Reborn Financial Overlord

As the son of the Financial Secretary, he always has endless time and money to spend. Naturally, the Women's Branch Hospital has become the best place to spend time.

Taking Necmettin Jr., the son of Necmettin Sadak, the general manager of Samsun Port, the two laughed and laughed all the way into the largest women's hospital in Istanbul.

As soon as the two entered the door, Wanna, the manager on duty, came up to greet her, put her arm around Tolgahan Sayisman and said with a smile, "Tolgahan Sayisman, I haven't come to play for a long time. Aijier misses you so much."

Tolgahan Sayisman said with a lewd smile: "Really? Does she want to kill me, or does she want me to make her die?"

Wana laughed wildly: "You will know this if you try it yourself."

Soon the two arrived at the private room of Tolgahan Sayisman. Ai Jier was already sitting in the private room in a uniform full of temptation. Seeing her fair complexion, Tolgahan Sayisman shouted excitedly: "My baby, Wana said you missed me Now, is it true, tell me quickly, how do you want to die today.""

"I hate it, laughing at people in front of so many people, people ignore you..."

"Haha, did you hear, my baby is shy, you all hurry up and get out of here...hehe..."

Commoners are always full of vulgar tastes, and noble nobles certainly cannot be too vulgar.

Tolgahan Sayisman has always described himself as an aristocrat, so naturally he is not as hungry as ordinary people.

Harmful!

In fact, I just took the medicine. Although I walked for more than ten minutes, the effect of the medicine has not yet come up.

So, when the others left the room, feeling that it wasn't enough, Tolgahan Sayisman sang a folk dance with Egil and drank RAKI wine.

The pure and transparent RAKI wine, when mixed with the same clear and transparent mineral water, slowly transforms into a pure white wine color, exuding a rich aroma.

The two exchanged glasses like lovers, playing the role of a man and a woman in love.

Wait until the emotion is deep, and then do some violent fighting sports, sing a melody with ups and downs, it really wouldn't change for a god.

Five minutes later, Tolgahan Sayisman was exhausted, and he put his arms around Aijier and talked about his feelings, such as whether your boyfriend is tired from work and whether his work ability is as good as mine.

To be honest, Egil hates such topics.

But Tolgahan Sayisman's father is the financial secretary who is often on TV, so how dare she offend her.

Sometimes, she also thought that it would be great if she could marry Tolgahan Sayisman.

Of course, she knew very well that all this was fantasy.

How could a wealthy family like the Financial Secretary allow his son to marry such an unclean woman with pure faith? Her only destiny was to marry a commoner.

Amidst the gossip, Aiji accidentally got involved in an issue that the sisters had been discussing these two days.

"Wang, have you heard that recently everyone is saying that the lira will become waste paper after a few days."

Tolgahan Sayisman said noncommittally: "Are you kidding, how could lira become waste paper."

Seeing that Tolgahan Sayisman didn't believe it, Ai Jier said quickly: "Wang, I'm really not joking. Now who doesn't know that lira will become waste paper in a few days."

Tolgahan Sayisman saw Aijier's seriousness, and thought that the state-run women's branch would often send out some reliable news, so he couldn't help asking: "Who did you listen to?"

Aiji pouted on purpose and said, "Wang, the sisters are talking, you still don't believe it. Two days ago, the third floor was occupied by a big man for more than a month. You may not believe it. They took five suitcases and used them [-] million lire, and the tips given are [-] million. The generosity is unbelievable."

[-] million women's branch hospital?

Is this crazy or is it crazy?

Tolgahan Sayisman was dumbfounded and could hardly believe what he was hearing.

What is the concept of [-] million lire?

Although the lira has fallen to 5600 recently, it is still almost fifteen dollars.

With so much money, I have a sick mind to hire a brothel.

He is such a noble financial secretary, and he only spends 100 million lire at a time.

Who the hell can take that as a meal?

Tolgahan Sayisman said in disbelief, "How is this possible."

Women always like to persuade others. Seeing that Tolgahan Sayisman didn't believe it, Aiji was anxious: "I can still lie to you. The Japanese who came that day were all drunk and throwing money everywhere, saying that the lira will become useless anyway." Paper, I have a good sister who happened to be on it and heard what those people said..."

How could Tolgahan Sayisman believe in such words? He felt that such an exaggeration was nothing more than trying to make himself spend more, but just for fun, he picked up the wine glass on the table and said with a smile: "Don't listen to those people's nonsense, come on, let's Keep drinking."

"Oh, you are a real person. People only told you out of kindness. You still don't believe them."

"Haha, I believe, believe, baby, how can I not believe what you say, come on, you drink this glass of wine, and I will believe everything you say in the future."

"......"

Go to bed early and get up early, that has nothing to do with people who hang out in nightclubs.

What's more, playboys like Tolgahan Sayisman, day and night are their most normal life schedule.

At dawn, Tolgahan Sayisman led his younger brother, Nejimeddin, out of the women's hospital in a dizzy state.

Now, it's time to go back and catch up on some sleep.

But eat something first.

"Nejmeddin, are you hungry? Let's go over there to eat now. I'll take you to a more interesting place tonight."

Little Nejimedin had been busy all night, and he was already hungry, so he agreed immediately, and followed his big brother towards the direction of selling food.

But as they walked, the two of them slowed down.

The street more than 100 meters ahead is full of people standing, it seems that there are at least two to three hundred people.

"Nejmeddin, go over and see what's going on."

Nejmeddin was unwilling to go, but the financial secretary could only look up to Samsun's management, so he had no choice but to agree and trot towards the crowd.

Nine in the morning.

It's when Istanbul banks open their doors.

As usual, the major banks open their doors on time at this time.

Megil was sitting at the counter doing business as usual, but gradually, he felt something was wrong.

Although this is the city center and the bank is always busy, why are there so many people queuing up today?

Looking outside again, I don't know when, the gathered crowd has no end in sight.

This......

Chapter 1 David Rockefeller

At this time, Nejmeddin walked to the door of the bank, and he noticed that many people had passbooks in their hands.

Could it be that the bank uniformly replaced the bank card?

Nejmeddin felt a little strange in his heart, he asked a relatively honest person: "Hey, brother, what are you doing here in line?"

In Turkey, there are obvious antagonisms between classes. Especially in recent years, capital has monopolized all walks of life, causing ordinary people to have no future at all.

The poor are poor, the rich are rich.

Even the most basic needs of the poor can only be done by hand, because the women's branch is a monopoly industry, and the price is so high that ordinary people can't afford it.

In order to survive, the wives or girlfriends of the poor can only work part-time in the women's branch, but since the state-owned enterprises only have full-time employees, even if they are reduced to work in the women's branch, they still have to be exploited by various capitals of the women's branch.

Not only that, but the red light district is a place with a high crime rate. In order to ensure the safety of women, men have to guard the gate of the private women's branch where their girlfriends or wives work part-time at night, using their humble lives to guard the last hope in their hearts.

Therefore, Melding, who was asked, did not answer Nejimeddin's question.

His wife worked part-time at the women's branch at night. Several times, he saw Nejmeddin walking into a hotel with his wife in his arms.

hate

Why hate?

Shouldn't you be grateful?

Melding had already thought about it before she got married.

It is because of consumer consumption that the women's families are provided with the money they need for life. Whenever the economy is difficult, it is these prostitutes who help them tide over the difficulties.

So, how can female supporters hate those prostitutes.

People consume legally, let you make money, and let you survive the most difficult economic difficulties, and they are not raping you.

This is not something to be grateful for.

Of course, these are all ideas when I was young.

As he grew older, Maileding realized how ridiculous his thoughts were.

In this world, he would never have a bright future.

And poor people like him account for more than 90.00% of this country.

If it weren't for those corrupt bureaucrats colluding with greedy capitalists to monopolize all industries, why would I and my relatives never see hope, and why would I let my beloved wife endure all kinds of insults to earn humiliating money.

Is it because you don't work hard?

I work more than ten hours a day, and those damn capitalists actually say that it is the mercy of God.

But they use their power to make money every day.

Just wait, bloody bastard.

All your money will be turned into waste paper.

Mailer glanced at Nejimedin with hatred, his eyes were faintly filled with excitement and anticipation. Because of his wife, he had known for a long time that the father of this guy in front of him was the general manager of Samsun Port, and he had an affair with the son of the financial secretary. close relationship.

But Nejmeddin didn't know.

Calling an ordinary person brother in his capacity, he just asked a trivial matter, and it was fine if he didn't answer, but he dared to stare at him.

It's worth it.

Nejmeddin felt offended, and the eyes staring at him made him feel that his identity was being contemptuous.

Furious, Nejimedin grabbed Melding's neck and said viciously, "Hey, I asked you something, didn't you hear me? What are you guys doing here in line?"

Mailer dared not resist.

In this country, a rich man like Nejimeddin has legal immunity, even if he is killed, it will be fined at most.

Mailer blushed and said in pain, "You hurt me."

Nejimedin didn't care about this, he threw Mailer on the ground like a dead dog, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and cursed: "Bastard, tell me quickly, what are you doing here?"

chug chu...

Suddenly, Mailer, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, turned over and got up, and ran away.

Nejmeddin was taken aback, and couldn't help but swear, if he had known earlier, he should have kicked this lowly commoner to death just now.

But remembering that the task assigned by the boss had not yet been completed, Nejmeddin looked around at the avoiding crowd, and the angry eyes made him give up the idea of ​​asking again.

After thinking for a while, Nejmeddin took out a [-] lire bill from his pocket.

Untouchables are sluts, just like ants, as long as they see a little bread crumbs, they will forget that their friends or relatives or even themselves are being bullied.

As a businessman, Nejmeddin knew this very well. He handed the money in his hand to one of them: "Tell me what you are doing here, these are yours."

As Nejmeddin expected, looking at the money handed over, one of them hesitated and said, "I... let's go to the bank and change the lira into dollars."

Nejmeddin gave the money to the person who answered, and said dissatisfiedly, "Then why didn't you tell me when I asked you just now?"

The speaker took the money and said submissively, "I'm sorry..."

"Next time you don't want me to ask you a question, you have to ask it a second time."

At the entrance of an Italian fur shop, olgahan Sayisman was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. Nejimeddin walked over and said, "Those people are paying back the money. They said they want to exchange lira for dollars."

Lira into dollars?

Istanbul is an international trade center and foreign exchange is very common.

But so many people line up to exchange currency...

Herold froze for a moment.

He suddenly remembered what Ai Jier told him last night.

The lira, will depreciate, and may even become completely useless.

Is this true?