Wearing a suit and leather shoes, with neatly combed hair, shiny leather shoes, wearing a black windbreaker, and holding an authentic Cuban cigar in his hand, Fang Lang walked through everyone's expressions in a hurry

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The appearance of his appearance at this time, coupled with yellow skin and dark eyes, is undoubtedly very capable of attracting hatred. However, no one dared to come forward to provoke him, because there were eight burly men in black suits and sunglasses behind him.

A very dangerous person.

People on the street subconsciously moved out of the way, watching the bodyguards shouting in front and back, and then a group of sixteen or seventeen Wall Street "elites" followed Fang Lang into a building.

"This is Wall Street in Manhattan, New York, and at the end of the west is the famous Broadway." A white man with gold-rimmed eyes introduced what he saw along the way to this super-rich man who was said to come from a mysterious country in the East. Black Thursday has been a month.

Compared with his unlucky counterparts, Johnson, a young lawyer who once made a living by running errands on Wall Street, is now doing very well and cherishes this hard-won job. Once upon a time, Mandarin University

Wall Street, where the streets are full of rich people, is now full of bankrupt and unemployed people. About two months ago, Johnson, who was about to beg for food, wanted to give it a try and applied for a legal consultant job at a company called Oriental Trading Company. He got the job.

I got a job with a weekly salary of two hundred dollars. At that time, such a job was very decent for Johnson. Now, a job with a weekly salary of two hundred dollars is not as simple as decent. It is very

face.

Fang Lang nodded expressionlessly and looked up at the sign in front of him, Meile Securities. An OL girl with a hot figure was standing at the reception desk, watching this handsome Asian who looked like a rich man walking away.

When you come in, stand up immediately and say: "Hello. How can I serve you?"

Fang Lang did not speak, but raised his right hand, with his index and middle fingers tilted forward. Zhuang Sen immediately stepped forward and said, "Madam, our boss wants to see Mr. Fisher." The reception girl was looked at by the bodyguards.

His whole body was trembling, and he quickly said: "Excuse me, do you have any questions?"

Do you want to make an appointment?" Fang Lang took off his sunglasses, stepped forward with a smile, leaned over the reception desk, and stared at the reception girl's deep groove for two seconds. He smiled and said: "If you don't have an appointment, just say Fang Lang

Coming. Maybe Mr. Fisher will meet me."

"Wait a moment!" The reception girl was flustered by Fang Lang's unscrupulous eyes. She hurriedly picked up the phone in front of her and subconsciously tried to cover her chest with one hand. She put it down again for fear of offending the guy in front of her. She hurriedly looked up.

After the report, the guy's eyes took advantage of him by laughing along with him.

In less than five minutes, a supervisor hurried over and saw Fang Lang lying there staring at the beautiful woman's chest. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said loudly: "My friend, how are you doing recently? Daisy, you are not neglecting me."

Mr. Fang, right?"

Fang Lang turned around to look, opened his arms and laughed loudly: "John, you seem to have gained weight again. It seems that you have been doing well recently."

"No, no. I've been having a hard time, especially in the past month." John came forward with a smile, and when he hugged Fang Lang vigorously, he turned to Daisy and said: "Daisy, if you don't mind, from now on you

I am responsible for entertaining Mr. Fang. Don’t worry, Mr. Fang will not let you down.” He turned around and said, “Fang, am I right?”

"I don't care. I'm going to Broadway tonight to see if I have a chance to have an affair." Fang Lang shrugged. Daisy was still a little conflicted. After hearing this, she immediately walked out with a smile, stretched out her hand to hold Fang Lang's arm and said:

"Mr. Fang, I'm happy to serve you." As he spoke, his plump breasts pressed tightly against Fang Lang's arm. The United States is a realistic society, and the financial disaster is enough to make most women who make a living on Wall Street give up and not be able to become

There is dignity in eating bread, and Daisy is no exception.

"I closed down all my businesses on the east coast and rushed to the United States with the purpose of moving these businesses back to China. Damn the stock market crash, I can't continue to earn dollars in the United States." Fang Lang, who has a rich temperament, complained.

, as if he had lost a lot of money. John shrugged cooperatively. The boss was also having a headache about this matter. As the China Affairs Advisor to the President of the United States, the boss was invited by the President to the White House to seek to increase Sino-U.S. trade.

efforts to save this disaster.

"What is President Hoover going to do?" Fang Lang seemed to be very interested in asking. John shrugged: "Who knows? What measures will China take?" In 1928, Republican candidate Hoover easily won the election.

Facing the economic crisis, Hoover had few options. He relied on a free economy and did not advocate government relief. The result was naturally accelerating the economic crisis.

"Tom, I am a businessman, and national affairs are not my responsibility." Fang Lang smiled and waved his hand, then he hugged the receptionist Daisy's slender waist very politely and walked into the elevator. He arrived at the Merlot Bank Headquarters on the 18th floor.

In the manager's office, Fang Lang, a major customer of Miller Bank, naturally received the warmest reception. Tom used to be the president of Miller Bank in China. He returned after the stock market crash and took over as the general manager of Miller Bank. Fang Lang's external identity

He is the president of Oriental Trading Company and has invested in more than thirty companies on the east coast of the United States. He has never been a major customer of Miller Bank.

At this time, Tom was most worried about Fang Lang withdrawing all the money from the bank. In the past year, although the situation of Meile Bank was not that bad, he did not want big customers like Fang Lang to withdraw funds.

"Fang, how is the situation in China?" Tom asked. Fang Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's very bad. The British have introduced a protectionist policy. The old European empires have enough colonies as markets. When I come to the United States this time, in addition to

In order to close down enterprises in the United States, we also need to purchase a batch of grain from the United States. You also know that there is still a market for grain in the Chinese market."

Tom was stunned and thought: How could this be possible? The United States has always paid close attention to China's agricultural products and has never heard of opportunities in China's grain market. Could it be said that this guy knew what policies the Chinese government was planning to introduce in advance?

At this time, there were footsteps at the door, and Fisher strode in, smiling warmly and reaching out. Fang Lang shook hands with him and said with a smile, "Mr. Fisher, I need to talk to you alone." Fisher.

I waved my hand, and the others voluntarily left. Tom, as Fisher's absolute confidant, did not stay.

"Mr. Fisher, my mission to the United States is absolutely confidential. I think you should know what to do." Fang Lang put away his smile and looked serious. Fisher nodded, pointed to the sofa and said: "Sit down.

Tell me what you need me to do."

"How much money do you have in hand now?" Fang Lang asked directly. Fisher pondered for a moment and said: "About five billion US dollars, all earned from the New York market and the European market in the past two years."

"Very good, these funds are now allocated to me. Without my signature, no one can touch a cent." As he spoke, Fang Lang took out an envelope from his pocket. Fisher took the envelope and opened it in a hurry.

After reading it, he burned it and said seriously: "What specific instructions does the boss have?" The letter was written by Fang Jianxiong himself, and there were only four words on it, "Fang Lang is me."

"According to our intelligence, many companies in the United States are seeking to cooperate with the Soviet Union. The bosses hope that these companies will go to China, focusing on manufacturing companies. The cabinet is about to introduce new policies to stimulate domestic demand, which requires a large amount of cheap food for relief. The Chinese government is stimulating domestic demand.

The new policy requires at least 100,000 technical personnel

, these people will be recruited from the United States. The boss wants you to facilitate a visit to the United States for the boss as soon as possible. At that time, Laobang will bring a delegation of entrepreneurs to the United States with a purchase order of at least six billion US dollars." Fang Lang smiled.

Looking at Fisher, the cunning Fisher suddenly sat up straight and said: "I understand."

As he spoke, Fisher picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Fisher, the President's China Affairs Advisor. Please answer the presidential line."

Beijing, Yuquan Mountain.

"There is a strong public voice for the government to bail out the market, and some members of Congress have also put forward motions. The cabinet is under great pressure." The regular monthly core meeting is held in Fang Jianxiong's study. If it is said that all of you here before were a little skeptical.

Fang Jianxiong’s judgment is really admirable now. “If we hadn’t started planning more than a year in advance and tightened monetary policy, the Chinese economy would have

The economy will suffer a heavier blow." Gu Weijun, who thought so, continued: "More than a year has passed since the U.S. stock market crash, and it is inevitable that the global economy will fall into a low ebb. In the past year, the Shanghai Stock Exchange Index has gone from 1,000 points to 1,000 points.

It has fallen to the current 520 points, and a large amount of private capital has evaporated. Fifty percent of private enterprises on the southeast coast have closed down, and action must be taken."

The eyes of the participants were all unconsciously focused on Fang Jianxiong, who was looking pensive. When it comes to economics, Fang Jianxiong is not a very expert person. He just relied on some past memories to propose a general direction. The world's economic crisis,

It is a disaster for other countries, but it is an opportunity for China.

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Yinchu, you are an expert, do you think we should bail out the market?"

"This is a worldwide economic crisis. The government's actions to rescue the market only treat the symptoms but are not advisable. The opposition party dares to say anything in order to please the people. The Republican Party, as the ruling party, must be responsible for the future of the country." Ma Yinchu answered affirmatively,
Chapter completed!