Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Chapter 74 Outlaws of the Marsh

Tokyo, Nikkawa Building.

High, very high.

How tall?

Thirty-six stories high.

No, it's as high as the sky.

Holding the content faxed by Li Daxiao, Shen Jiannan was speechless for a long time.

Professionally speaking, it didn't catch any important points, neither the Ministry of Tibet nor any department of the Nihong government was mentioned.

But this sensationalism and title are simply invincible.

First, use our two words to increase the sense of substitution, then sensationally describe the expectations and despair of ordinary people in neon when facing high-priced housing, and finally use a deep dive.

The ultimate perfection, impeccable.

This kind of article that makes people instinctively substitute into their own is simply a big killer in the text version.

How did this head grow out?

It is conceivable that with the sensational level of Li Daxiao's article, he will be shot again tomorrow.

"This guy really knows how to kill!"

Putting down the document in his hand, Shen Jiannan laughed.

After such a piece of content exploded, Li Daxiao's position as an analyst in Asia First Finance and Economics was considered stable.

"Brother Zheng, make arrangements. Send someone to protect Li Daxiao's safety."

Hongkong.

Causeway Bay, Phoenix Tea Restaurant.

The huge tea restaurant was full of chaos, and the tables in the shop were pushed in the middle to form a temporary long table.

There were nearly a hundred people standing around it.

Hengyuan Finance Company, Changsheng Finance Company, Shenghe Finance Company.

They are the bosses of the clubs behind the financial companies in the Sheung Wan and Central districts, with a bunch of followers. The area of more than one hundred square meters seemed very crowded, and the number one hundred and ten men surrounded the place to the brim.

In the upper middle position, Peng San was smoking a cigar and pretending to be aggressive.

All around, the bosses of various associations looked at a piece of paper on the table in disbelief.

It is a shareholding document.

There are capital contributions, profit distribution, and rights and obligations.

On the second seat, Charlie Cao, a well-known lawyer in Hong Kong, explained with documents.

"It means that everyone can enjoy the same proportion of profits according to the amount of investment, and at the same time, they must also bear certain responsibilities according to the agreement."

"What does this management fee mean?"

"Oh, this is the fund management fee. All funds in the world will charge customers a certain management fee. It is charged in proportion to the profit. This is an industry rule."

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After some discussion, all the leaders of the association present were full of doubts.

In the past two days, Peng San traveled all over the major financial companies with two million Hong Kong dollars.

He wants to do transactions in major financial companies.

There is no fool who can open a bucket shop.

Just like in a casino, the one who can make money once is luck, and the one who can make money twice is still luck.

But if you make money every day and never lose money, you can only cheat.

Who doesn't know now that Peng San swept away all the major gambling shops and took away more than 400 million yuan. This is definitely not luck.

Only a fool would agree to take his money.

As a result, all bucket shops were naturally rejected.

But after being rejected, Peng San made an invitation, an invitation that people couldn't refuse.

Cooperation, cooperation to make money.

Cooperate to set up a private equity fund and share profits.

No one believed such nonsense.

But the temptation is too great.

Someone couldn't help asking.

"Peng San. What the hell are you trying to do? Don't think that I'm afraid of you because Qingshan Society doesn't dare to touch you Yunji."

"Peng San. I don't believe you would be so kind to bring everyone money?"

This is common sense.

Why do everyone hack and scramble for land every day, not to make money.

If it can make money, the ghost will let others take a share.

Doubt, wonder, puzzle.

No one knew what kind of medicine was sold in Peng San's gourd.

Peng San himself was not particularly clear about it.

Taking a deep puff of the cigar in his mouth, he spit out smoke rings one after another towards the sky.

Until the smoke dissipated, Peng San spread his arms and said.

"Ban Minghui, according to my original intention, I don't want to cooperate with rubbish like you."

Lan Minghui, whose full name is Zhang Jiahui, is a member of the older generation of the Hong Kong underworld, and is quite prestigious on the road.

Now he is scolded for being a trash, and everyone present quits.

"Peng San, don't be arrogant."

"Why are you talking to my brother?"

"Third Brother, Uncle Hui is a senior after all, you are too rude."

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Amidst the scolding, a group of people stared at Peng Sanwei, as if he would rush forward if he dared to say another word.

Peng San was taken aback, he quickly waved his hands and said.

"Misunderstanding, please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to target Uncle Hui."

"Then what do you mean?"

Peng San touched his nose, he said sincerely.

"I mean, everyone here is trash."

Arrogant, arrogant.

Although these people present were incomparable to the three major gangs, none of them were big brothers, and now Peng San dared to call them rubbish in public.

"Peng San, you're tired of working."

"Peng San, do you really think we can't deal with you with a big gang?"

"Peng San, you are too arrogant."

The faces of the heroes changed.

Everyone pointed at Peng San, wishing they could go up and smash his smiling face.

"Slap!"

Peng San snapped his fingers with a smile on his face.

Immediately, the excited and angry people became honest.

six people.

Six people who couldn't see their faces and were armed to the teeth walked in like ghosts.

Uniform steps, silent movements.

The people who came out to hang out had already disregarded life and death, but after seeing these six people who suddenly appeared, they still felt a chill down their backs.

The people on the periphery involuntarily took a few steps back, and many of them understood why Qingshan Society didn't dare to touch Yunji.

This is not a big circle boy at all, and it is not a club at all.

"Crack!"

In everyone's astonishment, Peng San clapped his hands.

"Forcing the good for prostitution, poisoning the public, oppressing the weak, are you rubbish?"

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No one answered.

Only dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Those six people in the back are too scary.

If Peng San was offended, it would be different from sending him to his death.

Not being afraid of death doesn't mean dying if you want to be confused.

"Trash like you really don't want to cooperate with you according to my original intention. I give you money. I think it's better to do charity! But someone asked me to cooperate with you, and I can't help it."

Who can be the boss is not a human being.

Brave but foolish, he can't survive a single episode in a series.

Someone asked Peng San to cooperate!

Who can make Peng San want to cooperate instead of cooperating?

Who can make a steady profit in the stock market where no one knows the ups and downs?

Who can arrange a group of such terrifying guys to follow Peng San?

Who can wipe out the halls of the Qingshan Society overnight and make the Qingshan Society dare not fight back?

Water Margin.

The boss present immediately thought of Water Margin.

The minds of all the bosses who dared not speak out became active.

"Third brother. Can you tell me who asked you to cooperate with us?"

"This is inconvenient. But I can assure you that you will not lose any points for what you deserve."