Reborn Financial Overlord

Main business, fund lending, stock trading, and using 1 yuan as 10 yuan will help you get greater returns from investors.

After flipping through it roughly, Peng San was at a loss.As the four-nine son of Yunji, he didn't know that these things all had gangster backgrounds.

"What do you want me to do with these companies?"

"Tomorrow you take the remaining 30 and go to these companies to buy HSI futures."

"Why do you go to these places to buy? These guys have backgrounds behind them. This, Yunji Finance Company, I have met their boss. In fact, they are all owned by Yunji and Lian Kun's subordinates."

"I know. But at the moment we have too little funds, and finding these bucket shops can increase the leverage of our funds."

"Buck shop?"

"Well. I picked up these business cards at the stock exchange that day."

"Didn't you tell me not to touch pornography, gambling, and drugs?"

"bet?"

Shen Jiannan laughed.

"It's just a saying. In fact, what you buy is securities and futures, which is nothing more than greater leverage."

"Then how do these bucket shops make money?"

"The leverage is high, the probability of loss will be higher, and the loss of customers will be lost."

"That's not gambling!"

Peng San said unhappily.

Shen Jiannan laughed again.

"Have you seen the God of Gamblers and the Gambler? If Gao Jin's bet and Zhou Xingxing's bet existed, who would win?"

Peng San was taken aback, somewhat unable to understand what Shen Jiannan meant.

Shen Jiannan didn't want to tell the truth either, so he continued.

"Last year, Hong Kong's per capita GDP was US$1.37, while that of the mainland was US$370. There is a huge difference, almost a distorted gap. Do you know why this is so?"

"..."

To Peng San, this kind of question is like a bible, he can only continue to listen.

"In fact, the reason is very simple, Hong Kong is equivalent to a toll gate set up by our country facing the whole world.

Note that there is only one toll booth.

What concept?

It is equivalent to saying that one billion people support the development of millions of people in Hong Kong. It is also equivalent to saying that any country in the world must pass through Hong Kong if it wants to enter the domestic market.

It is a window, the only way to enter.

The Hong Kong stock market is also a barometer of Hong Kong's economy. In the current state, as long as the mainland does not fully liberalize the trade gateway, what will Hong Kong be like as a toll gate for a large country with more than one billion people?

It will just keep flying and the stock market will only go up and up. "

An unidentified feeling surged up.

Peng San digested it for a long time, but still didn't quite understand what was the relationship between it.However, he knew one thing, that Shen Jiannan had great confidence in saying this.

"Then I'll buy the [-] on me too."

"thump."

Shen Jiannan kicked Peng San.

"The white face said that you have strong limbs and a simple mind. Why do I think you are treacherous?"

Peng San laughed wickedly.

"Who doesn't do business that makes a steady profit without losing money?"

"That's all right, you. Send your little money back to your father. The 30 is enough. If you make a mistake, you won't feel sorry for yourself."

"..."

"Remember to buy the funds separately. I'm worried that these guys won't pay if they lose money."

"Normally not. If you don't have a reputation, you can't drive it at all."

"Be prepared."

"I know. If anyone dares to refuse to give money if he makes money, I will hack him to death."

"..."

"..."

The underworld in the movie fights and kills all day long, and you rob me.

Maybe for loyalty, maybe for territory.

Swords and swords, bullets flying randomly.

But in fact, in the eyes of a truly organized and disciplined society, these are things that fools can do.

Everyone came out to make money, and any association with a lot of money for medical expenses and settling expenses would go bankrupt.

If it is not a last resort, no one wants to fight without making money.

Like most organized societies, Yunji has been seeking a relatively stable business.

There are only a few years left in 97, who knows what the future will look like if you don't plan for a rainy day.

It’s just that Yunji’s background is a little shallow. The three major clubs can transfer talents and industries to Amsterdam, but Yunji can’t.

The only way is to try to get rid of the pure black industry and slowly bleach the gray area.

Yunji Finance Company is Yunji's trial on the road to whitewashing.

It turned out to be a success.

Theoretically, the stock market is divided into half and half, but the century-old history of the global stock market has already shown that there are only a few who make money.

So Yun Kee succeeded.

Relying on eating up customers' losses and high commissions, Yunji Finance Company's annual net profit exceeds [-] million yuan.

is the net profit.

Because there is basically no additional expenses in this business except for people to remove small advertisements, and there is almost no need to grab land, which means that there is no need to fight with people, and if you don’t fight, you don’t need to pay for relocation and medical expenses.

After a year, almost all the real gold and silver earned are net profits.

Yun Kee Finance Co., Ltd., [-]th Floor, Jin Mao Tower, Sheung Wan.

"Ah San. What kind of wind brought you here."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Lin Jiadong, who was in charge of the finance company, greeted Peng San with a smile.

Lin Jiadong smiled politely.

Peng San has become Yunji's celebrity recently, one person overwhelmed Heshengji with seven or eight people, and overthrew Heshengji's old red stick Tan Yaobing.

This kind of combat power is not an exaggeration to say that Yun Ji is now the number one thug.

For the juniors, Lin Jiadong has always admired them very much, not to mention that a fierce person like Peng San has a good relationship, which is not harmful to himself or the community.

"What did Uncle Dong say? You are an elder and I, a junior, shouldn't come to see you."

Lin Jiadong's expression was straight.

"to be frank."

"Okay! It's not that I just got a little thirsty when I was unloading with my brothers downstairs, so I came up to ask for a cup of tea."

Peng San's resentful expression made Lin Jiadong laugh.

Being able to fight and speak, and knowing how to respect elders, he really likes Peng San a little bit.

"Come on, come in with me for tea. Drink as much as you want. Ali, go down and buy some refreshments. Remember to buy Wang Ji."

"..."

Wang Kee Tea is quite famous in Sheung Wan.

It tastes good and is not greasy.

It's just that Peng San couldn't sit still after seeing the refreshments brought.

No, to be precise, it was after seeing the person who brought the refreshments.

Ali, Yunji's front desk clerk.

Not particularly pretty.

But the curves outlined by a tight professional suit and short skirt made Peng San's eyes almost bend.

Lin Jiadong laughed while sipping tea.

"This girl is not bad."

"Enn. No... I made Uncle Dong laugh."

"Haha, like it?"

"..."

"Don't worry. A serious girl, she came to work here after graduating from college."

Peng San couldn't understand what these words meant, he said a little embarrassedly.

"Thank you, Uncle Dong."

"Ha ha!"

"..."

After chatting for a long time, Peng San spoke casually with a deliberate tone.

"Uncle Dong. Can our brothers play with you?"

Picking up the tea on the table and sipping it lightly, Lin Jiadong said with a smile.

"Of course, it's only natural for my brother to take care of the club business. Why, are you interested?"

"Isn't this a bit of money from buying a horse two days ago? I want to play and try."

"At that time, I will ask Ali to help you."

"..."

Chapter 49 People miss you

A pot of tea, take a cold brew.

When the tea in the cup gradually became thinner, Peng San stood up tactfully.

"Uncle Dong, what's the rule when you play here?"

Lin Jiadong joked while sipping his tea.

"Are you in a hurry to play, or are you in a hurry to hook a girl!"

"Uncle Dong, don't make fun of me."

"Haha. Since you are in a hurry, let's drink this tea later. Ali, come over and drink."

Not long after, a girl stood at the door of Lin Jiadong's office. It was the woman who came to deliver refreshments earlier.

The girl is not top-notch beautiful, but her complexion is very fair, her face is delicate, and she has a very unique taste wrapped in a tight professional suit.

Femininity, or Xiaojiabiyu's taste.

Glancing at Peng San, who had twinkling eyes, Lin Jiadong laughed.

"Ali, this is Ah San, please greet me."

The girl named Ali shouted with some fear.

"Hello, third brother."