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At ten o'clock in the morning, at the booth of the cafe, the three Jianjian three had arrived. A few minutes later, Mr. Yang walked in with a hangover on his face, and the three hurried to greet him.

"Mr. Yang, you have a cup of coffee first and go to get rid of the alcohol. President Li will be there in a while."

"Sit down quickly."

Mr. Yang sat down and looked around, and he could see that he was a little uneasy, and he obviously didn't trust the Jianjian three.

Lu Feng parked the car at the door and stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a light blue suit and looked very delicate, with black-rimmed glasses stuck on his face and a business watch on his wrist. , but full of business style.

Stepping into the coffee shop, after a glance, there is only one table of them in the entire coffee shop.

"Mr. Li is here!" screamed sharply.

Mr. Yang raised his head and looked at the door. When he saw that Lu Feng was so temperamental, his whole person was so out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if a person of color had entered a black and white world.

He was a little more at ease, at least not the kind of person who looked like a scam at first glance. This kind of outfit and temperament were not found in ordinary people.

"Let me introduce you, this is President Yang." Yuanyuan said first: "This is President Li, a returnee."

"Hello, I'm the Marketing Director of Goldman Sachs Investment. My name is Li Nianzu." Lu Feng introduced himself.

"Hello, hello." Mr. Yang stretched out his hand and shook it, and said, "I'm the general manager of Tianyun Logistics. My name is Yang Tianchi. They told me about it yesterday, but I don't understand it very well."

"Please sit down, let me give you a brief introduction. I am an overseas Chinese and work in Goldman Sachs investment. Due to my race, I was sent back to China to develop the investment market here. stocks, and has a very large data grasp on currency exchange rates and commodity trade.”

While talking, Lu Feng took out a stack of paper from his bag, with various patterns printed on it.

"Our company raises funds around the world, and conducts tens of millions of transactions every day. Whether it is the stock market, funds, or foreign exchange, it requires a lot of capital to leverage. With guaranteed funds, we can obtain considerable income."

"The most important thing is that we have underground bank transactions, and we can get the latest data as soon as possible. Compared with retail investors, we are more professional. You should also know the huge profits in this area. How much money we make is our business, but we can give you a fixed interest rate point,

Fifteen percent. "

"One day?" Mr. Yang still couldn't believe it. Fifteen percent a day, the speed at which money came in, made bank robbers jealous when he saw it!

"Yes, this is the recent market. It was as high as 24% some time ago. The market fluctuates greatly, so I don't need to explain too much."

"I know, every second is trading!" Mr. Yang nodded.

"How much did you invest?"

"I don't have much on hand for the time being, so I'll put in 10,000 first." Mr. Yang took out a wad of money from his pocket as he spoke.

"Why only 10,000?" Jianjian said a little disappointed.

"Don't you have a gap of 700,000 yuan? If you invest a few million, don't you plug the hole?"

As soon as the three urged, Mr. Yang instantly became suspicious, and he immediately put his hand on the money. Lu Feng secretly scolded the three for bad things, and said, "How much to invest is the customer's choice, you just take the commission, Yang Don't listen to them, they are taking money, of course they hope to exploit more."

President Yang smiled, feeling that Lu Feng was right, and his expression relaxed a bit.

"Let's sign a contract, this is a fund escrow agreement, it's like this, because the money has to go internationally, and now the investigation is very strict, that is, our relationship is hard, and we quietly go to Citibank in Xiangjiang. , and then transfer to the United States to record, so we can only sign this kind of contract, but you can rest assured that there will be no less."

Lu Feng introduced.

This is a standard fund escrow contract. The content of the contract is that Yang Tianchi will hand over 10,000 yuan to a company called Tianqi Technology in Shenzhen for custody for a period of not less than 30 days and not more than 90 days. During this period No interest rate charges are incurred.

And the company has the absolute right to use the funds, which can be used for any purpose without any explanation to the entrusting party.

Mr. Yang frowned when he saw the contract. He read the contract over and over several times, and saw two words between the lines, robbery!

"Fund transfer, it must be written like this. In fact, this contract is just a form. We must ask for your authorization. I hope you can understand that we will open up the channel as soon as possible." Lu Feng said sincerely.

Mr. Yang looked at the contract, and the two villains were fighting in his heart. The rational villain told him that this contract could not be signed, and signing it was equivalent to losing money. Another villain said, you have reached this point, always It's better than mortgaging your own property to fill the hole.

Take a gamble!

It’s only 10,000 yuan, and if it’s gone, it’s gone. What if it’s true?

Seeing that he was hesitating, Lu Feng kept talking about how his company was doing, and kept giving him hints, using Goldman Sachs as his backing, and using Gao Huili to lure him.

This contract is actually the thunder planted by Lu Feng. He must make these people believe him unconditionally, and finally sign a huge number on this contract.

President Yang took a deep breath, and for a moment seemed to make up his mind, took the contract and signed his name.

"And here, also sign the word, and press the handprint here!"

A few minutes later, the contract was settled. Lu Feng stretched out his hand to hold Mr. Yang's hand and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate. You are welcome to participate in Goldman Sachs Investment, the world's largest investment feast. Come, let's have a toast!"

Ten minutes later, President Yang left, and Lu Feng looked at the three of them and said, "Thank you, I finally signed an order, which is a very good start."

"Then we..."

"After the income is generated tomorrow, I will give you points as soon as possible."

"This Mr. Yang is really, he looks very rich, but I didn't expect to be so poor!"

"Yeah, I thought I could invest a few million, ten million."

The three of them murmured in disgust. Lu Feng looked at the three of them and smiled without saying a word. He thought to himself, how many millions? Don't take money for money!

..........

It was almost noon when Mr. Yang returned to the freight yard. As soon as he entered the office, he saw seven or eight people sitting. These people were also old acquaintances.

"Old Yang, what's the matter?"

"Drinking numb last night? Go, go out and drink some more?"

"How about the Golden Palace at night?"

"Tonight I heard that it was Mr. He who invited guests. Damn, he can afford it, but I can't afford it. Those sluts inside are really fucking expensive!"

"It's still a waste of the body."

"Hahahahaha!"

"It doesn't matter if you have money or not, can you still suffer a loss with Mr. Xu?"

Yang Tianchi looked at these people laughing and giggling, but he couldn't lift his mood. These people either had something to do with Mr. Xu in the industry, or they were general managers in Mr. Xu's company. Everyone was on the same level.

Someone found that President Yang was in a bad mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is something wrong with the funds." Yang Tianchi sat down, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit one, and took a sip: "Hongyun that bastard doesn't follow the rules."

"He moved your money?"

Yang Tianchi nodded, his face was wrinkled, it was impossible not to worry about people.

"How much money was moved here? Why haven't I heard you say that if this is found by the head office's financial affairs, will it be sentenced?"

"One million, I'll come back with 300,000." Yang Tianchi took a sharp puff of his cigarette and said, "I just wanted to earn some tolls for crossing the bridge, but I didn't expect, damn, the bridge collapsed."

"Mr. Yang, I've been quite nervous recently."

"My wife is in charge of all my money."

"Isn't my father-in-law in a car accident some time ago, and I spent a lot of money in hospital."

Yang Tianchi looked at all these arrogant and bragging bosses who were happy to eat and drink on weekdays. He felt a chill in his heart, and squeezed out a smile and said, "I don't need you, I have found a way out."

"What's the way out?"

"I know someone from Wall Street who is very profitable in the stock market, funds, foreign exchange, etc." Yang Tianchi said in a muffled voice.

"Which Street is Wall Street?"

"Wall Street is the street in the United States, the financial street, and Goldman Sachs is not that company."

"The United States? President Yang, you won't be deceived, will you?"

Yang Tianchi's face became even more bitter, and he squeezed out a few folds. He came out of the coffee shop and walked this way. He felt that he must have been deceived, but there was such a glimmer of hope in his heart. Is there really a miracle in this world?

What if?

"I didn't invest much, just 10,000 yuan, and the income per day is 15%. I don't think that person is a liar." President Yang raised his head and looked at the crowd.

Everyone stared at him, showing a bit of pity in their expressions. Some people wanted to persuade him, but opened their mouths and felt that there was no need to speak.

"Forget it, let's have a drink and go."

"Come on, I'll treat you!"

Everyone went out and drove straight to the restaurant. When they were eating, everyone was running on Yang Tianchi inside and out, saying that he was in a panic and went to the doctor and lost his head. The money was definitely cheated.

What's more, he said on the spot that if he could get the money tomorrow, he would walk head down.

............

When Lu Feng left in the morning, he instructed the hotel to deliver today's newspaper to the room, returned to the room, threw the documents on the table, and picked up today's newspaper.

The chairman of Jiafeng Electronics disappeared in our city and was rumored to owe hundreds of millions of dollars.

Changhong Electronics' rival, the chairman of Wepuda, is missing. The company owes huge debts and mortgages the machines to survive.

Lu Feng looked through several reports, but there was not much expression on his face. These reports were written in general, and he didn't know much about Jiafeng Electronics.

Putting down the newspaper, Lu Feng sat in his chair and pondered. It has already been widely reported here. It is estimated that the Jiangsu side has completely fried the pot.

He originally wanted to give Zhang Fengxia a call. This kind of sudden crisis especially tests the emergency response ability of a manager, but then he thought about how to help her with everything, when will she grow up.

This time is also a test. As for the damage to the market caused by such a wide range of reports, Lu Feng really doesn't care. If he can't handle it this time, Jiafeng Electronics will also be dead.

A person who is about to die, will he still think about his chronic disease?

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