Afterwards, according to the statistics of relevant experts.

The direct economic damage from the attacks alone is as high as $35 billion, with a further $14 billion in casualties.

Another $14 billion was spent on site clean-up and salvage costs.

Add in the $30 billion worth of insurance compensation from the World Cargo Center, as well as the insurance payments for the victims, and the total losses are in the hundreds of billions of dollars.

Second, the incident also caused a violent impact on the international financial industry.

There are many large banks, insurance, securities, accounting companies and other financial institutions in the World Goods Center, and the fire caused them to lose a lot of property, employees and data.

In particular, many of the victims were top executives of these companies.

For example, when the impact occurred, the top economists of the American Economists Association were meeting inside, and they were all wiped out.

It can be said that the death of thousands of top analysts, economists and traders is no less than a small war for the financial markets of the United States and the world.

"May God bless those innocent friends"

Chen Weidong drew a cross in front of him, although he did not do the 911 incident, but as a person of flesh and blood, he will still be a little uncomfortable to see this kind of thing.

However, this thought did not stay in the back of my mind for long.

Chen Weidong just shook his head, and quickly put these distracting thoughts away.

The only task now is to escape victoriously and make a perfect finale.

Although the "plate" of international crude oil is large enough, with the blessing of 50 times leverage, 500 billion US dollars is definitely not so easy to get out.

Although the world's money is leading the way, the amount of money they hold is terrifying.

So much so that no one in the world could have imagined that someone would be so bold as to bet on the skyrocketing price of crude oil for just eight minutes by betting on tens of billions of dollars!

If it is tens of billions of dollars, when the price of crude oil has skyrocketed and the trading volume has increased sharply, there is no pressure to escape.

But with a huge amount of orders of 500 billion US dollars, there are simply not so many pick-up heroes.

If you throw it all out in one go, the soaring price of crude oil can be knocked down in an instant.

This is a great test of the cooperation between traders.

Only by throwing out in a planned way can we maximize profits.

Most of the time, being able to sell half of the position at a high level is already considered a sharp operation.

Chen Weidong did not call to inquire immediately.

Because it's someone else's office.

Although I don't know how the Infinity Private Placement is going, the backbone members of the Private Equity have been performing well for so many years, and I think the harvest will not be too bad this time.

"More than $50 billion?!"

Chen Jie didn't know when he walked to John Rockefeller Jr.'s computer, looked at the account balance on the display, and drooled on the spot.

This leverage is insane.

That's a lot of money at a cost of just a billion dollars.

John D. Rockefeller Jr. used $1 billion to leverage 50 times, worth $50 billion, and the price of crude oil skyrocketed from $15 to $32, doubling his profits.

That's $50 billion.

Seeing the bright red number in front of the computer, Chen Weidong almost laughed off his big teeth.

They paid ten times as much as Rockefeller.

And the payoff?

"How? Mr. John. Chen Weidong turned his head and looked at the old man on the side.

At this time, the price of international crude oil has fallen sharply, falling back to around $18, and the infinity private placement should have been successfully out.

The profit of 50 billion dollars is the profit of the Rockefeller consortium.

However, looking at the appearance of John Rockefeller Jr. now, it seems that he is a little unhappy.

Chen Weidong chuckled in his heart, almost forgetting that John Rockefeller Jr. was a native of the United States, and how could he be happy when the Pentagon was attacked.

"I'd like to ask, did you already know about this plan?"

John Rockefeller Jr. leaned on crutches as a fulcrum, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the two young men in front of him with a pair of falcon-like eyes, as if he would immediately take the most severe action if he found out that they were lying.

In this case, no matter who it is, they will wonder if Chen Weidong and them have long known that this attack will happen.

There is even reason to suspect that there is some kind of connection between them.

Otherwise, it's just too much of a coincidence.

"If I say, I don't know, do you believe it?"

Chen Weidong exhaled slightly, and sat back on the sofa, with that breezy expression on his face, which made people unable to see what he was thinking at all.

The atmosphere in the office became extremely depressing, and Chen Jie, who was originally going to drink coffee to suppress the shock, did not dare to gasp, and his hand holding the cup trembled a little.

This is the United States, and if these cold-blooded conglomerates secretly do themselves, they don't even need a reason.

I've finally worked hard, but I haven't enjoyed it enough.

"I believe it."

After a long time, John Rockefeller Jr. bent over his waist and finally spoke again.

Now, he has no reason not to believe it, because he has already boarded the thief ship of Chen Weidong, and their Rockefeller consortium has also made a lot of money for it.

"Mr. John, you don't have to be like this, I can assure God that this incident has nothing to do with us at all."

"I said a long time ago that I am just a speculator from China." Chen Weidong saw that he had eased up, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young man, you have shown me the wisdom and wonder of the Orientals." John Rockefeller Jr. looked at Chen Weidong again and admired from the bottom of his heart.

Is there really an unpredictable prophet in this world?

"Thank you, Mr. John, for your help, and if we have the chance, I think we will work together again."

Chen Weidong stood up and said polite words happily, he couldn't wait, and wanted to go back and ask Feng Yiwen how the income was this time.

"Wait, little guy, your company, I'm interested, the Rockefeller consortium is willing to invest $10 billion to buy 5% of your shares."

However, at this very moment.

The old man suddenly stopped the two who wanted to slip away, and put forward a condition.

Since the consortium has provided them with cover, it is natural that they need to be exchanged at an equivalent price, there is no free lunch in the world, this is the way of business, and the so-called gratitude is better to cash on the spot.

The Rockefeller consortium, when did it ever do a loss-making business?

"Alas, Mr. John. We need to make a decision after returning to Huaxia and discussing with several shareholders of the company. ”

Chen Weidong turned around, wailing in his heart, and almost ran away.

He didn't expect John Rockefeller Jr. to take a fancy to his company, just like Lin Jiacheng back then.

Sure enough, these capitalists don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

According to his memory, the Rockefeller consortium already owned about 4% of the shares of Infinity, and if they were given another 5%, it would soon reach 10%.

What will be the far-reaching impact on the company's shareholding structure, and it will take him some time to sort out this thought.

"You don't need to worry too much, our consortium will not interfere with the operation of your company, and even at some point, we can provide you with some special help."

"After all, Huaxia's situation, I think you should know better than me."

"The social system determines the social atmosphere"

John Rockefeller Jr. did not continue, everyone is a smart person and should understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. John, I'll think about it carefully." Chen Weidong nodded slightly, this is indeed a problem that is difficult for private enterprises in China to escape.

But right now, Infinity doesn't have such a crisis yet.

After speaking, he and Chen Jie took the elevator and quickly left the Rockefeller Building.

After they left, the old man turned to the assistant next to him and asked, "How much money have they passed through our account?" ”

Gris bent down slightly and whispered a number in his ear.

John Rockefeller Jr.'s pupils suddenly shrank, and the crutches in his right hand couldn't help shaking.