The Great Sage Returns from Ten Years of Imprisonment

On the highway leading to Pudong Airport, three brand-new luxury cars sped along, attracting countless envious glances.

In the lead black Range Rover, Mr. Chen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and said:

"Just a heads-up, Lingyun, Goldman Sachs sent someone over again yesterday afternoon to gather information. This time they went to headquarters, under the guise of discussing cooperation."

"The same thing happened at the Hong Kong Island branch. Now we can confirm that these damn foreigners are targeting your team."

"I understand. Mr. Wang informed me this morning, telling me to be extra careful."

Ling Yun leaned back in his chair and waved his hand dismissively.

"Clearly, our team's series of moves in the international crude oil futures market had already caught the attention of those bloodsucking vampires at Goldman Sachs."

"As a result, we withdrew in time, making a profit of eight or nine hundred million US dollars and leaving unscathed, catching Goldman Sachs completely off guard, which is why those foreigners were so furious."

At this point, his tone became more playful.

"Another reason is that international oil prices have fallen from their peak of $147.2 to $138, and we've remained inactive. These bastards are getting impatient!"

"Hahaha"

Everyone burst into laughter, each one beaming with joy.

As the laughter subsided, Mr. Chen leaned forward, his eyes full of anticipation.

What's your view on the future trend of international oil prices? Is there any possibility of a rebound?

Ling Yun's smile vanished, and he shook his head decisively.

"Absolutely impossible. International oil prices have already begun their dramatic plunge and will continue to fall. Shorting is the only correct strategy; going long is just suicide."

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise immediately flashed in the eyes of President Chen and Zhang Yuntian.

They had no doubt about Ling Yun's judgment.

This has been proven many times in the past month, and the $800-900 million in profits that drove some people at Goldman Sachs crazy is the best proof of that!

In addition to international oil prices, Lingyun also discussed the market conditions of other futures contracts with President Chen and the others, such as gold.

He was equally certain about the trend of gold prices.

It is asserted that gold, due to its strong safe-haven properties, will inevitably experience a super rally after the outbreak of the global financial crisis.

This super bull market could last for two or three years.

Although he had resigned from Yuanda Group, Ling Yun did not hesitate to give Chen and his team some pointers, telling them to seize these opportunities and help the company make a fortune.

Even Ling Yun himself is still cooperating with Yuanda Group, which is also a way to maintain a good cooperative relationship!

President Chen and Zhang Yuntian listened with beaming smiles, as if they had obtained a martial arts manual that would allow them to roam freely in the martial arts world!

About an hour later, the convoy arrived safely at Pudong International Airport.

Because it was the weekend, there were many passengers coming and going at the airport, and the parking lot was already full.

Ling Yun glanced at the situation in front of the terminal and patted Zhang Yuntian on the shoulder.

"That's enough for now. You don't need to go into the terminal; it'll only make things more emotional!"

"Next time you're in Beijing on business or travel, be sure to contact me! I'll treat you to a big meal!"

"I'll be visiting Shanghai often, since I'm still working with the group, and we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future!"

Mr. Chen and the others exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"Alright, we're all grown men, let's not stand on ceremony. Goodbye!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yuntian drove to the entrance of the terminal and slowly stopped in a temporary parking space.

Following closely behind, Zhou Hua and Li Jie also parked their car on the side of the road.

Ling Yun opened the car door and got out, walked around to the back of the Range Rover, opened the trunk, took out a suitcase, and placed it on the ground.

At this moment, Zhou Hua and Li Jie stepped forward and each gave Ling Yun a light punch on the shoulder.

"You're leaving Shanghai, buddy? I'm actually a little sad to see you go!"

"What the heck! Don't give me that."

Ling Yun chuckled as he parried the attack, then retorted irritably:

"Dude, I'm going back to Beijing, not to Mars. Is it really necessary to be so dramatic?"

"You're definitely not going to give up now. If there's any more thrilling projects in the future, don't forget about us."

Li Jie rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with longing for wealth.

"Just give the word, and we'll be there in a heartbeat!"

"Don't worry, I will never forget you all. We will definitely have another chance to fight side by side."

Before Ling Yun could finish speaking, a sudden, urgent honking sound came from behind.

Clearly, the drivers in the queue behind were getting impatient.

Ling Yun stopped talking, waved goodbye to Chen Zonghua and the others, and pushed two suitcases into the terminal.

Watching his dashing departing figure, Zhou Hua and the others were stunned for a few seconds.

They didn't come to their senses until they heard the horn sound again from behind.

They then turned around, got back into their cars, drove away from the terminal, and prepared to return to the city.

The car hadn't gone far when Zhang Lu suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Chen, I'd like to open a futures trading account with your company, just like Lingyun suggested: shorting international crude oil and going long on gold!"

"But I wouldn't dare go for too high a leverage; ten times is enough. I hope to earn some pocket money!"

President Chen turned to look at him, smiling and nodding.

"Of course, no problem. Just because you're Lingyun's lawyer, this is a sure win!"

"You've chosen the right direction. Our company will be focusing on these two investment areas for the foreseeable future!"

On the other side, Lingyun had already passed through security at the terminal entrance.

Then I went to the Air China check-in counter, queued up, used my ID card to get my boarding pass, and checked in my two suitcases.

Then, carrying a backpack and holding a boarding pass, I leisurely walked towards the security checkpoint.

Since he bought a first-class ticket, he didn't need to queue and could go through the VIP passenger security checkpoint.

He quickly completed the security check and headed straight for the Air China first-class lounge.

As he walked, he casually took out his phone and called his mother.

The call connected, and my mother's voice came through the receiver.

"Hey kid, have you set off yet?"

Ling Yun chuckled softly and replied:

"I've arrived at Pudong Airport. I should be back in Beijing before 8 PM, and home around 9 PM."

"Okay, I'll have your dad pick you up from the airport later. I'll be waiting at home."

"Stop making my dad go through all this trouble. It's not like I've been away from overseas for decades. I've already traveled back and forth between Shanghai and Beijing countless times."

"You're not happy about being picked up from the airport? You're such a troublemaker. In that case, don't make your dad go through all that trouble."

After chatting for a few more minutes, my mom ended the call.

After walking a while longer, Lingyun finally arrived at the entrance of the Air China first-class lounge.

He then showed his boarding pass and, guided by a female ground staff member, entered the first-class lounge.

Half an hour had passed in the time it took to talk.

Inside the first-class lounge.

Ling Yun sat on a single sofa, eating snacks and drinking coffee while flipping through a magazine in his hand.

He barely ate anything during the French lunch he had with Li Wen; he spent most of the time chatting.

He only drank two glasses of that 1982 Mouton Rothschild red wine, which cost over 30,000 yuan, while Li Wen drank more.

That's why, after entering the lounge, he went to the dining table and got some delicate snacks and fruits, and also ordered a cup of coffee to replenish his energy.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the lounge.

Ling Yun immediately looked up and saw it at a glance.

Several staff members in Air China uniforms, along with several men and women in shirts and trousers, escorted a man in his fifties with an impressive presence as he entered.

Upon seeing the man in his fifties, Ling Yun was suddenly stunned.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and froze on the sofa, not quite understanding what was happening for a long time.

Meanwhile, the group arrived nearby and sat down on some empty sofas not far away.

The next moment, Ling Yun got up from the sofa and walked straight toward the man in his fifties.

Before he could get close, he was stopped by an Air China employee.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ling Yun ignored the guy, staring directly at the man in his fifties, his voice clear and powerful.

"Excuse me for bothering you, Mr. Kong, but I have something I'd like to discuss with you. This matter is very important to several airlines, including Air China and China Eastern."

"For these state-owned airlines, this is a matter of life and death!"

"As the Chairman of Air China and the General Manager of China National Aviation Holding Company, I'm quite certain you'll be interested in what I'm about to say!"

"Whoosh!"

Everyone turned to look, curious but also somewhat wary.

"Wow, what a boastful tone!"

Mr. Kong looked at Ling Yun with great interest, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Who are you, and how do you know me? What exactly is this matter that you're talking about, which is crucial to the survival of several airlines?"

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