Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

What's the matter with this Nima?

I look too kind, like a boy who spreads wealth by the God of Wealth?

In the United States before, Shen Jiannan met homeless people asking for money, and he gave five or ten yuan.

Later, I was robbed several times, and I never gave it again.

But it's only the second time for him to ask for money so naturally.

He was dressed in clean clothes, muscular all over his body, with well-developed limbs, healthy body, and full of breath when speaking. Obviously, he was not sick or in trouble.

Shen Jiannan glanced at the clothes and attires of black people and asked: I have money, I earned it hard. If you want money, you can. I have a factory that is recruiting porters. If you are interested, I can introduce you to work there.

The black's eyeballs almost fell to the ground, and a deep anger flashed across his face, cursing: Water? Why do you let me go to work? You bloody financiers can earn so much without doing anything Money, why should I be a porter. You earn so much money every day, why can't you give me some.

This, Nima, still makes sense.

There is no hell mode in France now, and people like this can be encountered.

That's right, the south is now engaged in the saint mode, and China and Africa are fighting again and again. These guys most likely came from there.

But what the hell does this have to do with Shen Jiannan and me.

Too lazy to pay attention to such rascals, Shen Jiannan turned around and left. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, and he doesn't mind being kind, but Nima is begging but wants to be so righteous, I owe you.

Have you done too much charity recently?

But this angered the blacks who stayed where they were. He shouted to the people passing by, Everyone come and see, he discriminates against blacks.

In this civilized country, I have suffered enormous humiliation and discrimination.

Can someone help me?

Herpumi. Press.

I need help, this bastard discriminates against me and humiliates me.

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As the black man shouted, unconsciously, many people came around, and even on the road ahead, there were some people walking over with eyes on them.

Someone even scolded: Hey, man. How can you discriminate against my brother, what's your name.

You damn rich people, can't you respect other people's personality?

I know him, he is the devil who has brought disaster to many countries, my brother lost his job not long ago, it was this bastard who did it.

He's Shen Jiannan. I saw his picture in the newspaper. This damn bastard made me lose my job in Spain and my children starved to death.

Damn capitalist, why do you discriminate against my brother.

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More and more people gathered around.

Many people stared at Shen Jiannan and his party as if they were seeing enemies. The few black people walking in the front stood in a row, with the momentum of rushing over if there was any disagreement.

It was too sudden and too inexplicable.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help squinting his eyes.

In Italy, although some people stared at him, it was never like this.

In the UK, even more so.

Walking on the street, many people even smiled at him, as if they were very happy for him to teach the British government a lesson.

And he had just arrived in France, hadn't done anything, and wasn't planning to do anything.

The crowd of people gathered more and more, surrounded the surrounding area, Antov touched the pistol in his hand, narrowed the protective circle with little Ivan and said to Shen Jiannan in a low voice: Sir, something is wrong, we need to get out of here as soon as possible.

Shen Jiannan had already sensed that something was wrong, but he was not in a hurry at all. As he came to the land of France in his capacity, even if someone wanted to do something secretly, it would depend on whether the French government agreed.

If you guessed right, the people from the French DSF would have arrived long ago.

On the other hand, Yulia Sidorov and Qina Kanowski who came out of the clothing store also noticed something was wrong.

Surrounded by people in a good way, no one is instigated by the devil.

who is it?

The two looked at each other. Perhaps only Shen Jiannan himself knew the answer to this question.

After all, they were not children from ordinary families. Yulia Sidorov and a female bodyguard took the initiative to retreat into the clothing store, while Qina Kanowski led Angela towards the crowd.

The dense crowd had already surrounded Shen Jiannan and the others, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside due to the crowd.

Qi Na was so anxious that she directly took out the gold Mauser that her father had given her.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The three clear gunshots came too suddenly, and the dark crowd was cleared out of a large open space in an instant. Some of the crowd surrounding Shen Jiannan crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands, or bent over and screamed, and fled to the side.

When she saw Shen Jiannan clearly, Qina Kanowski couldn't help but smile.

This guy, with a cigar in his hand, was completely unharmed. When he saw him, he even blew a kiss over him.

While the crowd was still panicking, Qi Na quickly ran to Shen Jiannan's side, but before she had time to say anything, the crowd who reacted surrounded her again.

The black man who asked Shen Jiannan for money before shouted: Brothers, don't be afraid, he only has one gun and seven bullets. This damn capitalist has stolen our wealth and discriminated against and humiliated us as poor ghosts. We must Seek justice from him.

Immediately, someone followed suit.

Yes. Negroes will never be slaves. These people discriminate against our brothers. We can't just let it go.

It's really courting death.

Shen Jiannan couldn't bear to close his eyes.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Two crisp gunshots suddenly sounded again.

The heads of the two black men in the lead rotted into pieces like a watermelon in an instant, and they fell directly to the ground. When their pupils gradually turned gray and lost their spirits, they still couldn't believe that someone dared to shoot them.

No one expected that Qi Na, a delicate-looking woman, would suddenly shoot and kill someone.

Except for Shen Jiannan.

This guy glanced at the frightened crowd, then looked at the two unlucky bastards who fell on the ground and turned into an open space around him, put his arms around Qina and tremblingly said: Baby, I'm so scared!

Qina gave Shen Jiannan a white look, but directly raised her snow-white neck and kissed that big mouth.

Arrogant.

Too arrogant.

The people around who were preparing to make trouble were all frightened and dumbfounded, looking at the two people who showed their affection in disbelief.

It's okay to kill people in the street and not run away, but they still dare to stand in place and fight KiSS.

Even the several agents and agents of the Territorial Guardianship Department and the Financial Security Bureau who were in charge of monitoring Shen Jiannan were dumbfounded, and when they remembered it, they all wanted to scold their mothers in anger.

It was obvious that they dared to be so arrogant because they guessed that they were here.

As for catching the murderer.

Do not make jokes.

To catch the daughter of the Kanowski family, does France want to go to war with the now broken can of Da Mao?

Whoa - whoa! It's over—it's over!

The police car honking and belatedly arriving.

Feeling the comfort from her buttocks, Qina let out a sigh of satisfaction and asked, Who do you think it is?

Shen Jiannan stopped Qi Na's waist to meet Yulia, who was coming over, shook his head and said, Not sure. But someone is obviously worried that I will go to France and wants me to leave immediately.

Qi Na asked suspiciously, You mean the French government?

Yulia Sidorov immediately interrupted: It's not the French government, who wields the sword of the Son of Heaven. How could it carry out assassinations? France is not a black country, and they won't do that.

Of course, Qina didn't understand this truth, but she couldn't think of who it would be, but Shen Jiannan took them with her on this trip, and she obviously already knew it in her heart.

Shen. Have you already guessed who it will be?

Paris, where the night shift is very busy, is the most romantic moment.

It is common for lovers to hold hands on the banks of the Seine, appreciate the beauty of the night, and when they are in love, have a French kiss that comes as soon as they say it.

And the red light district of the street is filled with bright and attractive lights, and the girls with bright clothes and fashionable openness will greet the men who come and go, and take them into a tenderness that leads to the depths.

But on this most romantic evening, the Parisian administration at all levels is in disarray.

From time to time, calls from all over the world were passed on to the subordinate units one by one, making the employees who had no sense of time but left work on time every day very depressed.

Tourville, swimming pool.

The Central Intelligence Agency, which de Gaulle had led in his early years, was renamed the French Foreign Intelligence and Counterintelligence Agency in later years.

The seventh office was established in 1951, and its task is to use technology and secret means to obtain intelligence.

Later, the bureau was renamed the General Directorate of External Security, stipulating that the bureau no longer takes actions in the country, highlighting demilitarization and technical specialization.

The main task of the General Administration of External Security was to comprehensively investigate and monitor Soviet agents during the Cold War. After the Cold War, the central task became a comprehensive collection of foreign political, economic, military, technological and terrorist activities, and was responsible for detecting foreign agents. Espionage against French interests; deciphering foreign intelligence through the collection of foreign communications.

Because it is headquartered in the old barracks of Motier near Tourville swimming pool in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, it is called swimming pool.

At this time, René Previn, director of the Seventh Bureau, who was a headache even for cabinet officials at all levels in the country, had a headache himself. He put the phone aside, grinned and let the voice in the receiver continue to growl.

Pliven, you idiot, don't tell me you don't know that's my precious daughter and son-in-law.

If you don't know, I will tell you officially that Qi Na is my daughter, but now, she was caught by your people and taken to the police station.

Listen, Previn, if my daughter and son-in-law lost half of their hair in France, you'd know how terrible a father's wrath can be.

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Can you please stop being so unreasonable?

Your daughter killed someone, the police station just asked them to go back and cooperate, what does it mean to arrest your daughter.

Kanoski, I drafted the master, don't bully people too much, okay?

René Previn wanted to scold his mother, he was the dignified director of the seventh bureau, he was treated with courtesy and awe by others.

But Kanoski is so good at being a mess, he scolded him as soon as he opened his mouth.

Mama batch!

Don't bring such a bully.

But what could René Previn do?

Reasoning with Kanoski?

When did Da Mao reason?

Da Mao used to be unreasonable, not to mention that now he is full of anger and has nowhere to vent, he just wants to find someone to fight.

Fortunately, the voice in the earpiece gradually stabilized until only heavy breathing remained.

We are people of status, and we don't have the same knowledge as these poor fellows.

right.

They are very poor now.

I don't know him well.

René Previn muttered a few words in his heart to calm down his anger, and when his emotions stabilized, he said helplessly: Kanoski, I'm really sorry, we didn't know that beautiful lady was your daughter. But we It didn't cause any harm to her, we just bought her a cup of coffee, and now we have sent her back to the hotel and put people under strict protection.

Don't worry, I can assure you that your daughter and son-in-law, as well as Minister Sidorov's daughter, will not suffer any harm in France. We will stifle all terrorist attacks. This is our duty.

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The 2nd arrondissement of Paris is one of the 20 arrondissements of Paris.

With the Paris Opera House as the central area, together with the Eighth and Ninth Districts, it constitutes the main commercial district of Paris and is the most intensive place for commercial activities in the city.

This is one of the several districts where the wealthy in France are mainly concentrated, and therefore, the Paris Stock Exchange and many bank headquarters are located here.

Under the night sky, several police cars flashed blue police lights, which looked particularly bright in the night.

When they arrived at the villa in the wealthy area, the few police officers sitting in the car breathed a sigh of relief, but also cursed those damned criminals in their hearts.

Yes, criminals.

Several black refugees from Zaire robbed Shen Jiannan, an internationally renowned philanthropist in broad daylight, and used illegal firearms to threaten Shen Jiannan's life, and were shot dead on the spot by his fellow bodyguards.

Harmful!

The truth of the matter who cares.

Anyway, that's what the leader and the newspaper said, for a few black bastards, robbery is a common occurrence.

But anyway, now it's finally fucking time to get off work.

Soon, the police car escorted the two cars to the entrance of a majestic villa. As the cars stopped, the leading sheriff hurried to the Rolls Royce in the middle.

The car window lowered slowly, and Shen Jiannan said to the police officer who was bending over and standing in front of the car window: Thank you Sergeant Jiyoma for escorting you all the way, you have worked hard.

Pierre Guiyoma said quickly: This is what I should do. Don't worry, Mr. Shen, I will arrange people to be on duty nearby, and I will definitely not let you be disturbed by those bastards.

Soon, Shen Jiannan took the people back to the villa.

Pierre Mesmer, president of Nambo Bank, was already sitting in the living room. When Shen Jiannan entered the door, he immediately said: Boss, the franc fell by 5% today. There are rumors in the market that you are planning to attack the franc. I doubt this Someone behind us is targeting us.