The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Why did things become like this.

It can be simply understood that banknotes are actually worthless, it is just a piece of paper, and the things and products produced by people are valuable.

Economic development, scientific and technological progress, and increased production capacity created more wealth, which later led to economic prosperity.

As for the bubble, the bubble refers to the phenomenon of false highs. When the amount of coins in the total market is balanced with the value of the commodity, it is the best state.The price can be simply understood as the total number of coins divided by the commodity.

If fewer coins are issued, prices will fall and deflation will result; if more coins are issued, prices will rise.

And one of the reasons for the financial crisis is that some things cost a lot of money.For example, real estate, they are sought after, and the price is getting higher and higher.Once the price drops, no one wants the house, and the real estate changes from a high-value commodity to a money-losing commodity, which will lead to a huge commodity gap, and countless currencies originally issued for high-priced houses will counterattack the market, causing other commodity prices to rise.

What's more, Bolivar has mixed up many premium situations, and subprime loans also represent a human premium.People received too many loans, but did not create relevant value in time, or the relevant value produced did not enter the market cycle in time, which finally led to the crisis.

"That's why other necessities that don't seem to have anything to do with real estate are going up and being affected."

Bolivar explained that the silver-haired girl standing next to him looked dull.She looked at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"Curaçao, the previous things have been arranged." Bolivar smiled, "Now, we can hide and wait and see."

"If you don't hide now, the situation will be bad after that gentleman reacts."

He wasn't sure if the boss, who was in a hurry to jump over the wall, would drag him into the water with the thought of dying together.

"Is Amuro already here?" Bolivar asked casually. If possible, he hoped that Toru Amuro could be brought here too, which would be safer.

"Yes, Bourbon arrived here a week ago, and he is still chasing down those who escaped before." Curacao said, "Bourbon's latest report says that those who escaped at the No. [-] target base may be Whiskey men."

There was some hesitation on her face, she didn't know what was going on.

Whiskey's men?Bolivar paused for a moment, isn't the last whiskey already dead?

His successor, Rachel, was unwilling to participate in the organization's affairs, and reached an agreement with himself, giving himself half of the token of the intelligence team.

How could it be a whiskey person?Bolivar found it incredible. Could it be that there was a problem with his reasoning?Isn't the pocket watch he found in his secret room a token that whiskey used to contact his subordinates?

What the hell happened to the lark?

Bolivar put the pen on the table, tapped the table slowly with his fingers bit by bit, he wanted to smooth his train of thought.

Curacao also looked puzzled. It was Bolivar who gave her the pocket watch at the time, so she also knew that Whiskey's subordinates should have been controlled by Bolivar.

Bolivar thought that when he went to Neon, it was whiskey who was ordered to deal with Shuichi Akai at that time. If he had the pocket watch of dispatching his subordinates, how would that whiskey dispatch his subordinates?Who is he?

Bolivar's hand slowly came down, what the hell was going on.

He vaguely had an epiphany.The founders of Lark Company are two people.How can these two people continue to ensure that their family is not completely swallowed by another family, and that the company's future stretches will always be supported by the two families?

Unless there are two tokens.

Bolivar paused slightly with his fingers, yes, there are two tokens.They split the rights in half.

Bolivar was right to tentatively assume he was thinking.Whiskey, the lark family.

The only insider of this generation is Rachel. He tried it out, and Lars wanted to deal with his rivals and contacted the security captain.

Therefore, Russ should be unaware.

Who is the other token, or in other words, the person who was in charge of handling matters related to the intelligence team when he didn't know it?

Bolivar slowly lowered his head, looked at the latest information from his subordinates, and detected the possible hiding place of whiskey.

He understood that the information in front of him was a banquet letter.

Bolivar stood up and was paddling all the time. The whiskey that didn't help the gentleman was mostly his own, or someone he arranged.

"Let's go, Curacao." Bolivar smiled gently, "Let's go and see who is inviting us."

He knew nothing about this person, and had vague guesses.He felt that it was impossible for him to leave such a big omission.It is impossible to assign the other half of the rights to a dangerous person after obtaining the rights of the intelligence team.

So whiskey might not be the enemy.

"Amuro has already found out the location, right?" Bolivar glanced at his schedule again, everything was arranged, even without him in charge, things would have been driven by the general trend.

Curacao hesitated for a second. She felt that Bolivar didn't need to risk her life, but she still didn't say anything, and nodded slightly: "I'll prepare weapons and manpower."

After Curacao left, Bolivar threw the information back on the table, glanced again at the report that Gin and Vodka had lost contact and was suspected of defecting, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he set at the emergency contact office.

No one answered the phone.

A monotonous beeping sound filled the room.

Sunlight shone in through the gap, turning the room into a warm brown color, and the glass reflected a honey-yellow reflection, just like that person's eyes.

It was quiet and warm in the hut, and it was chaos and madness outside.

After countless employees lost their jobs, they began to frantically plunder the property of the closed company. The buildings were in a mess, like locusts crossing the border, and even the decorative potted plants were robbed.

Taking advantage of the fact that the person responsible for the liquidation did not come, they made a last-ditch effort to recover their lost interests.

In another tall building in the distance, many men sat on the sofa and discussed this matter.

They didn't seem to be affected by this incident at all, they were well-dressed, with subtle disgust and contempt on their faces.

"He really has no style." One of the men sneered.

"Not to mention anything else, I still made a lot of money this time." Another man showed a clear smile. He raised his red wine glass and saluted the young man sitting in the farthest corner, "Welcome to join us ,young people."

Hearing this, others also echoed: "Yes, Gredo, welcome."

"I have already recommended you to be a senator. You are young and promising. A 22-year-old senator." The old man smiled, "In the future, if you have such a good idea, you must call us."

The restrained and cautious young man seemed to be surprised by the actions of the crowd, with a look of excitement on his face, he lowered his head slightly, looking excited and respectful: "You are absurd, my plan still needs to rely on your strength Make it, otherwise it's just a dream. All this is your credit."

"And in the future, I will need your guidance and admonition." He used humble words, which made several other people look bright, "This is our victory."

"Cheers to our victory." Those people said with a smile.

They are the instigators, the culprits, the promoters, and the ultimate victors.

Because their company is not a listed company, and like Bolivar, they avoided bank deposits in advance, and suffered less losses.

They are only intermediaries between bank loans and ordinary people, and their responsibilities are limited. The institutions or individuals who bought the creditor's rights they sold cannot hold them accountable at all.

They themselves are people in the political arena, and many of them hold important positions.With this incident and the convenience of their positions, these people made a lot of money.Afterwards, they will cancel the intermediary lending company, so that there will be no dust.

They were laughing, drinking, talking, half drunk, and one of the men couldn't help but said: "However, this time it's a bit too much."

"There were actually two big accounts involved with me, and it took me a lot of work to get them evened out."

"Yeah, me too. I still have some relations with several other big companies, but I didn't expect them to be destroyed like this." The man said with sympathy.

Another person sneered and said, "Isn't it clear what we do? Those opportunistic people were millionaires yesterday and poor today. It's so normal."

"The guy above is a little dissatisfied with us. Let's forget about this kind of leek cutting." The entrepreneur is obviously cautious and timid. "We can do it once in ten years. Subprime loans can indeed bring huge The dividends, but it is not good for us to mess up this place..."

"Cut, whoever cares about this is a puppet. As long as you can get enough food in the early stage, who cares about the economic depression later? After all, we sell necessities." Another person rolled his eyes, "Those civilians, don't want to to buy."

"Even if we can't stabilize, isn't there still so many regions outside?" He chuckled, "One person pays a sum, and the bad debts can be paid back in no time. As long as we are the standard gold."

Others also laughed and agreed to this matter. Is there something wrong with Millikin's economy?It's okay, there is always a small place outside to pay for us.

"Come on, little brother Gredo, drink." Another fat-hearted man pushed the young man and said, "You are not bad, better than the fat guy above, why don't we, hiccup, why not push you to the stage?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"That's right, you're on the stage. The last one, isn't it us who pushed it up? It's a pity that you're getting more and more stupid and disobedient. What else are you trying to contact? Other groups?" The man giggled and hiccupped.

The smile on the corner of Gredo's mouth remained unchanged, but it slowly lost its temperature. His fists slowly tightened, and his nails dug into the flesh.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more lively. As the moon rose and the sun set, the sky darkened.This villa is brightly lit, and it is a conspicuous target from a distance.

Gredo tilted his head slightly, and vaguely heard a messy voice.He glanced at his watch, and the smile stained the corners of his eyes again.

"Huh? What are you looking at?" The man glanced at the clock suspiciously, "Oh, it's already ten o'clock."

"I'm watching...the date of your death..." His voice was so soft that the man couldn't hear him clearly.

There was a loud noise outside, which attracted the man's attention, and he frowned loudly.

"What's going on! What's going on?" Before he finished speaking, the door was kicked open by another person, waking up the people in the banquet.

"Where's the security guard?" Someone exclaimed.

Some people wanted to escape, but these people were caught by the men in black who poured in, and tied them tightly like pigs.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Robber," someone tried to negotiate, "I don't think this is a wise choice for you. If I were you, you would choose to exchange for ransom, which is more cost-effective than robbing us..."

However, the visitor did not intend to listen to his nonsense at all, and killed the opponent with one shot.

The blood spattered by the corpse made the others look pale, and they didn't dare to say anything.

The headed woman has light blond hair and looks gentle, but she kills without blinking an eye.

"Those who have names and surnames, don't leave a single one alive," she said.

"As for the waiters and servants, they were knocked out and tied up, and rushed to another room."

Those subordinates led the way forward, grabbed the person dressed as a waiter, and rushed them to another room.

On the way, some security guards wanted to resist, but were overthrown by the opponent's advanced weapons. There were also weapon tycoons who wanted to contact their subordinates, but were surprised to find that the signal transmitter was broken.

"This..." He looked flustered, not knowing why his little organ failed.

"No need to try, sir." Seeing this scene, Gredo finally showed a real smile, "I just accidentally spilled some wine on it."

Facing the distorted and astonished gaze of the other party, Gredo felt extremely happy in his heart: "So it can no longer be used."

"It's you!" The other person finally came to his senses and asked sharply, "You leaked this location to these desperadoes?!"

"What's your purpose?" Everyone shouted.

"stop!"

For a while, the room was full of commotion, but these questioning words were forced back by the gunpoint of the man in black.

"What purpose do I have?" Gredo seemed unhurried. He walked up to the blonde woman, who handed him a gun. He rolled up his sleeves and opened the safety catch.

"Gredo, you're crazy!" the man yelled.

"You can't kill me. I'm an important member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs," another threatened. "Young man, openly shoot at me. You are treason."

"Heh," Gredo showed a mocking smile, "Want to know why, sir?"

The man frowned slightly, and a bad premonition came to his mind. His scalp was numb, and he felt something was wrong.It was not the gaze of an ambitious young man, nor of one who grew up in the dark.

"...My family owns a farm, sir." Gredo lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "You may not realize what this means. It's not a big farm, but a small piece of your own field."

"A very hardworking and simple family. Parents work at home, and the agricultural products produced are mainly sold to foreign businessmen." His tone was soft, and everyone seemed to be brought to the wheat field by him, and their mood eased slightly.

"I love my country and home so much, my father repeated this over and over again. However, what did I get!"

His tone gradually increased and became aggressive.

"And what have we got?"

"For your lip service! Do you still remember the trade war that lasted less than six months more than ten years ago?"

He yelled hysterically, grabbed the opponent's collar tightly, and shook him back and forth.

"Aren't you proud when you contradict your promise? Are you also proud when you use us to fight a trade war?"

Gredo's chest rose and fell violently, and the person he was holding was struggling desperately, and argued: "I can't decide this matter alone! Don't blame me!"

The man argued: "Besides, for the sake of the motherland, what's wrong with you paying a little?!"

Gredo laughed angrily. He let go of the other party's collar and sighed loudly: "Look, look at this face. Generosity to others."

"Ah, I trusted you too."

"I also used to feel that you represent the land I love. For a better future, it's nothing to pay a little!"

He turned around suddenly, kicked the opponent's waist, pointed at the opponent's nose and growled.

"For your words, we, as well as countless farmers, destroyed all the commodities we bought from there, and lost most of our life savings! Because it is a foreign company, we abandoned the contract and paid a large amount of liquidated damages. "

"We will not buy the goods sold by the enemy. Use actions to express our support and love for our hometown! I have no regrets!"

"Lost my job! Small matter! Stained on reputation! Small matter! Lost everything! Small matter! No compensation! Small matter!" His tone gradually became higher, and he cried out heart-piercingly.

"We support your actions from the bottom of our hearts and don't ask for anything in return!"

"And what did you give me back!"

"Expensive medical insurance, extortion-like fines, unsalable food, expensive land tax!" He covered his head and face, shouting in a high voice, and then suddenly dropped it.

He kept panting, his chest heaved violently, and said softly: "It doesn't matter."

"Just because I love it. For this matter, we almost went bankrupt, but we don't regret it. I can tolerate its small flaws. This is the land where I was born and raised."

"But you shouldn't do that stupid thing!"

With a ferocious face, he stretched out his feet and stepped on the opponent's hand bones fiercely, crushing hard, facing the opponent's wailing, and said with a big laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"It's only been five months! Only five months!" He laughed and burst into tears.

"There was a new notice, and the cooperation was resumed again! What we did before was a joke!"

"It's you, an animal! As a representative, you shook hands with the other party and made peace! How did you fight back at the other party!"

He seemed to be exhausted, his face was pale, and he didn't speak, trying to calm down his agitated emotions.

The people around were like clay sculptures and woodcarvings, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.The cold wind outside blows into the warm and humid banquet hall, making their hands and feet cold.

Gredo spoke with trembling lips, intermittently, with choked sobs: "Those days were dark for all of us. I thought that I had no motherland. I was abandoned by my motherland. .”

Listening to this passage, Ivy, who was standing beside her with her arms crossed, had a twinkle in her eyes, and she knew that the boss would never choose the wrong person.He dared to let Gredo give it a go, he must have seen something about the other party.

The man lying on the ground was silent, but he obviously didn't give up, let alone admit his mistake, his eyes flickered, thinking about how to deceive the other party.

But before he could say anything, Gredo raised his head, showing a gentle and horrifying smile: "I was confused and thought about it for more than ten years, and now, I finally figured it out."

"Just you, you can also represent my motherland! Pooh! You have such a big face!"

"I swear since then!" Gredo's expression was no longer as calm as when he first saw him, his eyes were red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth, "I swear, I will try my best to climb up. "

"It's not that my country is bad, it's just that it's been handed over to a garbage man. I just need to clean up the garbage and bring it over, and it'll be fine!"

"I want to make this country and family what I want!" Gredo looked crazy, his hair was trembling, he reached out, grabbed the opponent's scalp, and pulled hard.

"Even if it's by hook or by crook!"

"As for your rubbish, you deserve to be associated with my treasure?" Gredo laughed, and he said every word, "The era of imperial power has long since ended, go to hell and live your big dream! "

"You are just one of the many leaders who have been elected." Gredo said, "Thank you for your hard work a few days ago. Now, I already have the capital to hold it in my hands."

After he finished speaking, without any further hesitation, he fired with a bang.

The red, white and white colors were scattered all over the ground, and the blood splashed on his body. He could feel the fishy heat, but he didn't feel refreshed at all, only emptiness.

There seems to be a big piece missing in my heart.He looked at the other party's body lying on the ground with empty eyes.When his family committed suicide because they couldn't pay off their debts, it was the same, blood all over the place.The pitch-black cabin, the pale skin, only that smear of bright red...

pat-

The barrel of the gun fell from Gredo's hand.

"...I avenged you." He covered his face, his expression was obviously smiling, but tears streamed down his face, "But, is he really my enemy?"

"Calm down." Ivy glanced at the other party, quickly destroyed the murder weapon on the ground, and then tied up Gredo.

She said to Gredo, who was still in a bad state of mind: "You should still remember your mission."

Gredo barely concentrated, and hesitantly responded: "Issuing new currency?"

"Yes, they have already recommended you to the position, and the people on the boss side will also recommend you." Ivy said while cleaning the traces with her hands and feet, disguising Gredo as a victim.

Her subordinates cleaned up the rest.

"You will contact the leader of another party in a few days, and let him encourage the current Minister of Finance to replace the old currency with the new currency." Ivy repeated the key points, then patted his face, and suddenly smiled.

"Don't tell me, you are crying and laughing now, you look abnormal, you look too much like an ordinary victim." She sighed, "Go to the next door and wait."

Another member of the group roughly took Gredo to the room where the rest of the waiters and ordinary people were being held.

"Be honest, kid." He cursed viciously.The waiter who was tied up in the room trembled with fright when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to struggle, so he could only let the young man covered in blood fall to the ground.

After the door was closed, the big man left, and someone approached nervously and tentatively asked, "Are you okay?"

On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang, far away from Neon, was also very busy.

He is digging for gold.

He stood in the splendid room, looking at the glittering scenery around him.Even at this moment, he has not fully accepted this fact.

This huge villa turned out to be made of pure gold.Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath and smiled wryly.

This place is in Nagano Prefecture, and Bolivar didn't even ask him. He directly contacted his brother and asked his brother to use his relationship to let them in, drive a trailer and an excavator, and demolish the house.

The young man with a bit of stubble on his chin looked at the ruined villa in front of him, and felt a sense of regret at seeing the artwork destroyed.He subconsciously covered his heart.Even though this house has nothing to do with him, it is a work of art, how beautiful it is!

He watched as his subordinates drove the excavator to turn the house into a pile of gold nuggets like cows chewing peonies.

Everyone who works here is full of happiness and joy. The boss said that if you work here, you must hand in the big head, and the rest of the small gold nuggets can be taken away in your pocket, as long as your pocket can hold it.

"Are you still distressed? Jing Guang?" A man's teasing voice came from behind him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was taken aback, turned around slowly, and nodded to the person who came: "Brother."

"Why don't you go and get two yuan too?" Zhu Fu Gaoming said with a smile.

"Stop joking." Zhu Fu Jingguang was helpless.

Zhu Fu Gaoming stood beside Zhu Fu Jingguang, he looked at the half-demolished house in front of him, and said slowly: "This is not a good thing."

"Staying here will only be used by people with ulterior motives."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't speak. He knew that Bolivar had sold all the gold he dug up. The gold that flooded into the market in a short period of time was probably several million tons. You must know that some big countries have only a few million tons of gold reserves.

In just one week, the price of gold has dropped from US$[-] per ounce to US$[-], an unbelievably low price.And Bolivar is still selling gold like crazy.

The bursting of the real estate bubble, the subprime mortgage crisis, and the sale of hundreds of tons of gold...

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt his heart beating rapidly.

It's crazy, it's crazy.

He has seen many people who lost their jobs and lived on the streets when he went out these days.Is this really good?

He took a deep breath, and Bolivar said there must be a way, saying it was just a small pain.

But is it really worth it?

His mind was a little confused.Standing beside him, Zhu Fu Gaoming tapped his head with his fingers.

"Jing Guang, don't think about it. Don't think about it if you don't understand it." He comforted, "This kind of thing is no longer something we can intervene in."

"Brother, why didn't you tell the people above about this?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked suddenly.

"Don't say it, don't say it." Hearing this, Zhu Fu Gaoming shook his head slightly, and then patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Brother?!"

Zhu Fu Gaoming fooled his younger brother, remembering the message Bolivar had sent him, he also sighed, wondering if it was the right thing to do.But no matter what, he didn't want to involve Jing Guang in this.

The people above naturally knew about this.But it wasn't Neon that was the main impact, and they also wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of Millican's economic control over them.

Bolivar promised to take the initiative to restore economic stability in a month's time, and gave them a thousand tons of gold to issue a new currency.You must know that the total amount of neon gold reserves is only [-] tons. Not to mention, there are many insightful people in the political circle who think that it is not bad to completely smash and reorganize the entire economic system.The immediate chaos was just a temporary pain.

Therefore, the boss who was missed by Bolivar didn't have much effort to drag him into the water. The gentleman had just been rescued, and before he had time to feel sorry for his money, he encountered another very big problem, the medicine was not enough.

Because it took too much medicine to rescue him, the medicine that could barely last for a month and a half could only last for a month.

It doesn't matter that the deposit has been cancelled, the old man comforted himself.You can't be angry with yourself.

"It's all right, except the money in the bank. I've got cash."

Thinking about the old man makes his heart ache, and even his breathing is bitter. He is like a stockholder in the stock market. He invests more than half of his life savings, and those few figures will disappear after a few crashes.

"I knew the bank was unreliable!" he said, complaining.

"Fortunately, I didn't store all my money there." He coughed and said, "Go, go to this place."

"There's my cash in there." He hesitated, then said, "And gold, sell the gold, sell it all."

After all, with inflation now, it is definitely not worthwhile to use banknotes, and many places have begun to reject banknotes, so they can only choose to use gold.

"Boss, the current price of gold..." The assistant's face flushed red, and he hesitated for a while while holding the electronic device, but he didn't come forward.

How would he tell the other party that their gold reserves had dropped from more than 1000 US dollars an ounce to more than 200, and they lost five times.

The gentleman's gold wealth evaporated in an instant, leaving only less than one-sixth of the original amount.

For rich people, money is just a series of numbers, this passage is nice and light.

When you lose this string of numbers, do you know if you can still look at it as easily as a string of numbers?I don't know if I can sigh with emotion, but it doesn't matter if I lost a string of numbers.

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The author has something to say:

There was originally a copy of Gredo with Hal and Whitney, but it was cut out because it was all original plots and original characters. (So ​​it seems that Hal and Hui Ni in this article seem to be soy sauce)

感谢在2022-05-0111:08:04~2022-05-0222:58:25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: Mingyue was there at the time, and there was one rotating blade;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of wind riding thousands of miles of waves; 10 more bottles of ah, Versailles, want to eat cute; 1 bottle of Yaya's feet, past events like smoke;

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