Warren Buffett, Paul Mellon, Edward Johnson III, the head of Fidelity Funds, and the old man with mean words in his cigar is surnamed Morgan.

The other two old men, one of whom was silent and serious; A wheelchair-bound man closed his eyes and slept in response.

Hall didn't get a chance to speak the whole time, so he couldn't figure out the identities of the two until he was invited out of the study at the end of the chat.

But just listening to it already made his heart thunder, and he didn't have time to think about anything more.

In his memory, Neon maintained low monetary interest rates to develop the economy, and it was not until mid-1989 that he reluctantly woke up and tried to burst the economic bubble by raising interest rates sharply.

Then as we all know, the neon economy completely collapsed, and it fell into one big pit after another, falling into 'lost thirty years,'.

But at the moment, almost all the world's smart financial practitioners can feel the crazy abnormality of the neon economy.

The simplest example, two months ago, the Financial Times reported that there are more self-service consumer loan machines for ordinary people on the streets of Neon China than phone booths, and the loan procedure is more convenient than dial-up transfer.

There are even loan officers who give loans in the name of their pet dogs because they can't complete their performance......

This situation made Hall suspect that his memory was skewed, or that the Neon Cabinet had been overrun by a bunch of dog brains who took people's names.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the market is not immediately raised interest rates to cool down and let the market go to the abyss.

And the conversation in the study just now may answer his question - not that he doesn't want to do it, but that he can't do it!

According to this logic, he continues to push back, he does not know much about the semiconductor industry, and only vaguely knows that the neon economy collapsed, and the United States played the industrial transfer to support the stick.

Since the early 90s, Samsung has soared to build a semiconductor empire and led the entire domestic industry to take out neon.

Such a development process is actually within the expectations of some people, long before the explosion of the neon economic bubble, they were brewing layout?

Hall's mind was racing, and a little bit of reasoning guessed the general context, and his back couldn't help but feel a chill.

He wasn't a conspiracy theorist, but the conversation in the study, coupled with the identities of the old men:

Warren Buffett is a Judah, Morgan and Mellon are Orthodox on Aung Sa Wall Street, and Edward Johnson III's Fidelity Fund is the leader of the Boston consortium.

It is a bit meaningful for these circles that control the power of the United States and have complex and intertwined relationships to play together.

Hall hid in the toilet pit of the banquet hall and pondered quietly, making up the earth-shattering conspiracy common in all kinds of stall literature......

At the same time, in the study on the second floor, several old men were also talking about him.

"Why is this kid black-haired? I love blonde hair." John Megan put down his cigar and exhaled the smoke.

Paul Mellon was stroking a pocket watch: "His maternal line can be traced back to the ancient Orange-Nassau dynasty, don't question the child's ancestry, the most authoritative genealogist is in England."

"The old men of England are weaker than they seem, so anxious to choose a child as young as 17 years old." John Meghan sighed inexplicably, "But in any case, since he was made a choice, he is entitled to a chair here." ….

Edward Johnson III asked, "What did he talk to you?"

"Reynolds Nabiske, this kid is bluffing. I don't know what his real purpose is, maybe he wants to play Yin Kan's tricks." Paul Mellon curled the corners of his mouth and wrinkled his face, revealing an ugly smile.

The old man with a serious expression bowed slightly: "It's what the child who stabbed that sword can do, and courage is a virtue."

"Not only that, this kid is also very affectionate, Mao found three lovers before he grew up, and one of them is a dramatist." Paul laughed.

Edward Johnson countered sarcastically, "It's what you old-school aristocrats can do, lust is a virtue."

"Besides, I suddenly like this kid. Is there anything more important than reproducing a family, and today's young people should have this kind of tone?" John Mellon raised his chin, "

Little Johnson, I remember that your daughter is the same age as him, right, would you like to reward you with a grandson?"

"Fake, my daughter is going to have a wedding the day after tomorrow!" Edward yelled excitedly.

The old man in a wheelchair opened his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth: "Gentlemen, don't get off the point—yesorno?"

"We are just witnesses." Buffett's tone was slightly helpless.

He didn't like the guys who stepped into the coffin with half their feet in the coffin, gulping down cigars between their fingers and yelling at Fack.

But working on Wall Street, you can't avoid these old things that smell of decay.

…………

In the toilet of the banquet hall, Hall squatted until his legs were numb before he digested the huge amount of information, and slowly paced out.

"Did he go into the study on the second floor?" Suddenly, a low female voice sounded outside the toilet.

"Heh, it's really enviable, you should have had a chance, if you didn't marry a second-married old man from a peasant background."

"Instead of offending my marriage, I should think about how to behave well and compete for favor in front of my father."

Hall coughed lightly and waited two seconds before walking out of the bathroom, where a woman in front of the sink slowly touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, and another young man forced a smile on his face and nodded to him, and then walked away quickly.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any ill intentions, just out of curiosity."

Hall turned on the faucet to rinse his hands, and looked through the mirror to observe the woman next to him, Abigail Johnson, the daughter of the old man Johnson in the upstairs study.

He has just joined Fidelity Funds and is in charge of a fund of funds.

The man who just left was her brother, and it sounded like a bloody drama for the heir throne.

Hall couldn't help but praise Helena in her heart, her old mother is the most beautiful woman in the world, there is no one!

"It's okay, good people always suffer from good or malicious glances, just like you, don't you?" He is full of superiority, and he performs an elegant gentleman's style.

Abigail curled the corners of his mouth: "Kind eyes, I look forward to business cooperation with you."

"Although I said it when we first met just now, I still want to wish you a happy marriage again." Hall dropped a sentence and turned to leave.

Whether it's the "conspiracy" that the old guy talked about, or the battle of the heirs that he spied on by chance, it has nothing to do with him.

He mysteriously advertised everywhere tonight that he was going to make a big business, and the foreshadowing had been done, and it was time to act quickly to ambush him.

And poor Connery is still outside waiting for him to guard it.

"Hug me, I'm so cold." On the way back to the hotel, Connery asked for a hug like a frightened bunny.

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