Chapter 64 4 Fang Yundong

"Go, send someone to collect black information about AB InBev, I want everything that can affect their stock price, regardless of the price, understand?"

Yang Cheng's grandfather, Liu Muqian, returned to his residence in Pingdingshan from the dinner, took off his coat, and gave instructions to his assistant.

"Old man, how is the young master?" The assistant has been with Liu Muqian for 20 years, and Yang Cheng is no different from his own nephew in his eyes. On the way back, he heard Liu Muqian explain the situation, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Oh...Xiaoyun said that her life is not in danger, but her injury is quite serious. She boarded the plane without medical treatment, and the plane has not yet landed. The specific situation can only be determined after the doctor's examination." Liu Muqian's face was full of sorrow. , Worried about his grandson's injury.

"Young master is auspicious, as long as your life is not in danger, I will guarantee you a healthy grandson with the current medical technology." The assistant had no choice but to say auspicious words to let the old man relax.

Liu Muqian waved his hand, "Okay, don't worry about me, half of the people are buried in the loess, and you haven't experienced anything like strong winds and waves, you can go and arrange it. After so many years of silence, some people have already forgotten the blood of our Chinese, hmph... .”

The assistant bowed and said ruthlessly, "Yes, I will arrange this time. Even if the Lehman family can't be killed this time, they will be peeled off."

"Wait." Liu Muqian called back the assistant who was about to leave.

"Father, what else can I order?"

"How's the financial situation?" Liu Muqian lamented that he was old and couldn't remember some things.

"Don't worry, all our offshore funds have been mobilized to Huifeng Bank. Huifeng Holdings and East West Bank have already spoken to fully support the old man's actions. The Royal Bank of Scotland has prepared an ultra-low-interest loan of 1 billion US dollars for you. In addition Mr Bank CEO asked me to apologize to you."

"It doesn't matter. Royal Bank's situation is not good recently. I have tried my best to squeeze out 1 billion US dollars. I can understand the old man."

"All the funds will arrive before the US stock market opens tomorrow morning, old man, if there is nothing else, tell me to arrange for someone to collect information."

"Okay, it's hard work, go get busy, I'm going to lie down for a while, wake me up as soon as there is any news."

Liu Muqian pinched the center of his brows, rubbed some cooling oil on his temples, and walked towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back without anyone helping him.

The assistant stood where he was, and followed the old man back to the bedroom with his eyes, before leaving the villa with a cold face.

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Honolulu, the capital of Hawaii, was called the city of Honolulu by the Chinese because sandalwood was produced locally in the early days and was shipped to country Z in large quantities. It is located in the southeast corner of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands.

Of course, there are also a considerable number of Chinese who immigrated to the United States in the early days to retire here. The scenery is beautiful, the temperature is neither too hot nor cold, the air is humid but not humid, and there is a good medical environment. There is no better place than here. Suitable for old age.

Yang Cheng's grandfather Yang Yuanshan walked out of Honolulu International Airport with a tired body, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds that seemed to be within reach, as if trying to break through the obstacles of the clouds to find Yuanshan cruising in the stratosphere.

"Old Yang..." A call like a bell brought Yang Yuanshan back to his thoughts.

"Situ..." Yang Yuanshan followed the voice, found the old man beside the Mercedes-Benz, and called out kindly.

The old man called Situ is not tall, with a slightly fat body. He smiles like a Maitreya Buddha. His small squinted eyes seem to be able to see everything. His sharp sword-like eyes turned around Yang Yuanshan, and he smiled after a long while. , "The old guy is in good health, let's go, get in the car, I heard about Xiaocheng, that kid is lucky, he will be fine."

"You old boy, why don't you play with knives and guns and change your fortune-telling?" Yang Yuanshan couldn't help laughing and cursing when he saw his old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Situ's surname is both Situ and Hong, the Hong of the Hongmen.

"What's the matter with fortune-telling? I'm called endless learning. What a fool you are." Old man Situ seemed to have regained the feeling when he and Yang Yuanshan cherished each other and relied on each other to conquer the world when they were young.

Yang Yuanshan quickly understood what his old friend was thinking, and laughed out loud, and Situ couldn't help laughing, so the passengers entering and leaving the Honolulu Airport saw such a scene. Nervous at the airport.

"Okay, okay, I can't afford to lose face with you, get in the car quickly, and go home if you have something to say." Situ laughed and said out of breath, his face flushed and he reached out to pat Yang Yuanshan's shoulder.

"Ha... In the end, I'm still not as strong as I am. Okay, this is your territory, and it's up to you."

That night, Yang Yuanshan and Situ talked secretly in the study all night, no one knew what the two old people talked about.

It's just that when Yang Yuanshan boarded the plane to New York the next day, there were many Chinese faces on the flight from major cities in the United States to Rio. For the World Cup finals, going to Rio to watch the football on vacation is naturally the best choice this summer.

But those interested people who are concerned about the progress of the situation don't think so. Among the Chinese who flew to New York, several of them have been incognito for many years, wandered on the edge of darkness, and have been on countless blacklists. At this moment, they suddenly surfaced On the surface of the water, apart from their Chinese faces, they also have one thing in common. They are all surnamed Hong, Hong from the Hong family!

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No. 270 Park Avenue, New York, stands a modern skyscraper here. It is late at night, but the building is still brightly lit. Looking from the outside, employees in uniforms can be seen walking around with thick documents from time to time. Between the various floors, this is the headquarters building of one of the largest financial service organizations in the world, namely the headquarters building. Countless pieces of information that may affect the global economic trend are sent out from here every day.

In front of the building, Yang Sen got off the Bentley Mulsanne, stood beside the car, glanced at the sign thoughtfully, and led Elena and bodyguards into the building.

Outside the CEO's office on the top floor, Yang Sen with a tense and serious face asked the secretary, "Is Jamie in?"

"Um... Yes, do you have an appointment?" The secretary looked at Yang Sen, the unexpected visitor, with some anxiety.

"Elena, wait for me here." Yang Sen didn't have time to talk to the little secretary, turned around and gave instructions to his assistant, then bypassed the little secretary, pushed open the office door and strode in.

"Hey? Sir, sir, you can't come in without an appointment..." the little secretary shouted after Yang Sen.

"Yang?"

****CEO Jamie Dimon raised his head in astonishment when he heard footsteps behind his desk.

"Sorry, Jamie, I broke in without an appointment." After Yang Sen came in, he casually looked at the furnishings of the office, which hadn't changed a bit for so many years.

He came to the desk and stood still, apologizing, but from his stern expression, he could tell how sincere this apology was.

Jamie Damon couldn't blame him either. The news about Rio soon reached his ears, so he nodded to the little secretary and let her go out, touched his nose and forced a smile, "It's okay, Yang, what can I do for you?" is it yours?"

"Actually, there's one little thing you can help with."

Yang Sen expressed his views so bluntly that Jamie Dimon almost lost his mind. Don't you Chinese like to go around the corner?

He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "Go ahead, I will definitely help if I can."

In other words, don't talk about things beyond your ability.

"Forum Publishing Company, you and I have been negotiating for more than half a month. There is nothing to say about other conditions. The only thing that is stuck is the issue of debt. After finishing the acquisition process, how about it?"

Now Yang Sen urgently needs a public opinion platform with enough influence to act as the vanguard of his next revenge against Lehman. As for the higher acquisition cost, in Yang Sen's eyes, he will make it back sooner or later, let alone far. Lehman's companies launched public criticism, and the scandals released were enough to bring the newspapers under Tribune Publishing back to the center of people's attention. As the attention increased, advertisers would naturally come to seek cooperation.

Of course, this is only temporary. The desolation of the traditional newspaper industry is already a certainty. Afterwards, it is the only way for Forum Publishing Company to carry out new media reform. It is not Yang Sen’s turn to worry about how to change it and what direction it will develop. Yang Sen did it, why would Yang Cheng use it?

Jamie Dimon hugged his shoulders. With his usual style, he would naturally continue to raise the price. Even the cleaning lady who cleaned the toilets in the Morgan Building knew that Yang Sen urgently needed a forum publishing company. The initiative in this negotiation has been completely lost. Into **** hands.

But now he dare not and cannot take advantage of other people's danger to raise the price, to be precise, he dare not take advantage of Yang Sen's danger.

Of course, this has nothing to do with human feelings. In this era, a considerable number of Wall Street people advocate a kind of rhetoric, "Wall Street also has human feelings."

But in fact, Wall Street brokerages often shift their positions after ruining a place, and make persistent efforts. This is not only like the practice of bandits, but also like the fallow rotation in agriculture. It takes time for the land to recover, and the stockholders also need time to recuperate. The so-called human affection on Wall Street is not about lending a helping hand when you are in crisis, but about keeping a fat sheep without killing it, and keeping the sheep's wool.

Why can't Yang Sen sit down and raise the price? First of all, there is no room for a starting price. You can’t expect Tribune Publishing to sell 10 billion U.S. dollars. If you raise the price to 100 million U.S. dollars, you will die. For the 20 million U.S. dollars, you will offend Yang Sen to death. Is it worth it?

Secondly, Yuanshan Capital belongs to the power of Wall Street, and unanimity to the outside world is the unspoken rule of Wall Street. After all, the Lehman family is from Brazil.

In the end, this time it was Lehman who broke the rules and took the lead in killing the heir of another family. No matter what the reason was, it made people uncomfortable. This time he attacked the heir of the Yang family, will it be another family next time? The big family has never lacked the vigilance to be prepared for danger in times of peace!