Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Why, the names of these companies are so strange?

Holding the postcard in his hand, George Soros had an indescribable feeling. He didn't feel it when he met the bosses of these companies in London, but now that these postcards are put together, he always feels that there is something weird.

Big Gray Wolf!

Perhaps, his boss is a Japanese, and like Robertson like wolves.

But what the hell is this slow sheep?

Sheep on a Scottish pasture?

Suddenly, George Soros couldn't help laughing. He remembered who the boss of this company was.

A month ago, Soros met a very interesting guy at a financial dinner in London. He looked calm and honest, but he was actually humorous, funny, and a bit obscene and shameless.

He is in his fifties, and he has a girlfriend who is less than twenty years old.

The funniest thing was that Soros was told that the guy's little girlfriend was his ex-wife's daughter.

It's unbelievable.

Later, at the banquet, a friend introduced the two of them to chat for a few words, and it was regarded as an acquaintance. The more they chatted, the more interesting Soros found it. That guy named Robert John didn't look like an Englishman at all.

There is no British arrogance, rigidity and arrogance at all. On the contrary, he is very joking and sociable.

After thinking about it for a moment, Soros's eyes flickered a few times. Robert John's Slow Sheep Company seems to have a very good relationship in the financial circles in London. It has relations with Standard Chartered Bank and HSBC Bank, and also does lending business, although The interest rate is a bit higher, but it is undoubtedly the best object to ask them to borrow money at this time.

London, financial district.

Robert John sat in a Starbucks coffee shop with his little girlfriend Lucy Baden-Powell.

Well.

This guy didn't have the gentleman, humor and wit in George Soros's impression at all. He held his cigarette proudly, as if no one was smoking, and blew smoke recklessly, using second-hand smoke to harm other people's bodies. He had no sense of public morality at all.

The most disgusting thing is that the hair on his head is thinning a lot, he has a big belly and weighs at least two hundred pounds, but he is accompanied by a young girl. The long golden hair draped over the shoulders was covered with a layer of golden light under the light, the rosy complexion had a different kind of beauty, and the slightly exposed neck was delicate and attractive.

Seeing Robert John smoking a cigarette recklessly, Burne Weissman looked at him filled with righteous indignation, wishing to go up and beat him up.

Why can you be obscene if you have money?

Such a gentle and beautiful girl, that bastard actually loves her at all, let her directly inhale second-hand smoke, don't you know it's very unhealthy!

Damn rich! It's literally poisoning someone's life.

The evil fire surged up from his heart like a poisonous one. The anger from his heart made Bern Weissman make up his mind, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and walked to the two of them.

Sir. No smoking here.

Taking a quick glance at Lucy Baden-Powell, Burne Weissman said to Robert John.

Guys like Robert John can turn their eyes. Even though Berne Weissman looked at Lucy Baden-Powell very quickly and secretly, he still saw the flash of light in Weissman's eyes. Love and regret.

I admire the beauty of Lucy Baden-Powell, but regret that she is sitting opposite me.

In this regard, Robert John is very clear.

Another guy who is interested in sex.

Raising his eyebrows and hardening Berne Weissman's slightly provocative eyes, the old carrot took out his wallet, and took out a red bill from the wallet.

The bright red paper banknotes exude an attractive luster under the light. On the front is the Queen of England, on the back is the portrait of John Hobron, the first governor of the Bank of England, and on the left is the gatekeeper of the bank , behind which is the residence of John Hobron.

50 £.

A full fifty pounds.

Turning over the money on the table, Robert John pushed forward slightly, knocking down the edge of the table.

Is it all right now?

In an instant, Burne Weissman's handsome face flushed red, and he subconsciously glanced at Lucy Baden-Powell, his eyes widened with anger and fiercely.

you

Bern Weissman didn't finish his sentence, another red banknote was pushed over.

However, it is different from the red banknotes on the table.

100 £.

Why are you fooling me with fake money?

Burne Weissman couldn't help being dazed. He had seen many people who pretended to be aggressive, but he had never seen anyone pretending to be aggressive with fake money, and pretended to be so natural.

Oh. I'm sorry, I took the wrong one. It's our interbank money.

Robert John apologized in a gentlemanly manner, put the one hundred pounds he took out back into his wallet, exchanged two fifty pounds and put them on the table.

This time, the anger in Burne Weissman's eyes completely disappeared, he quickly picked up the money from the table, and handed the coffee cup that he brought over when clearing the table just now to the old carrot head.

Sir. You can do whatever you want!

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Pairs of eyes immediately looked at the old carrot head and the two, probably because they couldn't stand the weirdness in their eyes, Lucy Baden-Powell kicked old carrot head on the leg, feeling like punishment It couldn't be more obvious.

But then, she laughed herself, the old radish's pretentious look is really handsome.

Regarding this, the old carrot head just calmly exhaled a puff of smoke at the people around him, his pretentious breath looked as hateful as it could be.

ring ring ring——

The phone rang unexpectedly, and the unique custom-made ringtone made Old Luobotou startled, he quickly took out the phone and pressed the call button.

Boss, good evening, Li Wanji has worked hard all day, why haven't you rested yet!

Old carrot head. Are you praising me or scolding me?

Oh, God can testify for me. I am more loyal to you than Bigan.

Probably to show that what he said was true, Old Luobotou had a flattering expression on his face, and even his tall and straight body was slightly bent.

The people around all showed shameless eyes, one person was arrogant just now, but now he is like a grandson, how can a person be so inconsistent.

Shen Jiannan was also suspicious. He really didn't understand what the old luotou had learned during his fifteen years in China.

No matter what you do, flattery has always been the number one.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, Shen Jiannan went straight to the purpose of this call.

Listen, old carrot. You like to drill holes, I don't care. But now, there is one important thing. I had a dinner with Schlesinger not long ago. I think you know what I mean .”

My grandma cousin rewarded me with 10,000 coins!

Thank you boss for your support and rewards.

Jia Geng owes it first.

bad mood.

be sick