"Tell me about your plan."
He Chusan opened the briefcase and took out a thick stack of data. Xie Yingjie picked up the desperately struggling big fish, threw it into the fishing bucket on the side with ease, and wiped his hands with a towel, "Take it back, don't show me fancy things, don't talk nonsense. What can you do for me? , what do you plan to do."
He Chusan stuffed the materials back into the bag and swallowed all the nonsense that lasted for an hour or two.
"Have you heard of hedge funds?"
"Know."
"At this time last year, international speculators used hedging methods in the European market to hit the lira, the mark and the pound one after another, and finally shorted 10 billion pounds on September 'Black Wednesday', forcing the pound to depreciate sharply and withdraw from the European exchange rate market. Within a few weeks , international speculators made a profit of seven billion dollars. Have you heard of this?"
Xie Yingjie's chilling gaze fell on him, already guessing what he wanted to say.
"Are you interested in having a game in Hong Kong?"
Xie Yingjie's expression did not loosen at all, looking at him indifferently. "The so-called speculators you have used are tens of billions of dollars, and they are all senior international traders. What are you? What qualifications do you have to learn from them?"
"The 'hedging ratio' based on hedging is accurately estimated through mathematical models. I am familiar with the Hong Kong market. I have the most first-class data analysis team in Hong Kong. Profit is more than 40% annually. Hong Kong's financial market is completely free and open, the linked exchange rate is highly transparent, and there are no self-protection measures in other regions; the aggregate balance of banks is very small, usually only between 1 billion and 1.5 billion Hong Kong dollars; retail investors The mentality of blind obedience is high, and rumors have a strong incitement effect... I just need to pick the opportunity of 'market making', short futures, short Hong Kong stocks, and use the media to spread rumors, and I can shake the entire Hong Kong financial market! Within two weeks, Profits can even be doubled!” [Note 1]
He Chusan said more and more eagerly, and his eyes were full of fanatical desires for wealth and power. Xie Yingjie turned his head to look at the water again, and snorted coldly, "Ha! Naive and ridiculous crazy talk. I thought you could say something."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Two bodyguards jumped out of the inner room and pressed He Chusan to the ground on the left and the right! The wooden chair overturned, "Pfft!" It smashed into the seaway!
He said coldly, "It's useless. Let's deal with it."
In the bodyguard's hand, there was an iron chain with the thickness of a finger, which wrapped around He Chusan's throat in the blink of an eye!
"The shopkeeper!" He Chusan shouted, grabbing at the chain with both hands, his cheeks flushed quickly, and gradually changed from a hoarse voice to a weak breath, "On the other side of the mountain is the construction of the Qingma Bridge and the new airport! The Big Buddha of the Temple of Heaven. The top has just been capped! And this place is still poor and dilapidated, and it has been eliminated by the times like the Jiaolong Walled City... You are about to retire in one year, and you will be eliminated by the times if you don't play a big game before you retire... Are you willing... "
Xie Yingjie looked at the water without any emotion. He Chusan's voice disappeared completely, and the struggle became weaker and weaker... Xie Yingjie suddenly raised his hand. The bodyguard's chains loosened. He Chusan fell to the ground, coughing with a red face, trembling to the edge of the wooden platform, and vomiting against the water.
He was about to spit out his stomach, and it took a long time for the dark vision to appear full of reflections on the water. He struggled to get up and saw that the bodyguard had disappeared from the wooden platform, and Xie Yingjie was still sitting there indifferently fishing. As if nothing had happened just now.
He Chusan wiped his mouth with his cuff and knelt down beside Xie Yingjie in embarrassment.
"How much do you need?" Xie Yingjie asked.
He Chusan panted, "Huh! Of course, huh, the more the better..." After turning around from the brink of death, his nervousness and fear disappeared completely, and there was a look of ruthlessness in his bloodshot eyes. Absolute and murderous. He blushed and a distorted smile appeared on his face, "When 'Inspector Lei' retired in 1973, it was said that he was worth 500 million Hong Kong dollars. After him, the shopkeeper devoted himself to 'business' for 20 years. , to take out five hundred million US dollars, is it not a lot?" [Note 2]
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There was another crunching sound on the wooden bridge, and plumes of cooking smoke rose from the huts on either side of the seaway. The agent of the old shopkeeper still led the way without hesitation, He Chusan followed behind him, and the two remained silent.
The agent led He Chusan back to the dock. Before leaving, he glanced at He Chusan's neck scars and bloodshot eyes, and suddenly sighed, "You are still so young."
He Chusan didn't answer, put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, passed by him indifferently, and stepped on the ferry.
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When the sun was setting, he returned to Hong Kong Island. Kevin was waiting for him at Sheung Wan Pier with two bodyguards. The scattered passengers got off the boat one after another, and Kevin saw that he was the last one to get out of the boat. It was already dark, and he still had sunglasses on his face. The tie was not knotted, but was loosely covered around his neck. The steps wobbled a little.
"Junior third brother!" Kevin rushed to help him, but he pushed him away.
"Don't touch me," he said hoarsely. "Go back."
Kevin nervously and worriedly led him towards the parking lot. When the two walked to a corner with few pedestrians, He Chusan suddenly stopped, "Across the street, when did the gray car hiding behind the truck park there?"
Kevin also felt that the car was a little familiar, and said suspiciously, "There was no parking on this street when I came."
He Chusan took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, suddenly walked straight towards the car, pulled the driver out by pulling open the door of the cab, and punched him to the ground. Another man rushed out of the passenger seat and was held down by Kevin and two bodyguards who were chasing after him. He Chusan opened the back seat door, dragged him out of the car amid the screams of the back seat passenger, and pressed him on the ground to meet him, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The ground is three punches! Then he tore off the tie around his neck and wrapped it around the other's neck!
The master who followed Kevin here was beaten up by him, his face crooked, and blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose! Kevin saw that Master's face was flushed, and he was struggling with his legs and feet. It was obvious that he was about to die! He exclaimed, "Mr. He!"
He Chusan turned a deaf ear, with a biting chill in his crimson eyes, as if possessed by evil spirits, he breathed like a wild beast from his throat. Kevin rushed up and shouted into his ear, "Junior third brother!!"
He Chusan suddenly let go of his hands, turned his head to look at Kevin as if returning to his soul, and then looked down at his blood-stained hands. He stood up and took a few steps back, without saying a word, and hurriedly walked towards the parking lot.
Kevin motioned for the two bodyguards to follow him quickly, and helped the choking master by himself. "Master, I'm very sorry. Mr. He is really dedicated to doing things for Master Qiao and the shopkeeper. Please don't push him too hard."
The master took it upon himself, and now he really felt the ruthlessness of Consultant He, and waved at Kevin in fear, telling him to get out of the way.
Kevin turned his head and ran, chasing into the parking lot, and seeing that several passers-by who came to pick up the car in front were frightened by He Chusan's strange appearance and the marks on his neck, they pointed at him. He quickly caught up, took off his coat and put it on He Chusan's head and shoulders. He Chusan trembled slightly, got into the car without saying a word, leaned against the car window, and let out a long breath as if he had collapsed.
"Mr. He..." Kevin said worriedly.
He Chusan closed his eyes tightly, his voice hoarse and cold as if someone had just been pulled out of the ice cave, "Don't talk, I'm tired, go back."
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[Note 1: He Chusan's "plan" here imitates the method used by international speculators to attack Hong Kong in 1998 to trigger a financial war. The background at this time is 1993. It is fabricated here that He Chusan came up with the 1998 strategy 5 years in advance based on the "Black Wednesday" (real event) in 1992. That year is lower. This plot is purely fabricated and fabricated. Friends who are familiar with economic and financial knowledge please be merciful, and don't go into it. Part of the information and data in this chapter refers to the book "Hong Kong Financial Defense" by Ye Yonggang and Mr. He Guohua and "Tsang Yam-kuen Talks about the Government's Market Entry Measures in the Legislative Council" in the Hong Kong Economic Herald in 1998, which is hereby noted.]
[Note 2: This is a tribute to the movie "The Legend of 500 Million Inspector Lai Luo", which has nothing to do with real people.]