Reborn Financial Overlord

There is no choice!

After all, she also came from a big family, and Qina Kanoski was also very smart, so she immediately thought of an idea.

"Is this the praying mantis catching cicada?"

"If I'm not wrong, soon, someone will act. But the praying mantis catches the cicada, but the oriole is behind. Now, let's go to France to enjoy our three-person holiday. Hope we can have the most beautiful one summer."

London, England.

George Soros went straight to his villa in London as soon as he got off the plane.

His sexy new girlfriend had been waiting for a long time. After some simple intimacy, Soros returned to the study to check the trend of the pound and the lira.

For a man like him, at this time, the K-line on the computer screen is much sexier than a woman.

Lira to USD 480:1, GBP to USD 0.5108:1.

It's so sexy.

A glint of excitement flashed in George Soros' eyes. He knew that this time, he would definitely get his revenge and make a fortune from lira and sterling.

After thinking about it for a moment, he picked up the phone and called Kane Jimmit, his subordinate in Germany.

Soon, the phone was connected.

"Kane. It's me. I need you to contact your journalist friends in the shortest possible time. Now, we are going to do something big."

Bath's meeting is continuing.But the meeting also reached a deadlock.

The finance minister headed by Lamont is becoming more and more powerful, which puts Schlesinger under pressure. As Lamont said, if Germany wants to unify the European currency, it needs to assume the responsibility of the central bank to maintain the healthy development of the ECU.

But cutting interest rates will put the domestic inflation rate at a very dangerous level.

How to choose, this is really a difficult problem.

He picked up the pipe pot that he carried with him, filled it with a full amount of tobacco leaves, and took a puff. As the smoke infiltrated from the respiratory tract into the lungs, Schlesinger sighed silently.

This trick of the Americans is really despicable.

If Germany does not back down, there will be internal problems in the ECU. It is very likely that the UK will be marginalized out of anger and interests, which will cause a fundamental loophole in the ECU's exchange rate mechanism.

But if the interest rate is lowered, the interests of Germany will be greatly damaged, and it will be used to fill the two pitfalls of the United Kingdom and Italy.

Da da da--

Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor came from nearby. Before Schlesinger could react, several reporters rushed in front of him with long guns and short cannons.

"Mr. Schlesinger. Secretary Lamont believes that the European economy needs a looser monetary policy. What do you think about this?"

"Mr. Schlesinger. Will you make a rate cut decision for the health of the ECU."

"Mr. Schlesinger. If Deutsche Bank chooses to cut interest rates, will it cause damage to the German economy."

"Mr. Schlesinger. Some analysts believe that if Germany cuts interest rates, it may cause inflation in Germany to get out of control and exacerbate domestic and regional economic differences. What do you think about this?"

"..."

Chapter 6 Damn Bastard

At the north gate of the Royal Palace in Kensington, St. Paul's Girls' High School, a brand new silver-gray Bentley car slowly stopped at the gate of the school. ,

Soon, a slender, sweet-looking blonde girl wearing a school uniform and exuding youthful vigor walked out of the school gate. When she saw the Bentley parked by the roadside, a smile appeared on her young face.

It was Lucy Baden-Powell. Looking at her slim and beautiful figure, love appeared in Robert John's eyes, and he couldn't help but recall her mother when she was young.

Like, really like it.

Those two light red lips, those sky blue eyes, and the same wavy long hair.

Her tenderness and beauty made Robert John feel as if he had returned to his youth, possessing the most fervent love and inexhaustible strength.

blah blah-

He honked the horn to attract Lucy Baden-Powell's attention, and when she came over and got into the car, Robert took out the gift he had prepared and showed a mysterious smile.

"guess, what is this?"

A small red box of three inches square, delicate and radiant.

Little stars flashed in Lucy Baden-Powell's eyes, and excitement was written all over her face.

"Give it to me?"

"of course."

"What is it?"

"You will know when you open it. I think you will like it."

Is it!

Enduring the excitement, Lucy Baden-Powell opened the box.

A huge diamond exuded a brilliant luster under the sun. Lucy Baden-Powell was obsessed with that crystal luster, and immediately engulfed Robert John and gnawed wildly.

Ring.

It was a diamond ring of at least ten carats.

At this time, Robert John sent the ring, which meant nothing could be clearer.

The excitement made Lucy Baden-Powell forget everything, she hugged Robert John's head tightly and kept kissing.

After a long time, there was a gap between the two, and Robert John's eyes were full of tenderness.

"Little baby. Will you marry me?"

Happiness came too suddenly.

Like a dream, Lucy Baden-Powell never imagined that Robert John would actually marry her.

This is incredible.

You know, with the wealth that the old radish has, he can marry a more beautiful girl.

"You really want to marry me?"

"Of course it is. You don't want to?"

"No, I would. I'm not dreaming."

"Oh. My darling, baby, touch it, it's all true."

hard!

It couldn't be truer than this.

But suddenly, Lucy Baden-Powell was a little embarrassed.

"My dad and mom won't bless us."

How can a marriage be without the blessing of the woman's parents? This is very unholy for Catholics.

Robert John deeply understood Lucy Baden-Powell's feelings, and he patted Lucy on the head like a loving father.

"Don't worry. I'll make them agree. Now, let's ask for their permission."

"But....."

"There's nothing but, trust me."

"..."

Lucy Baden-Powell hesitated to speak. Every time her mother saw Robert, she would yell and curse like crazy. Last time, she even took a knife and wanted to kill Robert.

She really didn't dare to think about how her mother would react if she knew she was going to marry Robert.

The past has become the past, why can't she bless me?

Lucy Baden-Powell just couldn't understand this.

In theory, it was her mother who betrayed and abandoned Robert first, but why, she acted like she had been greatly hurt.

hum-

The accelerator roared under Robert John's feet, and the silver-gray Bentley seemed to draw an arc, gradually moving away from the gate of St. Paul's Girls' High School.

The performance of the Bentley is very good, and the roads in London are also very smooth. It didn't take long for the car to reach a remote suburb without a sound.

The Baden-Powells soon appeared in front of them.

A two-story small villa, because of disrepair, looks a bit dilapidated, the elegance of the mottled walls and a car in the yard testify to the glory of this home.

Land Rover, you know, 30 years ago, it was worth [-] pounds.

But time is not forgiving after all, the once domineering Land Rover car now looks like a tattered, full of decadence.

Seeing things and remembering, seeing the car he bought for [-] pounds back then, the corners of Robert John's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

That day, he came back from Africa, thousands of miles away, with gifts, but saw the Land Rover parked in the yard like a swing, shaking so much that the whole body was about to collapse.

"Robert!"

Marriage is a lifelong event for a woman.

Only one step away from the door of marriage, Lucy Baden-Powell couldn't help becoming nervous. She couldn't imagine what kind of reaction her parents would have when they found out that she was going to marry Robert.

Regarding this, Robert John just smiled faintly, his eyes full of confidence and strength.

"My darling. Don't worry, I'm here for everything. Isn't it?"

Confidence is contagious.

Perhaps it was Robert's strength and confidence that made Lucy Baden-Powell find support. She nodded, grabbed Robert's arm and walked towards the house.

Unfortunately, no one was home.

Suzanne has a job as a tailor, and Lucy's father has a job as a handyman in a repair shop. They are always busy until noon before going home to cook. After all, with such a high unemployment rate, it is already very difficult to have a job. Not easy, and eating out is expensive.

Squeak!

Lucy Baden-Powell took out the key and opened the door, and walked into the room with a sigh of relief.

The living room is fairly spacious, with some obviously old furniture, a [-]-inch black and white TV that should have been thrown into the trash, a leather black sofa, and a damp musty smell on the wooden floor , the environment is really a bit bad.

But luckily, it was clean.

Stepping on Cheng Liang's crocodile leather shoes, Robert John sat down on the sofa with big strides.

"Robert. How shall we explain it to them?"

"Little baby. Is it time to change your name?"

Lucy Baden-Powell still had a trace of shame on her young face, but in the end, she agreed to Robert's request.

"Honey. I'm a little worried."

"Oh. It's nothing to worry about. I'll take care of it. Come on, I'll tell you what to do in a whisper."

Attracted by Robert John's words, Lucy Baden-Powell couldn't help but tilt her head, but she didn't know she had been fooled until she got in front of Robert.

Too late.

Robert John was like the most experienced hunter, he pulled Lucy Baden-Powell's petite and youthful body into his arms, and before she could resist, he kissed her.

The midday sun was getting hotter and hotter. Baden-Powell dragged and sat on a dilapidated second-hand motorcycle, leaning against the intersection and smoking inferior cigarettes.

Although autumn is approaching, Baden-Powell is already covered in sweat and feels exhausted just after a morning's work. His oil-stained overalls are sticking to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Now, he just wants to go home, take a shower and have a good rest.But he has been waiting for 10 minutes, and Suzanne still hasn't come.

An inexplicable irritability welled up in my heart, perhaps because of being scolded by the leader in the morning, Baden-Powell suddenly wanted to get angry.

This damn day, when is the head.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in sight, and Baden-Powell knew who she was even if she couldn't see her face clearly.

"Damn. Can you hurry up, I've been waiting for 10 minutes."

"You still blame me. The wives of other people are housewives at home, and I have to go out to work. Are you still a man?"

After a while, Baden-Powell became angry.

He hated Suzanne's damn tone the most, as if everything was his fault.