Chapter 442 Venezuela Abandoned by God (2)

"This time, the 'predatory' fund, led by five investment banks including Vanguard Fund, State Street Bank, JP Morgan, Goldman Sachs, and Citigroup, with the participation of Berkshire Hathaway and Waterfall Fund, will target Venezuela. A series of investment activities, the threshold is 1 billion US dollars per share, there is no upper limit, and the expected investment return is 60%, everyone is welcome to actively participate in the stock.”

As the old voice of the old stock god fell, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, what do you mean? Make it clear that you want to squeeze the wool, buy and sell by force?

Yang Cheng even broke out in a cold sweat, his hairs stood on end, and he kept cursing in his heart, "Predation Fund? The name is apt, poor Venezuela has been treated as a target of predation."

Looking at the expressionless old stock god, Yang Cheng silently mourned the Venezuelan people for three minutes. If you want to blame you, you are born in the wrong place, and you played yourself to death.

"Warren, tell us the truth, how much did Berkshire invest in it?" John Paulson suddenly asked a question that everyone in the room wanted to know.

The old stock god glanced around, drooping his eyelids slightly, took a deep puff on his cigar, and faintly spit out a number, "5 billion!"

John Paulson narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Give me the account number later, I will vote for 1 share, and leave beforehand."

Yang Cheng also reacted quickly, followed closely by saying in a deep voice, "I'm one of them, I'm too tired today, I have to go back to catch up on sleep, so I'll take my leave first."

The two walked out of the small reception room one after another. As Yang Cheng expected, John Paulson was waiting at the corner of the corridor. Seeing Yang Cheng coming after him, he smiled wryly, "Looking for a place to have a drink?"

"That's what I mean. I know a nice tavern. Get in my car."

20 minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of a small wooden house. There was heavy snow falling in the black sky, but there was no wind. If it was not in a bad mood, it would be a good time to enjoy the snow scenery.

This tavern was opened by a German couple. Yang Cheng met by chance when he was skiing. All the wine in the tavern was brewed by the owner himself, and the ingredients were hunted in the wild or collected from other hunters. Cooked by the wife's perfect cooking skills, it can bring people the most natural and wild enjoyment. The bistro has no name but it can attract Michelin magazines, but the staid Germans dismiss it and put Michelin magazines on it. His recommendation was nothing but fart, and he didn't care at all. In his words, the more people come here to eat, the taste will change.

Yang Cheng found it from memory, but luckily the dim lights outside the tavern were still on, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said to John Paulson, "Although the store is small, the beer and craftsmanship are by no means inferior to the Michelin restaurant on Fifth Avenue. "

John Paulson stood under the eaves, shook the snowflakes on the windbreaker and said with a smile, "My tongue is very picky. If I am not satisfied, I will spit it on the ground."

Yang Cheng replied confidently, "I won't let you down."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the blanket to block the wind at the door, stepped over the high threshold and entered the store. A wave of warmth rushed over his face, and instantly dispelled the cold air on his body.

The decoration inside the wooden house is very primitive. There is a bar counter with 4 round stools and 4 round tables next to it. There is no other decoration, not even a deer head specimen that symbolizes the achievements of hunters. It is simple and scary. !

He shouted in the direction of the back kitchen, "Boss, here comes the guest."

"Coming!" A rough voice came out first, followed by a tremor on the floor. Dressed in denim, a burly white-haired old man came out of the back kitchen with his head bowed. Dazed, then asked, "Son, did you go to the wrong place?"

The old man is also a second person, so there is no business and he rushes to push it out.

John Paulson also found it interesting. While taking off his windbreaker and handing it to the bodyguard, he looked at the old man and sat in front of the bar by himself.

Yang Cheng smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not here for the first time, order some beer, and make whatever ingredients are left today, let's serve it up, we have a lot of people."

After ordering casually, he pulled out his wallet and squeezed out a stack of brand new Swiss francs with two fingers.

Countless ones were placed on the bar counter, but such a domineering action made the old man laugh out loud, "So it's you, son, I remember you, how many years ago did you come here, and your action of taking money still hasn't changed at all. I still can't remember it."

Yang Cheng did this on purpose, in order to bring back the memory of the old man, it seems that he succeeded, "Thank you for remembering me."

The old man was not polite either, and with a sweep of his hands, he put a wad of money into the box inside the bar, "Wait a minute, the food and drinks will be here soon."

When the old man returned to the back kitchen, he began to work with clangs and clangs, and then John Paulson pointed to the box containing the money and said, "You're welcome."

Yang Cheng shrugged and explained, "Their family's meat is all game. It's about the same price if you eat it in other places including various added values. I don't give much."

John Paulson didn't say anything more, he didn't care about the money, and if the taste was worth it, he would be willing to give it 10 times more than that.

However, the purpose of the two is not to eat and drink, but mainly for the matter just now.

Their bodyguards were scattered around the round table next to them. Although there was no communication, they were silently fighting secretly. Two, no one dared to recognize the number one master, so naturally no one would accept anyone else.

Of course, each other's big bosses are in front of them, and no one dares to make trouble. Doesn't this put eye drops on the boss?

John Paulson took out his mobile phone, clicked on an email, and put it in front of Yang Cheng, saying, "I just asked my assistant to check it. Time was tight, and I didn't find much, but the Maduro that Warren said is indeed a psycho." , not only hostile to foreign companies, but also tried every means to force a large number of foreign companies to leave Venezuela.

At present, multinational companies such as PepsiCo, General Motors, and United Technologies Corporation cannot continue to support themselves, and they are reducing their business in Venezuela and preparing to withdraw completely. If these large enterprises withdraw, Venezuela's unemployment rate will reach more than 25%!

Moreover, Venezuela's inflation rate is getting worse and worse. In 2010, 1 US dollar was exchanged for about 8 bolivars. According to today's unofficial exchange rate, 1 US dollar can be exchanged for more than a thousand bolivars. The increase may exceed 500%.

It is worth mentioning that Maduro has raised the minimum wage in the country three times. This move has brought temporary relief to the plight of the poor in Venezuela, but the far-reaching impact of the crazy devaluation of the currency has already taken shape. "

After a pause, he sighed deeply, "Venezuela has been abandoned by God!"

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