"This time, the 'Preat' fund, led by five investment banks including Pioneer Fund, State Street Bank, JP Morgan, Goldman Sachs, Citigroup, and Berkshire Hathaway and Falls Fund, will carry out a series of investment activities in Venezuela, with the threshold of US$1 billion per share, no upper limit, and the expected return on investment is 60%. Everyone is welcome to actively invest."

As the old stock god's old voice fell, everyone looked at each other. What does it mean? It is obvious that they want to make money and forcefully buy and sell?

Yang Cheng even broke out in a cold sweat, and his hair stood up, and he kept murmuring in his heart, "Preeding Fund? This name is appropriate. Poor Venezuela is regarded as the object of predation."

Looking at the expressionless old stock god, Yang Cheng silently mourned the Venezuelan people for three minutes. If you want to blame, you will blame you for being born in the wrong place and killing yourself.

"Warren, tell us the truth, how much has Berkshire invested in it?" John Paulson suddenly spoke and asked a question that everyone here wanted to know.

The old gust god glanced around, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he sucked a cigar hard, and he secretly spit out a number, "5 billion!"

John Paulson narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Go back to give me the account, I'll invest 1 share, and I'll leave in advance."

Yang Cheng reacted quickly, and said in a deep voice immediately afterwards, "It's my fault. I'm too tired today. I have to go back to take a break and say goodbye first."

The two walked out of the small reception room one after another. As Yang Cheng expected, John Paulson and others were around the corner of the corridor. When they saw Yang Cheng coming, they smiled bitterly, "Find a place to have a drink?"

"Just because of this, I know a good tavern, get into my car."

0 minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz parked in front of a small wooden house. The ink sky was filled with heavy snow, and there was no wind blowing again. If it weren't for a bad mood, it would be a good time to enjoy the snow scenery.

This tavern was run by a German couple. Yang Cheng once met by chance when she came to ski. All the wines inside were brewed by the male owner themselves, and the ingredients were hunted in the wild or collected from other hunters. Then they were cooked through the perfect cooking skills of his wife, which could bring people the most natural and wildest enjoyment. The tavern had no name but attracted Michelin magazines to come to see it. However, the old-fashioned Germans disdained this and regarded Michelin magazine recommendations as nonsense and didn't care at all. In his words, with more people coming here to eat, the taste changed.

Yang Cheng followed his memory and fortunately the dim light outside the tavern was still on. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to John Paulson, "Don't look at the small store, beer and craftsmanship are no less than the Michelin restaurant on Fifth Avenue."

John Paulson stood under the eaves of the corridor, shook the snowflakes on his windbreaker and smiled, "My tongue is very picky. If you are not satisfied, you will definitely vomit it on the ground."

Yang Cheng responded confidently, "I won't disappoint you."

After saying that, he lifted the blanket that blocked the wind at the door, crossed the high threshold and entered the store. A warm feeling came to his face, instantly dispelling the cold air on his body.

The decoration in the wooden house is very primitive. There are 4 round stools on a bar and 4 round tables next to it. There is no decoration at all, and there is not even a deer-headed specimen symbolizing the achievements of the hunter. It is so simple and scary!

He shouted to the direction of the kitchen, "Boss, the guest is here."

"Here!" A rough voice came out first, and then the floor trembled. The strong white-haired old man in a denim dress was down and crawled out of the kitchen. When he saw Yang Cheng and his group, he was stunned at first, and then asked, "Child, you are not going to the wrong place, right?"

The old man is also a flash of people, so he can't even push his business out of the door.

John Paulson also found it interesting. While taking off his windbreaker and handing it to the bodyguard, he looked at the old man and sat in front of the bar.

Yang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is not the first time I've been here. I'll serve some beer. I'll make all the ingredients left today. We have a lot of people."

After ordering the dishes casually, I pulled out my wallet, and pinched my fingers and pulled out a stack of brand new Swiss francs, putting them on the bar without counting them. This domineering action made the old man laugh, "It turned out to be you, child, I remember you. It was you, how many years ago, and the action of your money was still unchanged. I still can't forget it."

Yang Cheng did this on purpose, in order to evoke the old man's memories, it seems that he succeeded, "Thank you for remembering me."

The old man was not polite, so he pulled his hands and put a stack of money into the box in the bar, "Wait a minute, the wine and food will come soon."

When the old man returned to the kitchen, Ding Ling got busy, and John Paulson pointed to the box that had just filled the money and said, "You're so welcome."

Yang Cheng shrugged and explained, "Their meat is all wild game. Eating it in other places is about the same price as the added value. I don't give it much."

John Paulson didn't say anything more. He didn't feel sorry for the money. If the taste was worth it, he would be willing to give it 10 times more than that.

However, the purpose of the two was not to eat and drink, but mainly for what happened just now.

Their bodyguards sat scattered at the round table next to them. Although they had no communication, they were in a silent contest in secret. It was normal that their peers always disliked each other and were strong men playing with swords and guns. They believed that they were the second-rate master, and no one dared to recognize the first, so naturally no one would accept each other.

Of course, each other's big bosses are all in front of you, and no one dares to cause trouble. Don't you give your boss eye drops?

John Paulson took out his cell phone and clicked on an email and put it in front of Yang Cheng and said, "I just asked my assistant to check it. Time is tight and I didn't find much. But the Maduro that Warren mentioned was indeed a psychopath. Not only was he hostile to foreign companies, he also tried his best to force a large number of foreign companies to leave Venezuela.

Currently, there are multinational companies such as Pepsi, General Motors and United Technologies that cannot support it. They are reducing their domestic business in Venezuela to completely withdraw. If these large companies withdraw, Venezuela's unemployment rate will reach more than 5%!

Moreover, Venezuela's inflation rate is getting worse. In 20010, 1 US dollar could be converted to about 8 bolivars. According to today's unofficial exchange rate, 1 US dollar could be converted to more than thousands of bolivars. It is expected that Venezuela's prices will increase by more than 500% next year.

It is worth mentioning that Maduro has raised the domestic minimum wage standard three times, which has temporarily relieved the hardship of the poor people in Venezuela, but the far-reaching impact of the crazy depreciation of the currency has been formed."
Chapter completed!