Wall Street, the headquarters of Blackstone Capital.

In a spacious conference room, several white men were gathering together to discuss several pieces of Chinese news on the big screen.

"So, are the Chinese officials really planning to use fiscal funds to subsidize their Chinese-owned enterprises? Are they planning to be tough with us to the end?"

"It looks like this...Robert, your previous contact in China, was he also arrested?"

"I don't know, but I did lose contact with him today. But it is no longer important. Now that the Chinese official has released the news, his information is no longer important."

The man who was leaning on the chair and called Robert said arrogantly.

"Are you sure this is his message?"

The man opposite asked with some suspicion.

"Only this. It's probably because the information he leaked was discovered by Chinese officials, so they arrested him and simply disclosed the information in advance."

"You don't understand China's stock market, so you don't understand how much impact such policy news has on the market. You know, the market there is not a completely free market, and they don't even allow t0 trading!"

"Therefore, the factor that disturbs the market the most is not the operating conditions of any company, let alone the emotions of traders, but official policies."

At this point, he sighed.

"What a pity. This is indeed an excellent opportunity. If that stupid Liu Xiao can give us the information in advance, we will definitely make a lot of money."

"After reading this news, I just checked the relevant stocks. Do you know what I found? That son of a bitch Liu Xiao has actually done it himself! He shorted the shares of Huaxin Group!

"

"It's so hopelessly stupid. How could the authorities not detect such an obvious low-sucking move..."

Everyone in the conference room nodded together, and one of the men said with emotion:

"It looks like we missed out on billions of dollars in revenue..."

However, before he finished speaking, Robert immediately interrupted:

"On the contrary, there is a better opportunity before us now: shorting."

"Short?"

the man asked in surprise.

"But, you just said that this policy will make the stock market soar..."

"That's true, but the stock market will eventually return to normal logic. Once Huaxin International really purchases Yinglong EDA, our rejection list will immediately put them in a desperate situation."

"Is there anyone in this world who can confront our country?"

"Either economically or militarily, is there any?"

"Chinese officials are very determined this time, but their determination has limits... Facing huge economic losses, they can't stand any chance. It won't be long before the initial bonus period of the policy has passed.

After that, Huaxin International's stock price will plummet, and even the entire stock market will fall with it."

"This is the time for us to make money... Believe me, believe in our free country, God will let us make money."

After hearing Robert's words, everyone in the conference room became excited.

However, they also face a problem, that is, China's stock market does not have a short-selling mechanism, and they cannot make profits through short-selling.

"What to do? Find a private agency?"

Robert smiled confidently and replied:

"Although China's official government does not have a short-selling mechanism, I know that some of their institutions are not so conscientious... They will sell us the chips in their hands. This is no different from short-selling, or in other words,

This is gambling."

"It's just that this time the bet is between our country and their country. As for who wins and who loses, don't you still have an answer in your heart?"

Everyone laughed, as they seemed to see money waving to them.

yes.

The powerful Chou country, who can be its opponent in this world?

However, what they don't know is that in the face of absolute technical strength, all their plans will come to nothing.

However, at this moment, they who want to cut off the leeks of China's stock investors have not yet realized that they are actually the leeks...

...

In a small building in the imperial capital, a secretary wearing a Chinese tunic suit delivered a document into a small conference room.

"Leader, the latest note received from the ugly country, they sent us an invitation to negotiate on the issue of the previous rejection list."

The man, whose hair had turned all white but still strong, sat down from the wicker chair and asked curiously:

"Oh? Do they want to let go? Are there any preconditions?"

"There are conditions. The first is to relax restrictions on importing soybeans and corn from them; the second is to reduce import tariffs on technology products, automobiles, and large machinery; the third is to liberalize foreign investment that we have passed.

Access restrictions.”

"Each one is more arrogant than the other... But what they really want to achieve is probably just the first condition, right? What follows is just a bargaining chip."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Leader, I think so too. But I think there is no possibility of even making concessions on the first one. The issue of food security is related to the livelihood of the Chinese people and cannot be compromised."

The man nodded and pointed to the empty tea cup. The secretary immediately took the cup to the drinking fountain and filled it with boiling water for him.

After taking a sip, the man said:

"What you said is right. There is no need to negotiate these three conditions - and there is no need to do so. It's ridiculous. They thought he had the advantage, but they didn't know that we had already laid thousands of ambushes, waiting for them.

When self-produced lithography machines come out, it’s time for them to bow their heads.”

The secretary smiled in agreement, and then asked:

"Leader, according to your wishes, we should directly reject this note and not talk to them?"

The man shook his head.

"Talk! Why not talk! Beating children on a rainy day is just idle time. The comrades down below are very busy at work and under a lot of pressure. We can share more with them if we can."

"As long as we support the enemy in negotiations, the enemy will not be so quick to doubt our purpose."

"In this way, we can not only buy time for our comrades, but also pave the way for subsequent negotiations."

"Understood."

The secretary handed over the document and asked the man to sign it, then continued:

"I'll go make arrangements right away. I'll discuss the follow-up negotiation schedule with you again."

"Okay, let's go."

The man lay back on the wicker chair again. At this time, the sunlight happened to shine in through the window, quietly shining on his body.

Looking out the window, the palaces stood silently in the sunset as they had for hundreds of years.

It's like the afterglow of an empire.

However, before the man could feel sad, a sharp whistle sounded.

He stood up, and not far away, a group of tall and straight guards were walking past with solid steps.

With a touch of red on their shoulders, these people walked resolutely towards the gradually darkening night.
Chapter completed!