Chapter 1148: Asking Daqin International to Save the Market
Inside the Presidential Office in the Green House of South Korea.
Watch the market trend change from red to green and start to rise.
Song Renqian let out a long sigh.
After this series of operations, we lived up to our expectations and finally revitalized the market.
He sat down on the sofa in the room without caring that this room was Jin Xinyue's office.
Song Renqian crossed his legs and stretched out his right index and middle fingers.
The secretary next to him immediately placed a cigar between his two fingers and lit it.
After puffing away at the smoke, Song Renqian asked.
“What is the current market funding situation?”
The subordinate from the Ministry of Finance next to him spoke to Song Renqian while holding a tablet.
"Sir, after the president's televised speech, young people in South Korea began to rush into the stock market. According to big data calculations, 75% of the nation's net assets have been transferred in. Moreover, the trend is still rising, and the speed of increase is amazing!"
Upon hearing this, Song Renqian nodded silently.
As long as these people contribute all their money, the nine chaebols will be able to escape from their predicament and get a respite.
"Is there any movement from Daqin International? Is there any trouble going on? Any negative news like withdrawing investment?"
"No, Daqin International has been very quiet."
"Haha, they are smart. A small Chinese company dares to make some noise at this time. I will punish them to death!"
As he spoke, Song Renqian took a puff of his cigar, then stood up and walked in front of Jin Xinyue.
He spit the cigar smoke in front of Jin Xinyue.
"You old man, did you see that? This is my ability! The ability to bring the dead back to life! The ability to turn a doomed situation around!"
Jin Xinyue did not respond, but said, "I have done what you said. You can now withdraw the order and ask the agents to stop the action!"
Song Renqian chuckled, stretched out his index finger and poked Jin Xinyue's head.
"Shit... You, you've been sitting in this position for too long and your mind is muddled. Your wife is my most important bargaining chip! Of course I have to hold her in my hands to feel at ease!"
"You..." Jin Xinyue was so angry that she wanted to get up from her chair, but Song Renqian pushed her back to the chair.
"Hey, hey, hey... don't move. If you move me, I'll move your wife."
"You are such a despicable bastard!!!"
“Hahahahaha, despicable and shameless? How many people in this room are not despicable and shameless? Who can climb to this position without being despicable and shameless!”
Song Renqian mocked everyone in the room.
But no one in the room dared to refute him.
Behind him are nine big chaebols, and behind the nine big chaebols are Americans!
Today, Song Renqian can be said to be the actual controller of the Green House, and his words are imperial edicts.
Song Renqian continued, "Send a letter to Great Britain, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, and India. Tell them that I will visit these four countries on your behalf. Shit... we must bring back the investment funds from these four countries!"
Although Jin Xinyue was angry, he could do nothing about it.
He took a deep breath and prepared to have someone draft the relevant matters.
Immediately afterwards, Song Renqian opened Jin Xinyue's drawer himself.
He took out an old black Sanxin E1200 mobile phone from inside.
Seeing this, Jin Xinyue asked in a vigilant tone, "What do you want to do now?"
"Call Daqin International."
"Daqin International? What for?"
"Haha, of course let them save the market!"
"Do you think the people of Daqin International are fools? Even if the Koreans could be fooled by you, how could Daqin International be fooled by you?"
"Haha, who said I was going to lie to them? I was going to threaten them!"
"threaten?"
"Yes! If they don't rescue the market, you can have people check their accounts and construction sites until they can no longer support themselves! Jin Xinyue, you must have used this trick a lot when you first came to power..."
Jin Xinyue, who is an accountant by profession, is naturally familiar with this.
As long as it is a business, it doesn’t matter whether it has problems or not.
As soon as the accounts are checked, there will be chaos and at least a lot of trouble.
Just as the two were confronting each other.
Suddenly, someone in the house yelled.
"Shit!!!!"
When Song Renqian heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
In this house, I am the only one who can call Xiba son now.
He looked around and shouted angrily, "Who yelled bastard! Who yelled bastard!!!"
Everyone looked at the subordinate behind Song Renqian who was holding a tablet computer.
Seeing this, Song Renqian went up to his subordinate and slapped him twice without saying a word.
"Shit! Is that something you can yell?! What qualifications do you have to yell shit in front of me?!! What are you yelling shit for?"
The subordinate was so shocked by the slaps Song Renqian gave him.
I was in a daze for a moment and didn't have time to answer.
Seeing this, Song Renqian felt that his prestige was being trampled upon by his subordinates.
Then he kicked the other person again.
He didn't stop until he kicked the other person to the ground.
The subordinate came to his senses only after being kicked over.
He endured the pain and said aggrievedly, "Sir... I... something... has happened!!!"
The subordinate held the tablet in his hand and spoke to Song Renqian.
He took the tablet and looked at it, and suddenly his breathing stopped.
All I saw was the market, which was originally all green, and the index, which was booming.
Suddenly, there was a cliff-like drop.
This kind of drop is unprecedented, even more terrifying than the first circuit breaker.
Just as Song Renqian was staring at the screen.
The time-sharing line on the screen suddenly jumped down again...
Song Renqian just felt his head buzzing.
He is in charge of finance and understands economics.
There is only one possible scenario for the current fall.
That is, the South Korean stock market index once again triggered the condition of "a decline of more than 8% for 1 minute", triggering the circuit breaker mechanism.
Song Renqian was completely dumbfounded.
He dropped the tablet, grabbed his subordinate by the collar and questioned.
"What happened!!! What on earth happened!!!"
“Twitter…Twitter…”
While shouting, the subordinate crawled to pick up the tablet, and then handed the video that had been wildly reposted and circulated hundreds of millions of times on the Internet to Song Renqian to watch.
At the same time, other people in the room also took out their phones and went on Twitter.
After a moment, the entire presidential office fell silent, and everyone's face was filled with shock.
Song Renqian's face was full of disbelief and he rushed to Jin Xinyue.
I was about to ask him why such a big thing had happened but he didn't know about it.
But before Song Renqian could get close to Jin Xinyue.
Just hear a bang.
Jin Xinyue, who had been timid just now, suddenly raised her hand and shot Song Renqian.
This shot hit him directly between the eyebrows.
Jin Xinyue looked coldly at everyone in the room, and slowly put the pistol in his hand on the table.
In his left hand, he was holding an old black Sanxin E1200 mobile phone.
At this moment, a short message appeared on the phone screen, with four words on it...
