Chapter 767: : options
Hester Theodore sent Boss Tang's advice to the consortium's internal mail for everyone to receive.
But some people believe it, and some people think it's nonsense.
At any time, capital will never be absent, because the Nikkei index is rising every minute. Many financial experts have said that Japan's futures market is enough to satisfy anyone's appetite.
Behind this financial predators are waiting to collect money.
At this time, let me say, if you have goods, throw them away quickly, or you will lose all your money. This is a bad word, and you are already cursing when you are so angry.
The Consortium mainly recruits elites from a certain industry, and Clapham Hubert is one of them. He is a Wall Street financial trader.
He started a company by himself, mainly helping people operate, and earning some commissions himself. His clients include many bigwigs, such as Yahoo, Oracle, Microsoft, etc., and he himself is in a certain circle.
So when Yahoo founder Yang Zhiyuan invited him to join the membership, he agreed, but he didn't know that he was actually just a member at the bottom of the consortium. The layer where the knife is located.
But the benefits brought to him by joining are obvious. Under the care of the consortium, his business has increased significantly, and the monthly commission has reached a maximum of more than 8 million US dollars.
This was already his entire year's profit in 1991, and now he has spent just over three months.
He was a little flustered.
But what he likes most is holding coffee every day, sitting in front of the computer, listening to soothing music in the office, and thinking about what he should do next.
When he turned on the computer, he clicked on a file that said "The", read it word by word, and slowly frowned.
"Will the Nikkei index plummet? Will the futures market collapse?" Clapham Hubert's face was ugly. You know, he just recommended Japanese futures to his users. At this time, wouldn't this happen to him?
Clapham Hubert believes in his own judgment even more. He is an adult with full cognitive ability, and his professionalism tells him that this is nonsense!
So far the market is "clean" and smells like dollars. Now it's a money grabbing contest, let yourself quit?
"Idiot." Clapham Hubert cursed with a smile, and then closed the mailbox. He didn't believe a word at all.
He blew on the coffee, took a sip, turned up the music on the side louder, and hummed along with him. I just hope... he will still be in the mood to hum in ten days.
Hester Theodore sold all the Japanese futures under Tang Dao's name, which also made millions of dollars, when he reported to the boss.
Tang Dao was very satisfied, he sat on the teacher's chair and swayed, holding a book and reading it with relish, his girlfriend went shopping, and he had a rare quiet time.
"You take 500,000, and you let them divide the rest of the money among the bodyguards, and give you bonuses in advance." Tang Dao said.
The little angel next to him also had a happy face. They are all paid, and they like to meet a boss like this, who will give a bonus from time to time. If so much money, if it is divided, he can at least divide more than 600,000 US dollars !
Another small mansion in the outskirts of Washington has been acquired. He originally preferred to save money, but the boss said that in the future, the holidays in first-tier cities will appreciate in value. He asked him to go to Rabbit’s to buy it. He spent more than 300,000 U.S. dollars. I bought a small courtyard house in the capital. I heard that it was the house of some father-in-law. This father-in-law must be a very big official.
"Thank you boss." The little angel said.
Tang Dao rolled his eyes, put his feet on the ground, let himself stabilize his body, and threw the book on the coffee table casually, "Yeltsin called again, my head was about to be blown up by this guy, planned How's it going?"
"Mister plans to start buying people from the inside, and then sneak in and behead them according to the plan!" Hester Theodore said.
"Get it done as soon as possible." Tang Dao said, and just as he stood up, the system voice that was about to rust in his head broke out again.
[Assassination: Dudayev is a villain, you who are righteous need to carry out the so-called assassination plan, killing this peace-breaking **** will specify a reward in the system. 】
[1. An aircraft within 20 years. 】
[2. A combat unit that existed in a game or a novel (not a supernatural power)]
[3. The monthly sales of a project within the specified company increase by 10%].
…
This reward can be said to be rich, and one of them is enough to make people salivate. In twenty years, it will be the era of rabbits catching up. Is there something that can be brought out?
Now, there is one more reason for Dudayev's death.
"Let Mister handle it. He is an expert in this matter." Tang Dao looked at the clock on the wall and touched his stomach, "Go, it's time for lunch again."
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Grozny.
Avenue One!
The name was changed, and it was originally called Prometheus Street, but one day Dudayev didn’t like it, thinking it was a bad name, so he just said Avenue 1, which is also a mainstream street, mainly a commercial street.
Originally, there were still a lot of people on this street, but now even the stray dogs are hungry and skinny, lying in the trash cans looking for food, but they don't even have a bone.
Suddenly, the stray dog stopped, sniffed the air with its nose, and then got down from the trash can, baring its teeth and growling to the right.
Not far away, I saw a tall man wearing a windbreaker~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wearing a hat, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly, with his hands in his pockets, the whole street should be him The most beautiful.
He stopped tens of meters away from the dog, turned his head to a nearby cafe, and walked in.
"Sir, we are closed today, sorry." There was a young guy inside, leaning against the bar with a rag beside him. He was obviously wiping the stains just now, and now he was just taking a rest.
"I want to ask, is the boss there?" The man in the windbreaker spoke very pure Russian, and the young man blinked, "He's not here, I think he should be sleeping, sir."
The man in the windbreaker knocked on the table, "Bring me a bottle of vodka."
The young man wanted to shake his head, but the other party took out a $50 bill and put it on the table, "The extra is a tip."
This sentence was very destructive, the young man stopped talking for a while, asked the other party to find a place to sit first, wiped the table attentively, and took a bottle of vodka, "Sir, do you need any more services?"
"Call your boss for me and tell him that his friend is looking for him," the guest said.
friend?
The boss with the hairy chest and the alcoholic with friends?
But it’s the uncle who has money. If you give me money, my younger sister will call me.
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