Wen Liang and his friends booked two luxurious sea view suites on the 15th floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall face the harbor and the Mid-Levels on the other side of Kowloon. There is a soft beauty couch in front of the window. You can lean on it and drink a special "Kowloon Club" cocktail while lying down and enjoying the wonderful scenery of the colorful Hong Kong River. In fact, in terms of hardware, the InterContinental may not be so outstanding, but the details everywhere show the charming refinement and luxury. Although the Hua Ting Hotel on the mountain is also a five-star hotel, it immediately pales in comparison with this place.
Speaking of the "Kowloon Club" cocktail, there is a legend that the Kowloon Peninsula is called "Kowloon" because there is a dragon on each of the nine mountains on the peninsula. They enter the harbor to bathe every day and drink water in the evening. The location of the InterContinental Hotel is the most attractive path for them to enter the sea, which also forms an excellent feng shui. This is very important for the people of Mingzhu who are obsessed with feng shui culture. In order to commemorate the "Legend of Kowloon", the hotel lobby lounge specially made the "Kowloon Club" cocktail during the tenth anniversary celebration, which became the first choice of most guests.
After the rooms were divided, the three girls, tired from the journey, went to take a shower and rest. Wen Liang stood in front of the French window looking at the sea view. He heard the door open behind him. He turned his head and saw Ning Xi walking in with the office lady.
He groaned miserably, covered his face with his hands, and said, "At least let me rest for a while, do you have to go through this right now?"
Ning Xi said unhappily, "Since the planning of this matter, you have been acting like a hands-off boss and not caring about anything. Today, I finally forced you to come with me to Mingzhu, and you still want to imitate Dayu in controlling floods and pass by your home three times without entering?"
Wen Liang rubbed his face, pulled himself together, and said with a smile: "I can't leave because I have to go to school. Besides, since you are here, why should I worry about anything else?"
Ning Xi rolled her eyes at him, pointed at the office lady, and said, "This is Shen Jia. She is the one who really took the trouble. From collecting information, opening accounts, to forming a team, and monitoring everything, it was all her work."
Wen Liang extended his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, I've heard Ning Xi mention you a long time ago and praised your talents. Seeing you today, I can see that you are indeed as good as the reputation."
Shen Jia's father was an old subordinate of Ning Xi's third uncle. He had known Ning Xi since childhood. Later, Ning Xi went to Wharton, and Shen Jia came to Mingzhu City to study. After graduation, he worked for UBS Huabao. In just three to five years, he became a well-known fund manager in the industry. He was also one of the third generation of foreign elite talents secretly cultivated by the Ning family.
Shen Jia didn't know much about Wen Liang, he only knew that he was one of the financial backers of this operation. Ning Xi didn't say anything else. No matter how many questions she had in her mind, she had to suppress them, smiled just right, and separated from Wen Liang immediately, saying, "Welcome, Master Wen."
Led by Shen Jia, Wen Liang and Ning Xi took the special elevator and went straight to the 17th floor. At the corner of the corridor, they pushed open the door of a suite, and there were three people sitting inside. One of them was a long-haired man wearing glasses. He was Ai Yiyi, who had followed Wen Liang to hype Ning Gaoke last year. He heard the noise, turned his head and looked over. A look of surprise instantly appeared on his face. He hurriedly stood up and walked over, saying stiffly but enthusiastically: "Boss Wen, Boss Ning, you are here."
Wen Liang smiled and shook hands with Ai Yiyi. I don't know if it was because the room was too hot or because the pressure of this operation was too great, but Ai Yiyi's palms were a little damp and hot, which was a bit inconsistent with his fame in the domestic futures market this year. At this time, the other two people also stood up. Shen Jia pointed at one of them and said, "This is Mr. Du Mingyang."
Du Mingyang had a standard 3:7 split hair, his hair was slicked with hairspray, and his suit and trousers looked meticulous. He looked very arrogant, and nodded slightly as a greeting. Shen Jia didn't say much, and it seemed that he knew this man's temper quite well, and then pointed at another person and said, "This is Christie..."
Christie is an American, but he is not as tall as the average European and American. He even looks a little petite when standing next to Wen Liang. However, his abundant hair gives him the unique roughness and wildness of white people. His blue eyes are calm and a little gloomy. Although he is only in his thirties, he has managed hundreds of millions of dollars of futures funds and has made a lot of gains in the Asian futures market. He is not particularly famous, but he is very powerful. This time, he was fired by his former employer in an internal fight because of a boat capsize in a ditch. Therefore, he was unemployed at home and rested, but was dug up by Ning Xi through various channels. Including Shen Jia, the sniping operation against the financial crisis in Southeast Asia was actually led by Christie, assisted by Ai Yiyi and Du Mingyang, and there were more than a dozen traders in the futures trading markets in Mingzhu, Singapore, New York and other places waiting to receive instructions, and Shen Jia played more of an organizational coordination role and acted as Ning Xi's agent.
This action started two months ago. After confirmation from various sources, Wen Liang got rid of the worry that the butterfly effect might have some uncontrollable impact on the financial storm that had occurred in his previous life, and officially decided to fish in the water and grab some pocket money from the shark mouths of the big guys. So Ning Xi first registered a private hedge fund in the Cayman Islands, and then tightened his belt, transferred 200 million from Bencao Ruolan, which had the largest cash flow, and took out 50 million from Qinghe, Xinxing, and Fenghuangniao. He also borrowed 150 million short-term low-interest loans from Qu Donghai of Jinlong Industrial, but the price was to ask Zuo Jing for a 300 million project for him. In addition to the 100 million cash he had left, a total of 600 million in cash was washed into secret accounts all over the world through the magic wand of Miss Shen Jia in Hong Kong.
Six hundred million is the limit of the funds that Wen Liang can mobilize. The companies under his name are all in the early stage of rapid development. If it weren't for the fact that they are all in the industry with large cash transaction volume, they don't squeeze too much funds. Let alone six hundred million, even 60 million would be enough. If it's more, it will threaten the healthy development of the company itself, which is not worth the loss. Although he can raise more funds through Ning Xi, people are greedy. The futures market has a leverage effect of six to seven times, and the contract value that six hundred million can leverage is not a small amount. There is no need to worry about it.
As for the funds raised by Ning Xi, it far exceeded Wen Liang's 600 million, a total of 5 billion Hong Kong dollars. Wen Liang did not ask about the specific channels, but it was nothing more than those wealthy families in Beijing. In other words, this time it was just a game to fish in troubled waters for Wen Liang to make some pocket money, but for Ning Xi, in addition to making money, he was more concerned about the overall situation in Beijing. He not only expanded his own network of contacts, but also tied more interest groups to the Ning faction's chariot.
Ever since Wen Liang stepped into Ning Huchen's villa and Ning Xi started to establish Hengsha Mining, her life no longer belonged to herself alone, but to the family. Therefore, every step she took had to be in line with the overall strategy of the Ning family, just like what she wanted to tell Wen Liang during this trip to Mingzhu.
Wen Liang did not stay in the room for long. He had said too much about the Asian financial crisis before. He told Ning Xi all the general trends he knew without reservation. The fund team headed by Christie was one of the most professional teams in the world. The most commonly used methods of futures trading were spot, spot contracts, forward contracts, etc. As long as they followed the orders, accurately estimated the price trend, and followed the Tiger Fund and Quantum Fund to pick up leaks, the Thai baht short position they had secretly established in the past two months was enough to create a legend of getting rich overnight again and make a fortune that ordinary people might not make in their entire lives.
And the Thai baht is just the appetizer of this feast!
After coming down from the 17th floor, Wen Liang and Ning Xi were the only ones in the luxury suite. Chang Cheng and Zhuo Min left tactfully. Wen Liang went to the small bar in the room and poured two glasses of Dubo.
e, handed Ning Xi a glass, touched it lightly, put it to his lips and took a sip, then looked down at Yi Ren curled up on the sofa and said softly, "Are you worried about something?"
Ning Xi raised her head and asked, "Can you see that?"
"Silly boy, how can I stand here if I can't even tell whether you are happy or sad?"
Wen Liang's fingers gently inserted into Ning Xi's hair, scratching her fair scalp lightly, and asked: "Besides meeting Chen Longqi, what else happened during your trip to the capital this time?"
Ning Xi felt the comfortable itchy feeling coming from her head, closed her eyes slightly, and whispered: "I'm going to see Grandpa..."
"Um?"
"Grandpa told me that after careful consideration of all aspects, he decided to stay in office at this year's First Plenary Session of the Central Committee..."
Wen Liang's hand suddenly stopped, and after a while he continued to move, saying: "Old Ning is still ambitious, this is a good thing!"
In his previous life, Ning Huchen stepped down this year and will officially retire next year. With the removal of Zhuang Maoxun, who was a thorn in his side, he effectively and swiftly eroded the army. Over the next decade or so, the Ning family gradually lost control of the army. Although for a family, the ups and downs of ten or twenty years are nothing but a trivial matter, as long as the family fire is kept alive and elites emerge in large numbers, there will always be a day for them to rise again.
However, Uncle Wen, who was just lamenting that the butterfly effect did not affect the financial crisis, was so quickly educated by the laws of history.
Continue to stay...
Ning Xi opened her eyes, her eyes filled with deep worry, and said, "Whether it is a good thing for the Ning family or not, it is still unclear, but it may not be a good thing for you and me."
(A long time ago, a friend asked me why I kept the timeline so tight, and I never answered. Today I finally wrote about the 1997 financial crisis, and the answer is actually about to come out. The reason why I rushed so hard before was that I wanted Uncle Wen to have enough funds to make a fortune in 1997, but when the day really came, I felt bored. It took four years to write the book, and it was dragged on for too long. Before and after this, I am afraid that no book about rebirth before 1997 does not involve the economic crisis. The simple ones are just about making money, the complex ones use it to expand their network, and the pretentious ones are nothing more than digging a pit to lure in the enemy, and then burying the enemy with the help of the financial crisis. The routine ends here, and it is difficult to write something new.)
(So when I wrote about Ning Gaoke earlier, I already said that it was a preview of the 1997 crisis. Since that time has been written in great detail, I will just skim through it this time. I guess readers don’t have the heart to read this plot for another 20 or 30 chapters, and I don’t have the mood to do so. However, Ning Xi and Wen Liang’s acquaintance originated from that conversation about the economic crisis. What they are about to face this time ends on the day when the economic crisis breaks out, so it can be considered as ‘having a beginning and an end’) (To be continued)