Chapter 414 Handed over to the country
"Brother, are you back?"
As soon as I returned to my room on the second floor, Vivian was waiting for me in the room in her pajamas.
Fang Xiang was suddenly speechless.
Originally, I just wanted to taste the goddess's flavor, and having her would be enough.
I didn't expect that she actually treated me as a mistress?
"I'm not feeling well today. You should go back first."
Fang wanted to walk into the house, but before he could do anything, Vivian started to help him take off his coat.
This is the case in Hong Kong Island. Due to the climate, the air conditioner has to be turned on almost all year round. If you don’t wear thicker clothes, you will easily catch a cold from the air-conditioned air that is so cold that it freezes your hands.
So Fang Xiang would wear an extra Zhongshan suit every time he went to Hong Kong Island.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to see a doctor?"
Vivian asked with concern after hanging her coat on the hanger.
But he didn't mention leaving at all.
"Just take a good sleep, and go back while it's still dark.
I want to be alone.”
Fang Xiang turned around and looked at Vivian, whose pajamas were as thin as gauze.
It was obvious that this woman had some ulterior motives.
And not only the pajamas were as thin as gauze, I even saw stockings...
Wow, these little tips...
"Okay, brother..."
Vivian looked aggrieved.
"Don't call me brother anymore. I'm almost old enough to be your father."
Fang Xiang looked at Vivian, who was just 20 years old, and felt a little uncomfortable with her tea-like voice.
She was speaking quite seriously yesterday, why is she so reserved today?
Was it because of that check?
But Fang Xiang was too lazy to use his brain on women.
He simply waved, then turned his back to her and began to unbutton his shirt.
Soon, the sound of Vivian changing clothes came from behind. When Fang wanted to change into his nightgown, pull open the quilt and prepare for a good sleep.
Vivian had already put on her windbreaker and was holding a bag in her hand, looking at him with some reluctance.
"Let's go back."
Fang wanted to know that as an actor, this kind of expression was just something he could do casually, and he would naturally not be soft-hearted.
Wave again.
"Remember to turn off the lights and close the door."
Seeing Vivian preparing to leave with reluctance on her face, Fang Xiang added another sentence.
"oh..."
Only then did Vivian become certain that Fang Xiang really didn't want her to stay.
I didn't ask stupid questions like what the relationship between the two was or whether they wanted to come tomorrow.
Asking this kind of question will definitely not lead to any good results.
No matter how stupid Vivian is, she knows that there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said.
Especially when facing Fang Xiang.
Only when he heard the door closing did Fang Xiang reach out and pinch his nose.
All that remains now is to wait for the capital control in London to end.
It’s just a matter of waiting for a few days, and no one knows what will happen now.
London has set a one-week capital review system for incoming and outgoing funds, but what if it is extended to half a month? Or to a month?
This time the FTSE index fell by nearly 700 points, and no one knows whether it will fall further tomorrow.
But 700 points means 7000 billion pounds will be wiped out.
Fang wanted to come in with 1300 billion US dollars and leave with 1600 billion US dollars, which means he would have made a profit of 300 billion.
It is estimated that the rest of the hot money added together would not exceed 150 billion.
In other words, the John Bull stock market fell more sharply than the North American stock market in just two days!
You have to know that in 87, 0.75 pounds was equivalent to 1 US dollar.
The British pound is worth more than the US dollar!
To put it in perspective, John Bull lost almost one trillion US dollars. Will they let this money go easily?
If John Bull had no control over the international securities accounts, they would have been thinking of eating up these trillions of funds, right?
Fang Xiang couldn't help but sneer.
Then I'll wait. A week is a week, a month is a month. It doesn't matter. It's already in my mouth. Do you want me to spit it out?
There are no doors!
The next step is how to deal with such a large amount of funds.
A week later, Zhongbeihai.
"What did you say? One hundred billion US dollars? Donate to the country?"
Mr. Xixian had just struck a match in his hand and was about to light a cigarette when he was startled by Fang Xiang's words.
The match in his hand almost burned his fingers before he reacted and quickly threw the match into the ashtray.
"Well, this is what I got from the North American, Benzi and John Bull stock markets.
With less than 30 billion in capital, he earned 130 billion, a total of 160 billion US dollars.
I am thinking that the country needs money for construction, so I am taking out some of it and giving it back to the people.”
Fang Xiang smiled and quickly took out a match from his pocket, struck it, and helped Mr. Xixian light his cigarette.
“Such a large amount of money... is no joke.
"Xiao Fang, I know your character, but you took out this huge amount of money just like that. Don't you regret it?"
After taking a puff of his cigarette, Mr. Xixian looked at Fang Xiang with burning eyes.
“What’s there to regret?
If the money had not been handed over to the state before, I might have made more money this time if I had brought more funds.
Moreover, without the support of the state, Great Wall Industrial would not be able to save this money. Even if the opportunity was in front of me, I would not be able to take advantage of it, right?
The country has given me so much support. As a child trained by the country, it is natural for me to contribute to the country."
Fang Xiang shook his hands, extinguished the match, and said with a smile.
"You... really are good at giving people surprises.
Fortunately, I have a big heart, otherwise I would be scared by you every now and then. . . "
Mr. Xixian took a long puff of his cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke.
His words and expression seemed to indicate a low level of emotional intelligence, but from the shape of his brows, it was clear that Mr. Xixian was a little unsure at the moment.
"As a red child born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze.
I grew up under the education and training of the country. What I eat, drink and use, is all the hard work of the people.
Later, when I went to university, Professor Xu, Professor Li and others taught me step by step.
Later, the country gave me trust, opportunities and support.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to achieve what I have now, right?
Therefore, the country should take this money!
I should also make this contribution.”
Fang wondered what Mr. Xixian was thinking about the chain reaction of accepting the money.
Then he continued with a smile.
"You are so selfless...
So what do you think about how to use this money?"
Seeing that Fang Xiang had already said this, Mr. Xixian naturally would not say anything to refuse.
Instead, he looked at Fang Xiang.
"How can I, as an individual, make irresponsible remarks about how the country uses its money?
As long as the country doesn’t think I’m paying too little, that’s fine.”
Fang thought clearly that this was the time to express one's stance and one must not express one's personal opinion.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be suspected of kidnapping the country?
He quickly waved his hands and shook his head.
"Um...
This way, there aren't any outsiders here at this moment anyway.
Let's just talk about our true feelings. Once we leave this door, no one will remember it.
how about it? "
How could Mr. Xixian believe it?
Fang Xiang has come a long way over the years and his achievements are obvious to all.
To say that he had no ideas? Mr. Xixian was the first to disbelieve it.
"Isn't this... inappropriate?
Forget it, I'm a technician, how can I have a say in national affairs? "
Fang Xiang chuckled and continued waving his hands.
How dare he show off his skills in front of Mr. Xixian?
“You kid, you have a lot on your mind.
All of you, step aside for a moment. I want to talk to Xiao Fang about what’s really on my mind.”
Mr. Xixian smiled with his lips pursed.
After looking around, he waved to the secretary, nurse and guard.
Soon, Fang Xiang and Mr. Xixian were the only ones left in the room.
"Can we talk now?"
Mr. Xixian took his last puff of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.
He pointed at Fang Xiang and asked with a smile.
