I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 415 It's hard to say who is in its hands (5270 Happy New Year to everyone)
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It turned out to be because of this!
No wonder Chen Wei behaved like this.

Ma Yun took a deep breath and looked solemn.

"Let's stop questioning for a while and wait and see." Cai Zhongxin, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, took out a glasses cloth and wiped his glasses without saying anything.

A two-story building with flying eaves and gables is hidden among the trees. Occasionally, people come in and out, all of them with serious expressions and strict manners.

"I originally thought that you had just returned from Europ after taking a flight for more than ten hours and needed to rest for a day or two. Why didn't my grandmother go back to Xinhao with you?"

Fang Yu held a handful of melon seeds in his hand and cracked them quickly.

"I'm just here to help. Why would she come with me? Eat less melon seeds. Too much will cause internal heat." Chen Shian said unhappily, "I'm in Europ, and I've heard about what's going on here. Can't you just focus on your own Yuzu Technology? Why do you have to get involved in Qianxun's mess?"

Fang Yu thought to himself: I was the one who muddied the water.

"Don't worry, we didn't break any laws or bully anyone. You don't understand the technology, so you don't know. Qianxun's problem is very difficult. If it were anyone else, it would probably take half a year to locate the source of the problem."

"Let alone half a year, in another two months, Qianxun's cash flow will be completely exhausted, and then it will have no choice but to go bankrupt."

"If Qianxun is really finished, the economic losses will be hundreds of billions, and tens of thousands of people will be unemployed, including the upstream and downstream industrial chains."

Chen Shian looked at Fang Yu and said, "You have always made us worry-free. I won't say anything about asking you to be careful, but you have to think about it. Even if you are qualified to bid, whether you can finally acquire Qianxun is a purely commercial act and requires the consent of the majority of shareholders."

"Qianxun's current major shareholder is BlackRock, right? I heard that the relationship between your company and BlackRock is a bit tense. If BlackRock interferes and refuses to be acquired, have you thought about how to deal with it?"

Fang Yu stretched lazily: "Qianxun is now in a dead end, why would Blackrock disagree?"

After that, Fang Yu blinked and said, "If we really can't reach an agreement, then we won't acquire it. There's no loss anyway."

Chen Shian snorted, "Don't try to be clever with me. You've been blinking whenever you lie since you were a child. You must change this habit, understand?"

Fang Yu really didn't realize that he had such a little flaw.

"Okay then." Fang Yu grabbed another handful of melon seeds, "Let me tell you the truth. Are you sure BlackRock is really Qianxun's major shareholder?"

Chen Shian was stunned. Isn't it a well-known fact that Qianxun has issued 3 billion US dollars of shares to BlackRock through private placement?

Including the 9% stake previously held by BlackRock, BlackRock now holds more than 21% of the shares, making it a clear major shareholder.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Shian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Qianxun is listed on the Nasdaq. According to Nasdaq regulations, in addition to the approval of the board of directors and the signing of an investment agreement, a private placement also requires the submission of an 8-K document to the SEC."

Fang Yu chuckled: "So far, I haven't found any S-3 or 8-K documents approved by the SEC on the SEC's official website."

"In other words, although BlackRock gave the money to Qianxun, from a legal perspective, BlackRock's private placement was not actually completed."

Chen Shian's eyes moved slightly: "You mean, you want to deny BlackRock's status as a major shareholder? But BlackRock can also ask for equity-convertible bonds. Three billion Malaysian dollars is not a small amount..."

"Grandpa, this is the most interesting part." Fang Yu leaned forward, his eyes shining, "What if BlackRock's money never actually entered Qianxun's public account?"

Even with Chen Shian's shrewdness, he couldn't help but shudder when he heard these words.

"What did you say!?"

Fang Yu licked his lips and said, "I checked. The money from BlackRock went into Qianxun Technology Information Company. From the name, it sounds like it's a subsidiary of Qianxun, right?"

"But this company is actually an offshore company with a BVI structure. It has nothing to do with Qianxun in a legal sense!"

"It can't be said that there is no relationship. This company controls part of Qianxun's intellectual property and is considered a supplier of Qianxun. Qianxun needs to pay a portion of the patent royalties to this company every year."

"It is estimated that Qianxun used the foreign exchange restrictions as an excuse to trick BlackRock into transferring funds to this company first. You know, this is also a common method of cross-border capital flow. The money was transferred out shortly after it arrived, but the recipient was not Qianxun's public account!"

"It is precisely because of this that Robert and his team were able to transfer the money so smoothly. Otherwise, they would not have had enough time to do so."

"If the money has not entered Qianxun's public account, it is not Qianxun's money. BlackRock is neither Qianxun's shareholder nor Qianxun's creditor. At most, they can be considered... victims?"

“Yes, that’s right, BlackRock is a victim of financial scumbag.”

"Since it's a financial scumbag, then you can find whoever you want. What does the matter of Qianxun Technology Information Company have to do with Qianxun Network Technology Company?"

Fang Yu spread his hands.

Chen Shian was stunned.

real or fake?

How could a global financial institution like BlackRock make such a mistake?

How did his grandson know all this?
Of course it was the Angel of Desire who reported to the Master.

There is no mandatory reporting requirement for fund transfers between BVI accounts, and confidentiality is extremely high.

Although these institutions sometimes cooperate with regulators in various countries to disclose the flow of some illegal funds, the required procedures and processes are extremely cumbersome and require enormous energy, which cannot be mastered in a short period of time.

Fang Yu was also puzzled. I didn't interfere in this matter at all. At most, I wanted Qianxun to lock up BlackRock's money, and then encourage investors to hold the management accountable and speed up the process of using someone else's money to take the blame.

How come BlackRock suddenly became a victim of a bad movie?
When he found out about this, he found it hilarious, and felt like this world was really just a bunch of makeshift gangs.

BlackRock was hyped up to be a miracle company, but Robert was able to defraud 3 billion using such crude means. The entire internal control system was non-existent, as if no one had investigated the background of Qianxun Information Technology.

No, the more likely possibility is that they knew, but were used to taking shortcuts, and felt that a company as big as Qianxun would not have any problems, so they adopted the most convenient way of capital flow.

It is probably also related to the cash flow pressure that Qianxun has been facing in recent months.

The reason why he changed his mind and decided to acquire Qianxun was because he discovered that there was a problem with the ownership of the money from BlackRock.

Otherwise, if we acquire Qianxun now, wouldn’t that just be covering up for Robert and BlackRock?

Robert took the money, and Yuzi Technology took on the debt. How could such a good thing happen?

What's worse, BlackRock may even use this opportunity to make equity demands on Yuzu Technology, which would be even more counterproductive.

Chen Shian also found it unbelievable after hearing it, until Fang Yu explained the whole story to him in more detail, and then he really believed it.

"Three billion dollars, oh! I remember that Robert's personal assets were over 10 billion dollars at his peak, right? Now, for a mere three billion dollars, he has gone far away under a different name. I don't know what he is after."

Chen Shian couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Yu curled his lips, haha, 3 billion yuan?
Not to mention the 1.7 billion spent in the intermediate costs, according to the information found by Youzi so far, it is hard to say whether the remaining 1.4 billion is in Robert's hands.
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Monte Carlo, Monaco.

As a den of Europa, Monaco, with a population of less than 40,000, has nearly 30,000 international residents and only over 7,000 local citizens.

The azure Mediterranean Sea sparkles in the sun, as if it were sprinkled with golden fragments.

Luxury yachts, long or short, are quietly docked in the port. On the distant hillside, beige villas are like pearls inlaid in the green.

In a boutique hotel in the Fontvieille district, a middle-aged Elegant man wearing a dark blue polo shirt and a sun hat was stopped by the front desk doorman just as he was about to walk out of the hotel door.

"Hello, Mr. Alexander de Rossi. I'm sorry to remind you that the deposit you paid for the room is not enough and you need to pay it back. How long will you need to stay?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "I deposited 10,000 Youyuan in advance. How come it's gone so quickly?"

The doorman kept a polite smile and said, "I'm sorry, it's the peak season recently. I told you when you extended your stay for the second time that the room rate has been raised to 659 yuan per night."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I know. I have something to do outside. I will give you the deposit when I come back."

"Okay, I hope you have fun in Monte Carlo." The doorman also looked very happy and waved to the middle-aged man.

Seeing the Algerian man walk out of the hotel, the Gallic doorman, who obviously has Algerian ancestry, couldn't help but show a look of contempt and envy on his face. "Damn those Algerian guys, it's because of them that our prices are so high."

"Shut up, Farid. This place doesn't belong to them, but it doesn't belong to us either. It only belongs to those local parasites. You can't get permanent residency before the Yazhou people come."

The other doorman who had been busy counting the guests checking in nearby said something to Farid in a bad mood.

They are all Gauls. Most of the service jobs in Monaco are done by Gauls. After all, this country is only two square kilometers, which is smaller than the jurisdiction area of ​​most street offices in Da Zhou.

It's true that if you fart a little louder, you can shit out of the country.

The Eurasian man naturally didn't know about the dispute between the two doormen. After walking out of the hotel door, he took off the sunglasses hanging on his collar and put them on his face.

Although there are not many people from the Great Zhou here, he is always worried about being recognized by others.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he is recognized. His current identity is Alexandre De Rossi, a Gallic citizen with permanent residency in Monaco. He has completely thrown away the identity of Robert Lee.

But even so, he still didn't want to appear in the crowd. As long as there were a few more people, he felt as if he was being pointed at by others.

Robert Lee pushed down the brim of his hat, and his leather shoes made a slight echo on the wet cobblestone street.

Melodious violin music came from the cafe on the corner, and several blonde tourists stood on the roadside taking selfies.

Robert carefully avoided the cameras of tourists, walked quickly through several paths, and came to the door of a building that looked to be two or three hundred years old.

This building is inconspicuous in Monte Carlo. It has a beige exterior and carved columns. On both sides of the gate are two pots of meticulously trimmed evergreen shrubs. Two ancient copper lamps with slight rust are hung on the carved columns.

Robert was obviously not familiar with this place. He looked up and down for a long time before he found a brass "R" mark engraved in an inconspicuous place on the gate.

It is here.

Robert Lee breathed a sigh of relief and found a stone grid less than a foot square next to the pillar on the left side of the gate. A brass bell was hung in the stone grid, with a red leather rope hanging below.

At the end of the leather rope was a small copper nameplate with the letters "Sub Rosa" engraved on it.

Madeleine had introduced this to Robert before. This is not English but Latin, and its literal translation is "under the rose".

This inscription comes from ancient Rome and its true meaning is "keep a secret".

Robert sighed softly and plucked the bell in a short-long rhythm, and then an echo of the bell came from a distance.

When Madeline and I came here, I never thought that one day I would actually need to use this escape route.

He has been in Monaco for almost a month, and has been in contact with Madeleine who is far away in the UK, discussing when he can return to the UK to reunite with his wife and children. However, Madeleine always says that now is not the right time because the situation is too tense.

He hardly even answers the phone lately, saying that contacting her too frequently would arouse suspicion.

But the problem is that my money is almost gone.

Fortunately, he and Madeleine had opened an account in a private bank in Monaco using a trust agency, and part of the money this time eventually flowed into this private bank.

Together with the 10 million Malaysian dollars previously in this bank, the total amount of this account is already more than 60 million Malaysian dollars.

Shortly after the bell rang, the door opened slightly, and then a blonde girl in a Dior suit appeared at the door and smiled at Robert Lee.

"Hello, distinguished guest. Please come in."

Robert Lee nodded to the blonde and stepped through the door.

The room is well air-conditioned, with a faint scent of cedar in the air, and maps of ancient maritime trade routes hanging on the walls.

Underfoot are dark green and white marble mosaic tiles with a shield pattern inlaid in the middle and an ancient key pattern in the center.

Behind the solid wood reception desk with a polished mirror-like finish stands a receptionist in a blue uniform with a professional smile on her face.

There is an oil painting portrait hanging above the reception desk, depicting a middle-aged white man wearing single-frame glasses and holding a walking stick.

"Sir, welcome back to Richelieu Private Bank. Your exclusive consultant has been waiting for you in the VIP room. Please allow me to show you the way."

The receptionist in a blue uniform politely gestured to lead the way, holding a folder in his arms, and twisted in front, leading Robert through the dark wooden door on the right side of the hall through a quiet corridor with stained glass windows on the right side.

The left side of the corridor is covered with black and white photos, many of the people in the photos seem to have appeared in various historical documents.

At the end of the corridor was also a small round hall with four oak doors on the wall. The receptionist knocked on one of the oak doors, then pushed the door open and made a gesture of invitation to Robert.

The room is still decorated in the style of one or two hundred years ago. The air-conditioning is turned on very high, and it even feels a little cold.

A white man in his early thirties wearing a high-end suit stood up from behind his desk when he saw Robert Lee come in and took the initiative to shake hands with Robert Lee.

"Sir, thank you very much for your trust in Richelieu Private Bank. You can call me Henri. Is there anything we can help you with?"

Robert Lee took out an exquisite silver key about six centimeters long from his pocket. A sapphire was inlaid on the end of the key.

"I should have told you on the phone before, please transfer all the money in my account to this account."

After that, Robert Lee took out another piece of paper, on which was an account opened in UBS in the name of Alexander De Rossi.

Henry took the key with a smile on his face: "Okay, sir, let me verify it first."

Henry put the key close to a small device next to him. The device made a "beep" sound and then a green light came on.

"Verified." The smile on Henry's face became even more friendly.

After that, Henry placed the silver key under the ultraviolet lamp at his side, and a string of digital codes appeared around the sapphire at the end of the key.

Henry skillfully entered the code into the computer in front of him, then nodded: "Sir, are you sure you want to transfer all of it to the account you specified?"

Some of the services of this type of private banking do not require identity verification, only token verification.

Of course, with the continuous crackdown on gold coin laundering internationally in recent years, many private banks have been forced to transform and require users to provide reliable identification.

But compared to public banks that accept deposits from the public, there is still a lot of privacy and convenience.

Robert Lee nodded: "Yes, all of them."

"Okay." Henry said nothing more and tapped on the computer a few times. "All the money has been transferred out, sir. Thank you again for your trust in Richelieu Private Bank."

Robert Lee breathed a sigh of relief.

With 60 million dollars, even if there is any problem with Madeline, he won't end up living on the streets.

Ever since the miscommunication with Madeline began, Robert Lee couldn't help but have some doubts, but he didn't dare to think about it too much. He could only tell himself that it was okay and that he would just have to wait until the storm passed.

With a "dong" sound, Robert Lee's mobile phone received a text message from UBS.

Robert Lee opened the text message, and just after taking a glance at it, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"Henry, isn't that right? There should be more than 64 million Malaysian dollars in this account. After deducting your various expenses, there should be 62 million. How come only 9.6 million was transferred?"

This type of private bank, which only recognizes items of trust and not people, does not charge interest. Instead, various custody fees and handling fees must be paid every year. If not paid, they will be deducted from the deposit.

Henry was stunned, tapped on the computer again, turned around and said politely: "Sir, there is only 1 million in your account. After deducting the 1.5% custody fee for two years, % insurance fee, rental fee, access fee, inventory fee, key fee, and storage fee, it is Malaysian dollars.

"Impossible!" Robert Lee's eyes widened. "There was a transfer of 50 million to this account just 20 days ago. Check it again!"

Henry frowned. "Sir, please calm down. We will not make any mistakes. Such a sum of money has never entered this account. You can confirm with your financial institution whether the money has really been remitted."

Robert Lee was struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)