Reborn Financial Overlord

Looking along the line of sight, a young man in his early thirties, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, was chatting and laughing happily with several celebrities. He showed good self-cultivation in every move, and he was elegant and gentlemanly, which made the faces of several celebrities Full of smiles.

Damn bastard, almost as handsome as me.

Shen Jiannan cursed in his heart, took Avril's hand and said, "Won't you introduce me to my uncle?"

Avril Lavigne was a little shy, but she still pulled Shen Jiannan towards Pierpont John Morgan.

Little Morgan had already noticed Shen Jiannan coming in, and at this moment, he noticed that his sister was leading someone over, smiled and apologized to the ladies, and looked at Shen Jiannan together.

It has to be said that capital has a strong effect of changing genes.

With nearly 200 years of family inheritance, the descendants of the Morgan family are all genetically perfect. As the current number one heir of the Morgan family, Pier Pont John Morgan is impeccable in terms of bearing, cultivation, and appearance.

He looked at Shen Jiannan with a smile on his face, but he didn't fall into any disadvantage. He was not afraid of the predatory, domineering and invincible belief in Shen Jiannan's eyes at all.

Of course, with the background of the Morgan family, as the first in line heir, Morgan Jr. has the capital to look at anyone.

Neither can Shen Jiannan.

You know, Morgan in the past was a creditor all over the world, and the Ministry of Finance of any country had to rely on the breath of the Morgan consortium.

Although it is no longer as famous as it used to be, and has been suppressed by the Conservative Party for many years, and the family label has been gradually weakened, the power accumulated over the past century is so huge that it has become a large and invisible existence compared to the phantom of fame back then.

Holding the International Monetary Fund in the name of the government, and holding the World Bank through multilateral guaranteed investment institutions and international banks, every move affects the world's economic trend.

What's more, it's in France.

From the fact that Morgan's largest estate is in France, we know how close the relationship between Morgan and France is.

On December 1945, 12, the World Bank was officially established after the Bretton Woods Conference. When the World Bank began to operate, the first batch of loans approved was a loan of 27 million US dollars to France.

What concept?

Converted value, on subsequent international loans, no country has surpassed this loan amount, not even 30 years later.

And even the disintegration of the Soviet Union is inseparable from the Phantom.

Since the 90s, the World Bank has approved a large number of loans to the Soviet Union.

According to World Bank regulations, loans must be guided by the bank's macroeconomic policies and debt issues, and even have the right to directly intervene in economic operations.

It is conceivable how terrifying this Morgan is.

Of course, Shen Jiannan wasn't at a disadvantage either. As a coward, he had the background of not being afraid of anyone, not to mention having a woman like Avril by his side.

From a psychological point of view, this guy will only feel that he has made a lot of money and will not feel so disadvantaged.

As for whether Morgan took this as a bargaining chip for a marriage, it didn't matter.

Soon, the two sides got together.

Avril let go of Shen Jiannan's hand, grabbed Morgan's arm and said, "Brother, this is Shen, my boyfriend, you know."

Pierre Pont John Morgan extended his hand politely, shook hands with Shen Jiannan and said with a smile, "Hi, Shen. It's a pity that I didn't see you last time. It seems that my sister likes you very much."

With a hypocritical smile on Shen Jiannan's face, he shook hands with Little Morgan vigorously and said, "Brother, hello. I am very glad to see you here. I often hear Avril talking about you. It is really a shame that I have never met Pity."

Uncle!

This Chinese address made Pier Morgan's face twitch. Apart from the pain in his hand being held by Shen Jiannan, there was also this damned address.

Sure enough, as the rumors and father said, this guy is a bastard.

A sharp pain came from his wrist, and Pierre Morgan pulled the back of his hand back calmly, maintaining his demeanor and said, "Oh. Then we should have a good drink."

The two looked at each other, and sparks almost flashed.

Avril Lavigne was a little puzzled, why the atmosphere between the two men who met for the first time was so strange, and their eyes were full of doubts.

At this moment, a waiter passed by, and Shen Jiannan touched Pier Morgan with a glass of red wine.

Really weird men.

Avril was still puzzled, but seeing that the two seemed to be reconciling, she smiled again and took Shen Jiannan's arm.

Pier Morgan was very grateful for his sister's rescue, and hurriedly moved his hands behind his back, feeling very disdainful for Shen Jiannan's domineering and sneaky handshake.

At this moment, a white-haired old man with a pot belly and a red face came over holding a wine glass, glanced at Shen Jiannan, and said to Pier Morgan, "Mr. Ponte, long time no see."

Pierre Morgan raised his glass and clinked with the visitor, saying, "Oh, Mr. Condesuu, I'm very glad to see you. Shouldn't you be in Washington right now? Why did you come back suddenly?"

This is so knowingly asking.

You are messing with my hometown, why can't I come back and have a look?

The person who came was IMF chief executive Michelle Condesuus. He was very ashamed of Little Morgan's brazenness, but his face remained calm: "Oh. I just happened to have a vacation recently, so I came back to take a look. I won't introduce you. Will your friend recognize me?"

Old guy, you can really put on a show.

Little Morgan also despises Condesuu's cunning and cunning. It took Morgan 100 years to completely infiltrate France, because many old families secretly supported politicians like Condesuu, and repeatedly obstructed them.

Chapter 1 Türkiye in Financial Crisis

The three guys present are all human beings.

They knew each other well, but they were all wearing fake smiles, and no one would point it out. After some introductions, they clinked wine glasses and chatted like old friends.

Of course, it was impossible to talk about any serious business in such a crowded place. It was full of romance and compliments and admiration for the ladies in the venue, which made Avril pinch Morgan's arm all the time.

The night is getting deeper.

The gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, full of wine and food, dragged some ladies into the bathroom or stairwell.

There were fewer people in the banquet hall.

And the few people who got together with Shen Jiannan looked at each other, followed the crowd out of the banquet hall, and got into their respective cars.

The flashing headlights illuminated the entire road like daytime, and as the taillights turned on and off, cars merged into the traffic flow and headed in all directions.

In a Rolls-Royce that was driving smoothly, Shen Jiannan stopped Avril's petite and thin body to encourage her muscles to grow as soon as possible, while the little girl was blushing but didn't struggle, she could only hug Shen Jiannan's neck tightly, With its neck held high, it is dotted with imprints one after another.

For a long time, Avril's fair face was full of rosy clouds, and her neck was also full of red marks. Her eyes seemed to cry, and she looked at Shen Jiannan resentfully, as if she was blaming him for stopping halfway, but also as if she was relieved.

Shen Jiannan hugged the man on his lap and said, "My angel, can't you wait?"

At this time, Avril Lavigne's pure eyes were charming and charming, and her thin but not thin figure was gasping for breath, but this kind of answer was so easy to answer, so she had to grab Shen Jiannan to express her dissatisfaction and grievance.

Shen Jiannan laughed loudly, teasing the little girl, but asked, "Are you sure, is this really the way to go?"

Avril pursed her lips slightly and said: "Of course. I'm not a road idiot. Although I don't come to France many times, I know the way."

Soon, under the direction of Avril Lavigne, the car drove into a Kangzhuang Avenue.

After walking for another half an hour, the dense tree shade covered the moonlight in the sky, and the terrain was flat, but the surrounding area became desolate and quiet, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Suddenly, the terrain turned again, and the shade of the trees turned into lawns and fences.

With the moonlight in the sky, a majestic and vast manor castle was lit with fiery lights in the distance.

The whole castle is surrounded by an artificial lake. The Roman architectural style of large arches, large domes, and large vaults, under the golden light, there is a solemn and deep time, and the water surface reflecting the lights is like a mirror reflecting the sun. The beauty of the ripples reflects Morgan's centuries-old heritage and brilliance.

The car gradually stopped, and Avril pulled Shen Jiannan out of the car.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the lifelike murals on the walls, imitation marble sculptures and walnut wall panels. Under the light, it is resplendent, gorgeous and rich, exuding a luxurious and heavy aristocratic atmosphere.

Little Morgan and Michelle Condesuu were chatting in the living room, when they saw Shen Jiannan and Avril Lavigne coming in, they got up and said hello.

Shen Jiannan kissed Avril on the face, and lightly patted her on the waist. The latter greeted his brother and Kan Desu knowingly, and walked towards his room.

There were only three men left in the room, and they looked at each other and sat together with a smile.

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Time always slips away quietly through the fingers.

Before you know it, the bell rings on New Year's Day, which means that the year has passed.

But in this glorious time when the world is turned, the arrival of the new year does not mean that it will bring happiness.

Türkiye, Erzurum Province.

In the dark sky, dark clouds are pressing down like lead blocks, and at a glance on the white land, except for the mountains and snowflakes, there are almost no human footprints.

No one thought that the blizzard lasted for a full month, and the whole world seemed to have been submerged in ice and snow.

Ujir Meka rubbed his hands, put on a watermelon rind hat, and came out of the house.

The coal used for heating at home has run out, he must go to the city to buy some coal and soju, otherwise, he may freeze to death in this cold winter tomorrow.

However, when he walked to the hut where the donkey was tied, Ujir Meka felt that the blood in his body was frozen, and there was a deep regret and heartache in his heart.

The three donkeys stood in the hut, covered with silvery ice crystals, motionless, they had already become ice sculptures.

pain!

It hurts.

As if his heart was being squeezed severely, Ujir Meka felt that he couldn't breathe.

His family is not well off, and they live in a place like Erzurum Province. They rely on donkey carts to get around, but all the donkeys have been frozen into ice sculptures. How can he and his family survive?

A deep despair and unwillingness emerged from the depths of my heart.

Ujir Meka hurriedly called out his family and friends, hoping to save the donkeys that had been frozen into ice sculptures.

However, the ice sculpture, can it be resurrected?

Someone persuaded: "Ujir, I think it's better to kill these donkeys and freeze-dry them. They are dead."

Kill the donkey!

Where can the hope of the family be found?

Ujir Meka folded his hands and knelt down towards the distant mountain peak, stood up while muttering words, and said, "I hope you can help us, I believe they are still alive."

Miraculously, it really happened.

Everyone worked together to brush off the ice on the donkeys with a big brush. The poor donkeys were fine after being frozen overnight. After the ice was brushed off, the donkeys came back to life.

miracle.

Really miraculous.

Everyone knelt down on the ground, unbelievable that the donkey that had been frozen outside for a night and turned into an ice sculpture could still come back to life.

After praying for half an hour, the donkey was fed beans and hot water.

At noon, Ujir Meka drove the donkey cart happily towards the town.

Purchasing in northern cities is inconvenient. Holding 100 million lire, Ujir rubbed his hands and let the smart donkey move forward, sighing and thinking about what to buy with the money.

Two months ago, the price of goods in the town had been rising, but the abominable thing was that only the prices of the things needed rose, but the prices of the things sold did not increase much.

Ugil Meca was a little worried, 100 million lire, he really didn't know if it was enough to buy the things he needed at home.

Sometimes, he wondered why the same money could not buy the same things as in the past.

What's even more absurd is that the money is obviously more, but the things you buy are getting less and less.

Ugil Meca couldn't figure it out.

I can't figure it out at all.

He only knows that if he needs to buy at least [-] catties of coal and [-] catties of grain for the family of four this time, he can persist until the winter passes.

The donkey cart moved very slowly, but fortunately, the donkeys living here are not afraid of the cold and are extremely smart. Dragging their bodies almost frozen by the cold wind and snowstorm, the donkeys finally brought Ujir Meka to the town .

Compared with the sparsely populated and desolate road, the town is obviously more lively, and from time to time you can see the same donkey cart pulling people, wandering around.

Occasionally, you can even see cars that are only found in big cities, honking their horns.

Ugil Meka glanced enviously at a pickup truck passing by, and he recognized that it was a Russian pickup truck, especially suitable for traveling in this kind of weather.

Sitting in the car, you don't have to be blown by the blizzard or bitten by the cold wind.

However, Ujir Meka just took a look. He knew that expensive things like cars were far away from him.

Driving the donkey cart to a coal wholesale store in the town, Ujir Meka jumped out of the car, took the bag, pressed the watermelon hat on his head, and walked into the store.