels.

The office door was closed.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can just see the view of the Mae Gang Wharf, the Mae Hong Kong Bridge, and the entire Mae Hong Kong.

"Mr. Jiang."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang with a smile: "Now that you already know, I came here for the purpose." Then I won't follow you around the bush anymore."

"I'm here to convey what Mr. Sain means."

"He wants you to join the Vanguard Fund."

"He wants to, Mae Gang."

Mu Haipeng raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang Yang: "Join, Vanguard Fund, or, Blackstone Group."

"You guys."

Mu Haipeng pointed at himself with both hands: "We."

"Cooperation."

"America, ours."

Mu Haipeng's eyes turned into a crescent moon with a smile, and he looked at Jiang Yang: "The world, ours."

With that, he gestured twice with his hands in the air.

"Playing cards."

"Shuffle."

"Deal."

"It's all us."

Mu Haipeng stretched out a finger and shook it: "Business, that's not how it works."

"Ye, Meigang, Blue Whale."

"It's all a very cumbersome method."

"Yours, business."

Mu Haipeng sat up straight, stretched out his hands, and compared them to a round ball: "It's not big."

Jiang Yang half leaned on the sofa, his right foot was raised on his left leg, his leather shoes were shiny in the sun, and he lowered his head and drank tea.

Silent.

After drinking, Gu Zi poured a glass.

"It's like I just said."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang and continued, "Big business.

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"It's just playing cards."

"Not only do we have to shuffle, deal, and play cards."

"Also, cut the cards."

A hint of confidence appeared in Mu Haipeng's eyes: "At any time, you can cut cards."

"Good cards, keep them for yourself."

Mu Haipeng straightened his waist, his right hand swayed slightly like sweeping garbage, and looked at Jiang Yang: "Bad cards, throw them to others."

"What if."

Mu Haipeng seemed to be tired of sitting on the sofa, moved slightly, changed to a more comfortable position, and then leaned forward and moved a little closer to Jiang Yang.

Gesturing with both hands, he looked at Jiang Yang and said, "If this card is not good."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly, and looked at Mu Haipeng with interest: "What if it's not good?"

Mu Haipeng smiled: "Overturn the table and reshuffle the cards."

"Shuffle until we get the cards."

"No, no, no."

Mu Haipeng immediately corrected: "They are all bad cards."

"It's just me, us."

"It's a good card."

Jiang Yang shook the teacup, with a smile on his face, and looked at Mu Haipeng: "How to wash this card?"

Mu Haipeng tilted his head and smiled after hearing this, giving Jiang Yang a meaningful look.

Jiang Yang put down the teacup and still leaned on the back of the sofa: "Let's talk about it."

Mu Haipeng smiled even brighter.

Finger tapped Jiang Yang.

It means to say: Sample, I don't believe you are not impressed.

Jiang Yang lowered his head slightly and touched his nose, with a hint of "embarrassed" and "shy" smiles.

Mu Haipeng was no longer verbose, and immediately sat up straight.

"Shuffling the cards is shuffling the situation of the whole world."

"A cooperative situation, a hostile situation."

"And."

Mu Haipeng raised his head, and his face suddenly became serious: "How much wealth can we stuff into our three big pockets with this machine in our hands?"

"The three pockets are Daofu, Vanguard, and Blackstone."

Jiang Yang picked up the teacup and blew on the hot air gently: "The machine in your mouth is the United States."

"Haha...... Hah!"

Mu Haipeng's laughter was weird, with a hint of excitement.

With a light clapping of his hands, he looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Talking to smart people is very effortless, and it is also full of pleasure."

With that, pick up the one on the table

Teacup, look up and drink it all.

It's like drinking liquor.