The British Pound, which once occupied the world's number one currency, has always been the most reliable currency in the gold standard system.

People know how much gold this bill represents when they hold a pound.

But since World War I, it has begun to cause the decline of the British pound, and it has been ups and downs in the past century. On the contrary, in the United States, which has rapidly flourished and developed after World War I, the rise of the US dollar has impacted the leading position of the British pound. Around the New Year, the EU introduced the euro, further shook the status of the British pound.

If Hiroji Watanabe thought about it himself, he could not imagine the decline of the pound, especially the business family understands the significance of the pound in the financial world. Many people even have a special liking for the pound, but he really imagines that the pound has fallen from the altar, and he can't even imagine that it will be!

After learning such news from Teresa, Hiroji Watanabe was still unsure and asked again: "Really?"

Teresa's lips raised a slightly raised smile and said lightly: "The opportunity is in front of you. You can wait, see, miss the best opportunity and then decide how much risk you take and how much profit you make."

Hiroji Watanabe lowered his head and pondered.

He struggled violently in his heart.

Now that the pound is rising, does he have the courage to oppose the world?

After a while, he looked up at Teresa and asked solemnly: "Madam Serena, can you guarantee the accuracy of this message? Will the European consortium and financial institutions boycott the pound?"

Teresa pretended to be displeased and said, "Hongji Watanabe, if you don't believe me, you can go and investigate it yourself. Let's see how many Asian companies use currency in transaction settlement. They buy goods in pounds, and sell goods in just euros. Why?"

Hiroji Watanabe suddenly realized that he had asked questions and annoyed the other party, so he thought about it and said, "Okay, Mrs. Serena, I remember your news, and I hope I can have a happy cooperation this time."

After saying that, Hiroji Watanabe was about to get up and leave, and the financial war had to be fought against time. No delay was allowed.

"There is another news that I gave to you. I wonder if you are interested in learning it?"

The moment when Hiroji Watanabe and Masako Sakai turned around, Teresa spoke again calmly. This made Hiroji Watanabe have to turn around and chuckled, "Since it is a gift, I certainly don't mind listening. Mrs. Serena's voice is comparable to the sound of nature, and I can never get tired of listening."

Teresa felt a sense of disgust in her heart, and she felt that the other party's flattery was disgusting.

But her expression was not strange, and her eyes were low and she spoke slowly: "Two years ago, the financial market of Bangzi was turbulent, and Mr. Hiroji Watanabe's father unfortunately passed away. Do you still remember this?"

"certainly!"

The father's grudges are irreconcilable. Even if there is no grudge, how could Hiroji Watanabe forget about his own father's death?

His expression, which had been gentle before, became suddenly solemn at this moment.

Teresa looked at Hiroji Watanabe indifferently and said, "That time of the financial market fluctuation, international financial speculators won a great victory in the first wave of sweeping. Like your father, he was preparing to buy at the bottom at the trough, but fell into a trap. Do you know who is the financial speculator behind the scenes?"

Hiroji Watanabe suddenly slapped his hands on the round table. He bent down and looked at Teresa with cold eyes, and said with his teeth: "Madam Serena, if you know, please tell me, even if you want money, you offer the offer."

On the day his father's funeral, he announced to the world that the financial speculators behind the scenes would pay the price.

Teresa seemed to be as motionless as a mountain. Even though the man in front of her became full of danger in an instant, she still said lightly: "I said I'll give it to you. You can investigate the history of making a fortune in Hongxin Group. Before their group was established, Fengya Group, Tenghua Group, Fengbao Group, and Hongxin Venture Capital, how much money they made in Bangzi Financial Market, haha."

Hiroji Watanabe stood up straight and closed his eyes to ponder. His previous cold expression became without any emotion.

The most popular financial institution in China in recent years is obviously Fengya Group, whether before or after it was included in Hongxin Group.

Hiroji Watanabe has paid attention to Hongxin Group, to be precise, Fengya Group. After all, it is a financial institution that China has maintained more than 50% in recent years. Even if it ranks in the world, Fengya Group has only a handful of annual profit rates. If they can maintain this momentum, they will be a legend that people talk about in a few years.

Hongxin Group!

Hiroji Watanabe breathed a long breath, opened his eyes, his expression was calm, but his tone seemed a little chilled.

"Madam Serena, thank you for your news, I will verify it."

After saying that, Hiroji Watanabe turned around and left, Sakai Masako hurriedly followed.

On the way to the car and drive away from the manor, Sakai Masako's beautiful face showed a hint of worry. He reminded Hiroji Watanabe who was sitting beside him, "Young Master Watanabe, the Hongxin Group is not simple. They have contact with the Chinese military. Matsuka Akira wanted to steal the secrets of the Hongxin Group, but the agents from the intelligence headquarters were wiped out. Don't be impulsive."

Hiroji Watanabe turned his head inexplicably to look at the worried woman, and suddenly sneered.

"why are you laughing?"

Sakai Masako was overwhelmed by the man's laughter.

Hiroji Watanabe stopped laughing, snorted coldly, and said, "Do you think I can *******? With such despicable means, even if everyone in the Hongxin Group is killed, what if I want to avenge my father, I will not hide my head and tail. I will make them pay the price. This will be a financial war, and it will be an epic in which I trampled China on behalf of the Japanese consortium! Killer? Agent? Hahaha, I laughed to death!"

While Sakai Masako relaxed, she was also full of admiration and admiration for the young future leader of the No. 1 Consortium of the Consortium of the Quanye Bank beside her!

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After Hiroji Watanabe and Masako Sakai left, Mike, who was looking at the gate of the manor, walked to the table and sat down, took a clean cup and poured a cup of tea, and like Bonton, his eyes were fixed on the sculpture where the little angel played the zither.

The graceful Teresa slowly stood up. In the amazement of Bonton and Mike, she made an action that both of them unexpectedly.

Teresa gently picked up the white chair she had sat on before, held the backrest and walked to the side of the sculpture. Suddenly, she held the chair with both hands and waved it towards the sculpture!

Bang!

The marble sculpture was hit and fell to the ground, with a snap.

The little angel's head fell off!

The accordion is broken!

"Don't you like it? I look pretty good."

Bonton and Mike didn't understand, they both knew Teresa had a hobby of collecting.

This manor is a decoration, and the decoration inside is very ordinary. It can only be said that furniture equipment is expensive, but it has no historical background. Teresa is in her real residence, which can be said to be an art museum!

There are rare cultural relics with a long history and artworks of famous masters.

Even if she doesn't like a work of art, she will still protect it.

Teresa put down the chair and sighed helplessly: "I like it very much. It would be great if it was really."

"Hmm? Fake?"

Mike and Bonton looked at each other, and Bonton asked, "No way? Japanese people fool you with fakes? He is a consortium master. How could he be so stingy?"

If they want to say that they are giving gifts, they will still suspect that the other party is Hiroji Watanabe, the heir of the consortium. They will never do such a fake gift and real gift. Wouldn't it be humiliated to be exposed?

Teresa spread her hands and said, "He said he bought it from a private collector. I guess it's true. He did pay a lot of money, probably less than millions of dollars, but it's either the collector deliberately sold him fake goods and cheated him of money, or the collector kept collecting fake goods! Anyway, it's a pity."

Of course she felt a pity.

If she could receive a genuine product, she would be excited and happy for at least a month.

Bonton and Mike knew it.

They also do a lot of fake art, and Teresa is doing the counterfeiting technology.

I don’t know how many wealthy collectors in the world offer fakes as ancestors…

"You didn't check it, just took a few glances and judged it was a fake?"

Mike looked at the little angel's head that was tilted on the ground, and was still worried that Teresa had taken a look. If she smashed the authentic product, she would be crying without tears.

Teresa sat down again and asked a strange topic.

"Do you know how to tell the male and female of a newborn chick?"

Mike was good at running on the ground, flying in the sky, and rushing in the sea. He could tell all the knowledge about cars, planes, submarines, and even rockets, but he was confused about this question, so he turned his attention to Bonton.

"Don't look at me! I don't understand either. Chickens don't look like humans, men and women can tell at first glance!"

Bonton looked away from other places. He, a special forces soldier, had never studied the method of distinguishing the gender of a chicken.

But he knew that when the chick was born, it was almost the same as the male and female.

The two men sighed at the same time, and found Teresa looking at them with a smile, so Mike urged: "Just say whatever you want."

Teresa's eyes rolled and said with a smile: "The Japanese people have invented a method to distinguish male and female chickens from each other and manage them separately. They need a profession. This profession is called an identification officer. When they train an identification officer, they do this. First, let the identification officer observe a chicken, and then let the identification officer identify the male and female chickens. If they answer correctly, they stand on the left and wrongly stand on the right. They repeat this method every day. After a period of time, more than 90% of the identification officers are almost sure at a glance when judging male and female chickens. However, if you ask these people, they cannot answer the judgment based on what reasons they make."

"This is not too magical. Some industries work like this. Over time, I have instinctive empirical judgments without realizing it. And the accuracy is very high. I can judge the speed and horsepower almost at the same time just by listening to the sound of the engine. I may not be able to tell why. "

Mike thought about it and the story Teresa told was not a bizarre one.

Bonton touched his chin, looked at the fragments of the sculpture on the ground thoughtfully, and then asked Teresa: "So, you just judged it by your intuition that this is a fake?"

"This is not intuition, it is experience. I was a little surprised when I saw it at first, but soon, the lines of the sculpture made me feel uncomfortable and awkward. I could tell that this was a fake."

Since Teresa said so, Bonton and Mike stopped asking.

He specializes in his profession, and Teresa has a say in this field than them. After all, they have seen Teresa's style of forging masterpieces with his own eyes.

Teresa took a sip of tea and sighed quietly.

The tea, which was originally very fragrant, is now a little bitter.

I remembered the artworks she had visited in the collection rooms of countless collectors, and focused on studying Tovalson's works and witnessing other similar works with her own eyes. However, I didn't expect that today I smashed a fake with extremely high simulation.

If it were true, then life would be so beautiful. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!