Chapter 590 Returning to the Light

The desert area is very lively, well, that description is not accurate. The U.S. emperor had a great time blowing up, but the stupid big wood is just invincible in the world. The Patriots are awesome, at least according to the hype. Scud is useless, even if the interception fails, it will not have much lethality.

The sight shifted to Los Angeles. William White, who was sitting behind the luxurious executive desk, had a very ugly expression on his face.

"Asshole, is the footbath bank eating stupid 13?"

"Boss, according to last year's annual report, the profits of aviation and consumer companies have declined significantly, and export processing companies have performed well. The business sector in the foot basin is optimistic, and their stocks and property markets have begun to pick up."

"Tsk tsk, it's true, after blowing such a big bubble, it actually recovered? This is too amazing."

"Both Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs have raised the expected target of the Nikkei Index, and the three major rating agencies in the United States have also raised the ratings of sovereign funds. Hehe, their actions are very tacit."

"There are so many tricks, forget it, we are not suitable to jump out and make troubles, these bastards are lucky."

Of course, William has reason to be depressed. The Rockefeller and Morgan Stanley Goldman Sachs guys couldn't escape. It's good now, the credit window of the foot basin bank is open again. Not only that, but the intensity of borrowing is also being upgraded. See what it means, the money that was not borrowed a while ago will be thrown out all at once.

Fall short, this is William White's only idea. The group of guys who succeeded in replenishing blood should be smug again.

"Boss, they shouldn't have time to withdraw all the investment. If the action is too big, the foot basin person is not completely stupid."

"Of course they are not stupid. Many people have already seen the problem. I think this is a kind of compromise made by the foot basin in exchange for the US imperialism to loosen other aspects. Have you noticed that the foot basin has also sent troops this time."

"Tsk, the temptation to become a complete country is indeed big enough. I hope they understand what they are doing."

"Filson, of course they understand. As for the money, to put it bluntly, it's just paper. Before you spend it, it's worthless no matter how much you hold."

Although he didn't fully agree with it, Filson still felt that it made sense. At least, this is the only way you can explain the current weird situation.

As an export-oriented country, the recurring income of foot basins is large. Holding a lot of beautiful knives in his hand, but no suitable investment intention.

Turn around and buy US national debt?

Hehe, it's okay if the number is small, but if there are too many, be careful that the US emperor will be jealous and rob him directly.

These extra dollars, and the hot money before. There is no doubt that the foot basin, which is not very big, really can't hold it.

The once again hot property market has quickly lost people in the foot basin. Nima, this is really too scary. The lift is barely acceptable, but the bungee jumping is fine. Didn't the guys who jumped off the building during this period of time die unjustly?

Hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer. The time before was just the darkness before dawn.

An artificially large dose of cardiotonic agent revived the dying foot basin.

No one told them it was just an illusion. The damn child will still die, and these are just flashbacks. Well, the answer is a bit strong, and most people can't see it.

Although a little reconciled, but also powerless. But now he can no longer make a move, and it would be troublesome to be the target of public criticism.

Now the relationship with those old guys is very delicate, there is competition, cooperation, and mutual stumbling. If you really put all the money of these guys into it, you will die endlessly.

Waking up from sleep, I found that the whole person was not well. Neither arm seemed to belong to him anymore.

After carefully placing the two big belly women, William White decided to go for some exercise. The old guys crawled out this time, and his troubles are definitely indispensable. From the looks of it, it was necessary to revise my plan for early retirement.

In essence, William White is still the second generation who committed suicide. An unfettered life is his favorite.

If it wasn't for some bastards trying to harm him, this guy might have retired early.

The reason is obvious, who's richest man is free to make movies? This is obviously full.

This gluttonous feast in the foot basin has indeed fattened a group of giant crocodiles. Prior to this, the bottom-ranked consortiums were not doing well. The wealth on the surface is tens of billions.

In the mid-1990s, if you didn’t have hundreds of billions of assets, you really didn’t have the face to say that you were one of the top ten consortiums, and it wasn’t shameful enough. As for Citigroup and Morgan Stanley, they have reached the trillion level.

Well, you still have a loan.

God, if there is a trillion in cash, wouldn't the world be in chaos.

The so-called capitalist, if he does not operate capital, is he still a capitalist?

This time, the consortium compromised and repaired some relations with him. William White was very sure that if this group of guys hadn't been restrained by the foot basin, there would be absolutely no compromise.

If you want to continue pinching with them, having a good body is better than anything else. Nima, if the two big-bellied women are tossing around again at night, the buddies will sleep in the study. One person with one arm, you really treat me like a pillow.

Tsk, this is not the same.

The sound of sandbags bang bang bang came out rhythmically, and the expressions of a group of bodyguards were a little weird. This is the great god offending this one again. Since the finger was injured, it has been a while since the boss punched the sandbag.

Using a huge amount of exercise to keep in shape actually has side effects, that is, you can't stop. If you don't train for a while, the picture is not too beautiful. Look at the later Fei Luo and Lao Ma, there is fat left all over the body.

"How is it? Is there any news about Xiaohu?" He wiped the sweat off his head. Said shaking his head.

"No, it's better to play games by yourself than to watch them fight. This guy, even if he uses horses to deliver the news, it has already been delivered."

"Hehe, the beauty you think of, the topography of the desert plain, who do you plan to let die."

"That's right, if it was a tropical rainforest, this guy wouldn't be so miserable."

"It can't be done. With thermal imaging, any camouflage is just a cloud. What can work is nothing more than some traps. This kind of local loss is completely irrelevant to the overall situation."

"I feel like it's almost time. If you don't attack again, the money really won't be enough."

"Money? It's only one billion a day. Anyway, if someone is taken advantage of, people can't die. They have a quota. I heard that it is 4,000 people. If it exceeds this number, our president's position will not be guaranteed."

"Four thousand? Hehe, two thousand may be the limit. It seems that Mr. President must be very happy now."

Xiaohu would never have thought of it, let alone four thousand. A total of less than 400 people were lost. Even so, the presidency is still in jeopardy.

War phobia is not so easy to treat. Even if there are only a few hundred people lost, the people are unwilling to accept it.

Of course, after the phobia ended, Meidi returned to her arrogant appearance. In particular, after Maozi was successfully dismembered, they started the international police again.

The two guys guessed right, and Old Bush is very happy now. He even started planning for his next term. No matter how pessimistic a person is, he doesn't think there is any possibility of a comeback for Silly Damu.