Chapter 1193 Special Products of Venezuela

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"You mean, East West Bank hopes that through this method, your company can take the initiative to terminate the contract, so that they don't have to pay liquidated damages?"

After Yang Cheng finished speaking, she wanted to laugh a little. As the most influential representative company in the Chinese circle, East West Bank wouldn't do such an unlimited thing, could it? Isn't it self-destructive reputation?

But Luo Yue's swearing appearance made Yang Cheng have to believe it.

Just because of this thought, he lost his mind while driving and almost ran a red light.

. . . . . .

The next morning, Liu Yiming estimated the time and called Luo Yue to ask for a meeting time.

Yang Cheng considered that the other party was a private meeting, so instead of taking the person to the company, he found a wine club in front of his house and asked Luo Yue to call him over.

"Mr. Liu, I'm Luo Yue's fiancé, Yang Cheng." As a landlord, facing Luo Yue's leadership, he had to give enough face.

Liu Yiming saw Yang Cheng waiting at the gate of the club early, and the greasy middle-aged man was flattered, and after getting out of the car ten meters away, he began to nod and bow, "Mr. , when the two hold a wedding banquet, I must ask for a glass of wedding wine."

Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows. It had been a long time since he had heard anyone address him as Mr. Yang, so he smiled politely, "Mr. Liu is polite, and you are welcome then."

After a few polite words, the three followed the waiter to the box.

The manager of the club also came in and greeted him personally, "Mr. Yang, what would you like to drink?"

Yang Cheng also came here for the first time, "Do you have any recommendations?"

The manager is a very elegant Caucasian man. His well-tailored suit sets off his noble temperament, which fits perfectly with the style of the clubhouse. Hearing Yang Cheng's words, after a little thought, he has the answer, "It's morning, not for tasting red wine. Best time, so I recommend a sherry from Andalusia, Spain, to drink with blue cheese, dark chocolate and ice cream.”

"That's a very good recommendation, just do as you say."

"Thank you, please wait~"

If it was Yang Cheng herself, she would definitely not choose this sweet sherry wine,

But women usually prefer it. Since Luo Yue is present, Yang Cheng must give priority to his fiancée's taste.

The manager quickly came back from the wine cellar, and in front of Yang Cheng, wiped clean the wine bottle that had been around for many years, and opened it himself. After waking up slightly, he handed it to Yang Cheng in the cup at one o'clock.

Yang Cheng thanked her, pinched the thin cup body with two fingers and shook it slightly, the amber liquid swirled in the cup, smelled it, and then took a sip, "The rich aroma of caramel and coffee, with a It is made from Pedro Ximénez grapes? The sweetness is a bit higher than that of ordinary Sherry wine.”

The manager looked as if he met a confidant, "Mr. Yang is very powerful, and few people know so much about sherry wine."

Yang Cheng shrugged, "I just learned about it by the way when I was studying cocktails before, that's all, OK, this is it, by the way, please send me a few cigars, any brand of Cuban cigars is fine. "

"No problem, please wait~"

This kind of sweetness must be neutralized by the spiciness of cigars. The manager also understands the needs of customers, and the cigars he sent are also brands with a heavy taste.

Everything was ready, and they retreated together with the waiters. Yang Cheng asked while toasting a cigar, "Mr. Liu can talk about his intentions."

Luo Yue stuck to Yang Cheng's side honestly, holding a bowl of ice cream and drinking red wine, waiting to hear gossip.

Liu Yiming is also a cigar lover. He is very skilled in the process of cutting and roasting cigars. "I'm here to ask Mr. Yang for help. I hope you can help my company."

Yang Cheng looked at Luo Yue unexpectedly, but she didn't hear that her company was about to fail.

Luo Yue was even more surprised. She wanted to ask, but she couldn't open her mouth because she was concerned about Yang Cheng's face. Obviously, she didn't know the inside story.

Liu Yiming lit his cigar, took a deep puff, and said with a frowning face, "Speaking of which, I'm also blamed for being greedy for success and mobilizing most of the company's cash to invest in a real estate project. As a result, the project aborted and all the funds were invested. Who would have thought that East West Bank would renege on its promises, and there is no hope of getting the money back in a short period of time, and a loan is about to expire next month, and if it cannot be repaid on time, the company can declare bankruptcy."

"So serious?" Yang Cheng thought to himself.

With a cigar in her mouth, she sent a message to Susu asking her to investigate Liu Yiming's situation urgently.

Then, without looking at Liu Yiming, he lowered his eyelids and asked in a deep voice, "How much money do you need?"

Liu Yiming couldn't help being excited, "6 million, as long as 6 million, the company can survive this crisis."

"What project did you vote for?" Yang Cheng just asked casually.

Liu Yiming scratched the few hairs on his head in pain, "A venture capital fund said it invested in Venezuelan crude oil futures, with 80% return in 2 years, and it turned out that it hasn't been 2 years yet, so I told you I lost all my money and the company has gone bankrupt.”

Yang Cheng was taken aback, "What? Venezuela's crude oil futures?"

He has not forgotten that at the beginning of last year in Davos, he was sheared and paid a protection fee of 1 billion US dollars.

The Federal Reserve has brought top rich people from various countries around the world to join this unilateral massacre. At least one person has a "predatory" fund of US$1 billion, which is still wreaking havoc in various fields in Venezuela. It is said that the income is good.

It’s just poor Venezuela. It used to be a beautiful Caribbean pearl, but now it can only survive by selling beautiful women. This is really not a joke. Koreans love beauty, right? But their plastic surgery economy is really nothing compared to Venezuela's beauty economy.

As one of the most prestigious countries rich in beauties, Venezuela has a population of just over 30 million, but has produced at least 10 Miss World and Miss Universe.

As a result, a fanatical beauty pageant wave has been set off in Venezuela. Almost every village has a "beauty queen".

Local girls have been participating in beauty pageants since they were in elementary and middle school; various sports teams, clubs, and professional associations all have their own beauty representatives, and even women's prisons or nursing homes have beauty pageant winners wearing little crowns.

The funniest thing is that not only women in Venezuela love beauty, but men also love beauty. The cosmetics they use on their faces are unmatched by people from other countries.

Don’t look at the fact that Venezuelans are so poor that they almost can’t afford food, but you can smell all kinds of expensive perfumes when you get on a bus. Venezuelans don’t have to eat, but they have to dress themselves carefully. A folk saying.

It is precisely because Venezuelans love beauty that they can become a country with a large number of beauties. Their light brown skin can only be seen by European white beauties in the sun; With the smooth skin of the yellow race, it can be said that it has both advantages.

Every year at the beginning of September, the streets of Venezuela are always empty, private cars are not on the streets, taxis are out of service, and everyone is sitting in front of the TV, watching the annual "Miss Venezuela" beauty pageant broadcast, and any family, As long as someone becomes "Miss Venezuela", she can enjoy a high reputation in the local area.

In order to become beautiful, many families will allow girls to receive physical training from the age of 4. These trainings are very strict, almost according to the selection standards of beauty pageants.

Moreover, Venezuelans will deliberately create mixed-race beauties, especially Indo-European mixed-race people directly accounted for 58%. Besides oil, the only "specialty product" that can be sold.

Yes, beauties in Venezuela can be exported in batches. Many small American modeling companies go back to Venezuela to take a gamble when they start their businesses or are on the verge of bankruptcy, and take a batch of beauties back to the United States. Once Haizhu is trained as a supermodel, the company will survive, and the rest will either be sold to rich people as lovers, or they will mercilessly rush back to their hometown to fend for themselves.

In short, it is both a blessing and a misfortune to have beautiful girls in Venezuela.

Closer to home, Venezuela's bankruptcy will be an indisputable fact, but what is the situation of the venture capital fund that Liu Yiming is talking about? Is it a non-governmental organization?

"Can you tell me about that fund?" Yang Cheng asked.

"I also learned about this Ikers Fund from Wall Street through someone's introduction. A year ago, I participated in the fundraising dinner held by Ikers Fund in Los Angeles. The dinner was normal, but after the banquet, I was taken by my friends. I participated in a private meeting held by the Ikers Fund, and all the participants were people with neither high nor low net worth like me. During the meeting, people from the Ikers Fund introduced this product to us.

They said that they had obtained insider information, that Venezuela is very profitable, and the various data listed are also very detailed, which looks quite plausible, and finally promised an 80% rate of return, 2-year settlement, starting at 2 million U.S. dollars To vote, I hesitated again and again, thinking that this was a good opportunity, and the friend who introduced me also voted. As soon as my head got hot, I took the company's liquidity and invested in it.

result. . . "

Yang Cheng nodded. Although this fund has never been heard of before, it doesn't sound like a liar. Maybe he heard a little bit of wind from somewhere, so he wanted to take the opportunity to gamble and win Las Vegas. , Lost and went back to Brooklyn to beg for food, but lost the bet.

"You don't have a penny in your company's account?" Yang Cheng asked.

"After the last month's salary is paid, there will be no more. I originally wanted to delay the salary payment, but I'm afraid..."

Liu Yiming paused, looked a little embarrassed, but still gritted his teeth and said, "I was afraid that my wife would find out, so I posted it as usual."

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