Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Some people, even if they have known each other for a lifetime, feel like strangers.

The most familiar stranger.

And some people may have a special feeling after a short time of acquaintance.

Like, very familiar.

Unfamiliar yet very familiar.

Shen Jiannan is not short of money, and Mitnick is not too interested in money, but at the same time, they want to make money, a lot of money.

Involuntarily, the two laughed together.

it is more than words.

But soon, Shen Jiannan destroyed the atmosphere that can only be understood but cannot be expressed. He took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it to Mitnick.

The golden card is very thin, reflecting a dazzling luster under the sunlight.

Mitnick took it, shrugging.

What does it mean?

Your salary is $5,500 a month, which is $66,000 a year. For ten years, it's $660,000. For 100 years, it's $6.6 million. I think we need Sign a 100-year labor contract, which is to pay your salary in advance.

Damn it. Shen, you are a vampire. People need to retire at the age of fifty, and you want me to work for you until the age of one hundred and twenty-eight. God, how can you be so shameless.

Sorry. You can do whatever you want with money.

With that said, Shen Jiannan snapped his fingers, and Tang Dunhou immediately took out a document that he had prepared earlier.

This is the contract I prepared for you, now, you need to sign it.

Mitnick's face was as slumped as an eggshell, he took the file and couldn't help complaining.

This kind of life is really terrible. I have to sell to a man for a hundred years. Damn, I hate being gay.

rub rub --

Cursing, Mitnick picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract without looking at it. When he closed the pen again, he looked seriously into Shen Jiannan's eyes.

Shen. Although I've sold it to you now, is it okay?

certainly.

Your words make me sick.

Haha Kevin, now I like you a little bit.

vomit

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This is the address in London. When you arrive, someone will pick you up at the airport. Old carrot, an old bastard, but I think, if you put aside the three views, you will like him.

OK. Besides the security system, what else do I need to do?

My suggestion is to make a search system similar to Archie and simplify it, so that we can execute our ideas more effectively and let the world listen to our voices.

It could cost a lot of money.

Money is for people. Isn't that what we want to do?

OK.

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After confirming some work matters again and greeting Shen Jiannan, Kevin Mitnick stood up and walked to the door of the trading room.

But suddenly, he hesitated and stopped again.

Looking back at the face younger than himself, he had to ask a thought that had puzzled him for a long time, like a cat scratching.

Shen. Why, do you like being a devil so much?

Walter?

Shen Jiannan was dumbfounded.

But soon, he understood why Mitnick asked such a question.

You mean, the amount in the bank card?

You know, I didn't mean to ask that.

If I tell you that everything is a coincidence, would you believe it?

Whatever you want to say? However, I don't quite believe it.

Okay. Bon voyage.

The dog's white.

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On the streets of Rome at nearly nine o'clock, the sun has gradually risen, and the autumn sun shines on people, making people feel warm.

Carrying his crude luggage, Kevin Mitnick walked into a bank with brown lenses on. No one noticed that under the brown lenses, those blue eyes had a look that he didn't want to imitate at his age. Thorough and flat.

It is almost as clear and plain as seeing through everything.

Ten minutes later, he pulled the suitcase and walked out of the bank lobby again. The shadows were lost, and the autumn sun suddenly became extraordinarily dazzling at this moment.

$6,666,666.66.

Obviously, this is an amount that has been prepared long ago.

What an interesting guy.

A smile appeared on Mitnick's slightly indifferent face, and he stopped a taxi. When the car stopped and got on the bus, he took out his phone and dialed a number on the other side of the ocean.

Los Angeles, McDonald's fast food restaurant.

Sydney dragged her tired body, wearing a white coat and a hygienic hat, trying to keep a smile on her face, and took away the messy garbage from a customer who was crossing her legs on the table.

She is in her fifties, no longer young, and there are unpleasant wrinkles on her old face.

Hey. Be careful not to stain my expensive clothes.

I'm sorry. Sir, I'll be careful.

You'd better be careful, you won't be able to afford to stain my suit if it gets dirty.

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Having been in the service industry for decades, Sydney has long been used to being scolded, so she didn't get angry because of it, but was more careful with her movements.

Finally, the dining table became spotless again under her careful tidying.

ring ring ring——

Suddenly, a phone rang from the counter.

Sydney. Your phone number.

Telephone?

Sydney, who was about to take out the garbage, was startled, but soon thought of who would be calling her, put down the garbage in her hand, took off a glove, and she couldn't wait to walk quickly to the phone.

Kevin. My boy, is that you?

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On the other side of the phone, holding the phone, Mitnick's heart suddenly felt sore.

Mom. It's me. Are you okay?

Sure enough, it was my child.

Xue Li looked around in shock, and quickly lowered her voice.

Son. Where are you now. Police station?

No. I'm abroad now, and a guy hired me and promised to get me out of the crime. You know, those bastards are always rich, and they can deal with even more bastard bureaucrats.

God. My child, I told you that we can be poor, but we can't do immoral things. Have you forgotten what I said?

I haven't forgotten. But he's a sweet jerk. Always stealing from the rich and giving to the poor and helping the poor, I've seen him do it elsewhere, spending thousands of dollars, helping out-of-school kids can go on read.

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How much salary does he give you a month?

Fifty-five hundred dollars.

Oh, buy Karma. With so much money, are you sure you won't do anything illegal?

Mom, why can't you trust me? He just asked me to design a program and asked me to help more people avoid being harmed. How could this be illegal?

Then why did he give you such a high salary?

Dear mother, your son is a talent, always has been. Don't imagine your smart and wise son is so bad, I, Kevin, is a piece of gold.

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at the same time.

Shen Jiannan looked up at the ceiling, his eyes were a little dazed.

If I didn't guess wrong, Kevin must have talked to his mother at this time, but when can I go home?

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and when the leaves fall, people return to knowledge.

Suddenly, Shen Jiannan became acquainted. He thought of the newly built French-style manor, the cattle pens that still smelled like the village, and the wrinkled old face that was always nagging.

Is this the love of blood?

Sir. There is a situation!

Suddenly, Geman's trading director, Seminovich, called out.

Shen Jiannan restrained his mind, subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the display screen in the central area.

ITL812.55 sold 66

ITL812.75 sold 66

ITL812.95 sold 66

ITL813.35 sold 66

Below the market for Lira, suddenly a large amount of selling orders poured out, and the blood-red eyes were particularly dazzling under the reflection of the liquid crystal.

66.

A string of 66s sold.

Therefore, Shen Jiannan's face turned dark immediately.

After testing the program module just now, the trading here has stopped, and the sell order on the handicap was not done by him at all.

Paralyzed, who is blaming me.

You can think of it with your butt, and when the 66 in the market is conveyed to the media and prostitutes, 100% push it all over his head.

At that time, what demons are acting; shocking, the oriental demons are in the Holy City; 66 strikes again, is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature

Such a title party is enough to attract a wave of attention.

ITL813.75 sold 666

Looking at the number of transactions on the lira handicap, Shen Jiannan was very crooked. It was absolutely unbelievable that someone was taking advantage of his reputation to make trouble.

The entire trading room was completely silent, and even the quiet drop of a needle could be heard clearly.

Some people want to laugh, but dare not laugh.

No one knows if my husband is very troubled now.

But what's the use of being upset, just like Uncle Lantern, as long as there is shit, it must be done by him.

Anna, don't worry about the foreign exchange market. Such a big sell-off, with the foreign exchange reserves of the Bank of Italy, they can last up to three days. I'm sure they will raise interest rates again.

Sir. You mean, we short MIB?