The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Ireland, bring someone to stop Rum." Bolivar greeted, but soon, he hesitated. Ireland, who will be killed by the plot, faced Rum, and Bolivar was not sure who would die in the end.

But his conscience only made him hesitate for a moment, and the next second he felt that Ireland was not a good thing, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Bolivar confidently handed over this task to the ignorant Ireland, reluctantly exhorted to pay attention to safety.After that, he picked up the intercom again, wanting to tell Zhu Fu Jingguang something.

But before he could say anything, he felt dizzy for a while. He took a deep breath and suddenly realized something. He raised his hand and clearly saw that the hands on his watch were beating wildly.

His heart skipped a beat. This may be the world consciousness trying to restore the collapsed plot, delaying the time of bombing and bombing, so as not to let this group of protagonists and supporting characters die here together.

Come to think of it, there are Shuichi Akai, Marie, Gin, Rena Minzumu, and Weslin and Stout who may die in the plot that may die in the future.

At that moment, Bolivar had a lot of thoughts, but he didn't speak.

"Boss? What should I do?" Zhu Fu Jingguang was also stunned.He wiped his face, crawled out of the pile of rubble, and asked without paying attention to the small wounds on his body.

"Get them out?" He also heard Akai Shuichi's voice from Gin's side. The walls of this room turned out to be explosives.

"..." Bolivar's tone was extremely tangled, "The communication equipment on Qin Jiu is not broken, you can ask about the situation inside..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a click, and then, there was a roar in the distance, and the originally clear and cloudless sky was full of dark clouds.There was a loud thunder, and then the big raindrops fell.In just a few seconds, the rain became more and more dense, and finally turned into a downpour.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked up at the sky and wiped the rain from his face.The gunpowder in the interlayer of the wall was instantly wetted, and the temperature of the ruins also dropped.

Bolivar turned his head and looked out the window. The house he was in was less than five kilometers away from the villa, but there was not a single drop of rain falling here.

It was a timely rain.Bolivar raised his brows slightly, and the plot correction power had already started to find a way to solve the problem by itself, instead of simply relying on bug-level power like dialing back the time.

This is a good thing, compared to the scientific rainfall, the time loop fragments are more unscientific.Bolivar listened to the sound of rain from the other side of the headset, pondering whether this meant that its power had begun to decline?He lowered his eyes and sent a message to Matsuda Jinpei directly.

"That's the end of this matter." Bolivar said to Zhu Fu Jingguang, "If I'm not mistaken, Matsuda Jinping is your contact person, right?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment, then he hummed subconsciously.

"I have already sent a message to your classmate and asked him to contact the police directly to deal with this group of undercover agents."

Bolivar chuckled: "Give each of them a one-day travel ticket for the police."

Originally, he didn't intend to kill these people. With this rain, the people buried below are destined to be fine.His identity is also not good to show up directly, it is better to hand it over to the police directly.

In short, the police will not kill all these people.But how these undercover and organization members can explain the room full of explosives, explosives and weapons is also a problem.

As for the fact that the undercover agents would leak their information, Bolivar was not worried. What they knew was not important information, and Toru Amuro, who was able to report it, had already disclosed it to the police.As spies of other countries, these people will not be so honest to hand over all important information to the public security.

Bolivar clicked his tongue.

"Jing Guang, bring half of the people to support Ireland first, and try to get rid of Rum." Bolivar said, "The other half stay, Gin..."

"Don't worry about me." Gin interrupted Bolivar, his voice was cold, with a hint of hoarseness, "It's important to grab the rum and let Vodka find a place to park. The rest get out."

Bolivar could hear the faint sound of water coming from the headset, and the rain had seeped into the house.

"it is good."

Bolivar replied, he smelled an unusual smell from Gin's words: "Be careful yourself."

The rain outside flowed down the cracks in the roof, forming large and small water curtain waterfalls in the house.When the noise from Bolivar's side completely disappeared, Gin took off the headset and crushed the small part with force with his fingertips.Immediately afterwards, he tore off the locator and camera on his body and threw them all into the water.

He stared at the rain outside through the gaps in the ruins. The weather suddenly changed, and the rain was icy cold.

Bolivar also looked out the window, and after a while, he was awakened by the shouts in the headset.

"What's wrong? Haga?" he asked.

"Boss, a group of people ran away..." Haga Ryoichi said softly, his brows slightly frowned.

Their stronghold is very close to Zhu Fujingguang's place, and it is also raining here, and the rain wets Haga Ryoichi's hair.

He rolled up his sleeves, turned his head, looked at Toru Amuro who was sitting on the ground with half of his foot in the puddle, and said.

"You didn't stop those people just now."

Hearing this sentence, Amuro, who was bandaging the wound, was breathless. He stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his face, pasted it with a large band-aid, and said coldly, "I stopped it!"

"But I can stop a few by myself. What's wrong with these people you brought! One or two, why are they as stupid as pigs!"

He took a deep breath, and those people yelled and screamed before they met the enemy, just thinking about running away.It seriously interfered with his judgment and actions, and the orders he issued required a long time interval before they could be communicated to everyone.

Thinking of this, Amuro laughed angrily.How is this going?You tell me, there is no one in your logistics team, right?There are only these crooked melons and dates left, stuff them for me?

"All ran away! Except for some corpses found at the beginning, no one was caught." Toru Amuro felt the long-lost resentment.

"Don't be angry, it's so early, our people haven't been hurt, right?" Ryoichi Haga comforted him.

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro felt a little more comfortable in his heart, and nodded slightly: "My tracker is already attached to them. From now on, I just need to find where they are staying."

He said, but soon, his eyebrows frowned, and he noticed a little weirdness.Why such a coincidence?Those people just ran away?None of the fools he brought had any problems?

Is there something wrong with this?He felt that the previous fire was not like a farce, and he couldn't figure out who would design such a big scene to play himself.

Haga Ryoichi looked at the back of Toru Amuro squatting on the ground and meditating, his eyes flickered slightly, and he interrupted his thoughts softly: "Let's go, according to the tracker, we took the opponent's lair."

"...That's exactly what I meant." Toru Amuro said.

No matter who set up the trick, just follow the past and have a look.For example, Toru Amuro glanced lightly at the smiling tiger in front of him. He always felt that Ryoichi Haga did not seem like the kind of person who would obediently serve others. Could it be that Ryoichi Haga had someone else as his boss?

However, no matter how Toru Amuro tried, Haga Ryoichi remained unmoved.They chased after the signal transmitter all the way to the airport. The gangsters seemed to know how much they had, and when they found out that they didn't succeed, they took the plane and left immediately, leaving Amuro Toru and others in vain. In the end, they could only remember An airplane flight number comes back.It was a flight to England.

After that, Toru Amuro found out almost nothing.In addition, he received a notice from the police this week, and the people there credited him with something inexplicably saying that he assisted the headquarters in capturing a large number of foreign spies who secretly entered the country.He was so busy with the police that he didn't have time to take care of these details.

When he managed to slow down, several large planting bases in Greed were completed, and there were a lot of things that needed to be busy. Afterwards, he received a report from the subordinates of the black organization that Gin was suspected of defecting. Told him that there might be information on whiskey to be found.Toru Amuro was so busy every day that he didn't notice the slight changes around him.

Changes such as lower lending rates, rising prices, etc.

In a small supermarket in Mihua Town, a long-haired girl stood in front of the shelf, carefully comparing the products in front of her. Beside her stood a little boy in a blue suit. Seeing this, the boy tilted his head curiously: "Sister Lan ,What are you looking at?"

"Conan? The price of soy sauce has increased again." Mao Lilan frowned in distress, poking her chin with her finger, "It's so strange, it's the third price increase this month..."

"Maybe it's because the harvest is not good this year?" Conan didn't take this matter to heart, or he didn't care about such a small thing that a certain commodity rose by a few hundred yen. "I saw the news before, saying that mad cow disease How about it, it's really scary. Isn't it normal for food prices to increase because of this?"

"That's true," Mao Lilan sighed, "Every time this happens, prices will rise."

"When the cure comes out, the price will drop, right?" She said, still picking out a soy sauce and putting it in the basket, after all, it is a necessity of life.

"But this month's expenses are a bit too much." Mao Lilan calculated the bill bit by bit with her fingers, which was 30.00% more than last month.

Their family is relatively well-off, and they can earn a lot of money every month by collecting rent and detective work, but the life of ordinary families has become more difficult.

Prices have been rising, always faster than wages.

People also seem to smell bad smells from all kinds of anomalies. The weather has become hotter, and people's hearts have become more complicated. Most of the words in the mouths of pedestrians coming and going are complaints.

In this impetuous atmosphere, countless companies went bankrupt, were bought by Bolivar, and transformed into new raw material production bases or processors, whitewashing the peace.Therefore, by the time people really realize that the danger is coming, things have developed to the point of no return.

On a remote island, an old man dressed in black had a gloomy face, an unhealthy bluish-white complexion, and bruised veins on his arms.He looked at the newly submitted information and snorted coldly: "Ignorant child."

Standing beside him were a few submissive subordinates, all dressed in black: "Sir, our base for storing medicines has basically been destroyed by them, and our manpower has also suffered heavy losses..."

Thinking of this, the old man's expression darkened even more.But then, he said with sarcasm: "After all, we are still too young. There is no problem if we don't have a base or people. As long as we have money, there will be a lot of people who are willing to join us. As long as we have money."

"Brandy, that guy is really crazy. He thinks he has great wealth." The old man sneered, "What is the annual income of hundreds of billions of dollars? The net profit is less than 1000 billion."

Hearing this, the surrounding subordinates smiled and complimented: "You know, the cost of the Twilight Villa that you throw away is more than 4000 billion U.S. dollars."

Hearing this, the old man looked a lot better, and he said to his subordinates: "Go, don't save money, build a few new bases, and a drug research and development laboratory, and hire new mercenaries."

The subordinate left respectfully, and the surrounding doctors and nurses stepped forward to examine the old man's body, their movements were gentle, considerate and thoughtful.

The old man sat there, recalling the previous conversation with Bolivar, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he seemed to be immersed in the anger that he was tricked by a junior, and he was almost unlucky, and murmured in his mouth: "These are nothing .”

When the people around heard this sentence, they looked at each other lightly, pretending not to hear.The old man sat in the middle of the comfortable seat, and the temperature was adjusted to the optimum, but he felt that the parts of his whole body seemed to be screaming.

His brain was dizzy, and he was panting heavily, trying to calm down the ups and downs of Bolivar's anger.He is really too old. Even with APTX and the best care and maintenance every day, he still has a very difficult life, and a small illness or disaster may send him away.

"Quick, quick, medicine." He said, his voice hoarse, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, clasping the arm of the nurse next to him.

The nurse frowned slightly, but still turned on the refrigeration equipment with a humble face, and took out the medicine that the old man wanted to take from the special medicine bottle.Before it was completely poured out, it was snatched by the old man.

That capsule is very similar to the capsule invented by Miyano Shiho, the red part looks like coagulated blood, and the white part looks like rotting dry bones.

After swallowing the capsule, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, his cloudy eyes regained some clarity, and asked, "How many spare medicines are left?"

The nurse was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a second, and said a little longer: "Probably enough for you for two months."

Even so, the old man was still furious, he grabbed the nurse's wrist fiercely: "Why is there only such a little bit left!"

The nurse let out a cry of pain, but looked at the subordinates in black around her, and still lowered her head slightly without saying a word.

"Please calm down," another doctor stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, and explained, "The four bases where you used to store medicines have all been blown up, and five of the seven pharmaceutical strongholds are missing..."

The old man remembered that his warehouse on the island was bombed to pieces by Bolivar's men, and his heart ached, and he hated Bolivar even more.He urged sharply: "Let the remaining two bases hurry up. Don't care about money, hurry up..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, he saw his subordinates hurried back.

"Sir, it's not good, sir." The man's face was as pale as gold leaf.

"Your accounts in these banks...all have been canceled..."

Hearing this sentence, the old man's first reaction was absurd. He didn't believe it at all: "What nonsense are you talking about? How is it possible? Who dares to cancel my account? Where is his manager? I want to find their director."

"Here, sir," the subordinate said with a very ugly expression, hesitating, "Just a few days ago, these banks went bankrupt one after another."

"The manager and the director...all ran away..."

Hearing this sentence, the old man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, what is continuous?What is all?

The sun was shining brightly outside, the sea breeze was blowing, and the temperature was so suitable, but at this moment, the peaceful scene had completely changed. In his eyes, the damn sun made him dizzy.

The old man supported his head, trembling all over, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "...Then the money in my account..."

"It's all gone." These three words were very soft and breathy, but in the old man's ears it was like thunder.It made him convulse all over.

With a bang, the medicine jar was knocked over to the ground.

"!not good!"

"Doctor! Hurry up!"

"Boss is stunned!"

Bolivar didn't know the turmoil that happened on the remote island, and the time was turned back to the time before everything started, when he had just boarded the plane to O continent.

His timing was just right, he got on the plane, and an hour later, the old bank with a history of hundreds of years stood up and declared it bankrupt.Everyone could hardly believe their ears.

What followed was a complete chaos in the financial market and a complete collapse of the Wall Street stock market.

And the current situation, which was planted by him, was driven by everyone's greed, and caused by the market trend, the financial crisis.

About a year ago, Gredo of Bolivar left his job and successfully entered the political arena with Judy's contacts. At that time, Gredo was still a pawn and no one cared about him.

But for Gredo, he had an extra opportunity to communicate face-to-face with these big names. With his own plan and Bolivar's plan, he intentionally or unintentionally reminded those people of the benefits of advanced consumption and the huge profits of subprime loans. Let those politicians and financial groups start to make bridges, become middlemen or end up in person, lend loans to ordinary civilians, stimulate mass consumption, and let the masses advance their future money in advance.

For example, a middleman lends 50 million U.S. dollars to some customers, and then uses the customer's loan information to sell it to others. He makes more profits, applies for a loan from the bank, and then gets [-] billion or more U.S. dollars to borrow. To other customers, and then sell this loan contract to others.

But in fact, the money owned by the market, except for the 5 million US dollars initially provided by the middlemen, the other 50 billion are all empty. This kind of loan-for-loan behavior has formed a series of nesting, a series of computer codes. Nesting will cause the computer to freeze, and there are serial nesting in real life——

would lead to a collapse of the entire financial market.

Most people borrow money to buy a house and consume, which leads to a rapid rise in house prices, and more people flood into the real estate market and choose to buy houses.The banks also felt that it was profitable, and hit it off with the government, printing a lot of money and lending a lot, creating a huge real estate bubble.

It is impossible for banks to cut interest rates all the time, to print money crazily, and to maintain monetary easing all the time.Once the entire economic system is affected for some reason, housing prices stop rising and start to fall, and civilians who have borrowed housing loans do not pay the money or do not want to pay back the money, resulting in bad debts, which means that the chain is broken.

Banks don't get back the money they put into customers.It represents the collapse of an important node, the collapse of the housing bubble, and everything is over.

The first unlucky thing is that the main lending banks cannot get back the money invested, the bank's funds are cut off, and they are finally forced to declare bankruptcy.

The next ones are other companies, banks, and self-employed individuals who have money transactions with banks.The stock market crashed, and countless shareholders lost their income.

Afterwards, the sub-level banks and enterprises that had economic relations with these enterprises also faced the situation that their investment could not be recovered, and they were also hit by this, and their vitality was severely damaged, or they went bankrupt, or they cut their tails to survive.Further bring about a larger stock market crash.

Repeatedly, like a spider web, it envelops countless companies and regions, causing a wide range of deposits to evaporate, prices to rise, and inflation to be severe.People lost their jobs because companies went bankrupt.

People began to lose their trust in the banks and withdraw money wantonly, but because of this, the problems of some banks with small problems expanded, and their own small debts became irreparable large debts, and finally a new round of bankruptcy and bankruptcy liquidation.

"And this is just the first step." Bolivar watched the news on TV. Numerous media reported the current crazy stock market situation. Everyone's faces were full of panic and anxiety. They obviously didn't realize why this crisis came so quickly. So fast.Obviously, it was still thriving before.

Bolivar has returned to Grid's headquarters at this moment, his hometown, and he is sitting in the starting point of Grid, watching all the news.

The curtains were drawn tightly, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the TV was flashing blue light, which also reflected Bolivar's face in a mechanical blue.

He leaned back in the chair, folded his hands and rested his chin.

"My dear sir, I don't know, what do you think of this gift?" His voice was very soft.

"You hid it really well. I don't know which big consortia you are connected with, and I don't know which of those people above are your supporters." Bolivar showed a crazy smile.

He seemed to see that Renye Karasuma watched her wealth evaporate little by little, and she had to join forces with those allies to walk towards the future of destruction.

"I'm too lazy to tell the difference. After reading it, there are no good people on it. So, you all go to die together." The smile on the corner of Bolivar's mouth widened. He had been waiting for a day for a long time.

It's like, when the gentleman tried to play mahjong with him, Bolivar directly overturned the chess game by playing tricks.

Many centuries-old enterprises and groups have withered away in the financial crisis. This is definitely a big killer that kills one thousand and hurts eight hundred.Bolivar opened Grid's income statement with a cold face, closed it after only two glances.

All in all, Grid is not a listed company. As long as it does not declare bankruptcy, the real estate will not change much. Even if it loses some current assets, he can afford a profit loss of about 30.00%.

He put a lot of effort into this plan.In addition to Gredo, he arranged for a dozen people, including the organization newcomers who had been sent to major banks before.

Those people didn't even know what they were doing. They seemed to help their company complete one lucrative contract after another.These contracts include almost all established groups in the Bolivar plan.

He specifically ordered his subordinates to introduce many such subprime mortgage investment projects to the relevant major customers of the bank.

When the project was completely broken, the investment of the big customers evaporated instantly, and most of the money they invested came from these banks, so these banks were also implicated.

In this way, more than half of the boss' money support has been abolished.

Next is power, contacts, this kind of political support.He saw on TV reports that the Minister of Finance had been forced to apologize, calling on the public not to listen to rumors and work together to tide over the crisis.

The president and the president have also been implicated. Countless people want him to step down immediately, and the public support rate has dropped sharply.Everything is developing as he envisioned.

Bolivar previously summarized a list of high-level officials suspected to be related to the black organization, contacted the media and news, and asked those people to break the black news crazily according to the list.

"Continue to maintain the previous state and cut off all external trade in our online bank. No matter who comes to negotiate, don't let him in at any price." Bolivar sent another order.

"Turning the electronic payment system into a privilege within employees. From now on, we will use a mix of physical and online banking to pay salaries." Bolivar said, frowning, and recorded the details that need to be adjusted. A one-time payment is given to each employee. If there are employees who do not accept this wage payment method, they can choose to resign."

Bolivar's notice said so, no one actually resigned.

When ordinary cabbages outside cost twenty or thirty dollars a head, Grid was able to provide each employee with the food and daily necessities needed by a family of three every week.This decision was supported by countless employees, and money has become a useless thing now anyway.

It's better to return to the most primitive barter.

Grid has achieved a reluctant balance within the company through its own large and complex branches to form a cycle.Rao Bolivar made complete preparations before the plan was implemented. The market value of listed companies such as Cuckoo Network was still affected, and the total assets shrank sharply.The only good thing is that Grid itself is not a listed company, and its shareholding ratio is very pure.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bolivar embezzled many established companies, and quickly reorganized the personnel of the group he acquired, fired the old people, promoted new ones, and completely networked the entire company's capital chain.

"In this way, the gentleman's bank deposits are probably emptied." Bolivar murmured, "However, the money is only the working capital he can use."

"The next step is to deal with his real estate."

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The author has something to say:

Will deal with the boss, um, use the financial crisis to deal with him.

The biggest advantage of the Crow Group is its wealth. I remember that 73 seemed to say that the Crow Group has more money than the Suzuki Consortium.

So it must be a big killer.

感谢在2022-04-3000:36:44~2022-05-0111:08:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 rotating blade;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：寒凉28瓶；(≧?≦)15瓶；阿咪、叙念宇、汤圆10瓶；雪舞血影7瓶；潼2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!