Seeing Tengma Junyang in a daze, Ye Fan slapped him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink. We've made a lot of money this time, let's go out and relax!"
"Mr. Ye, the real speculators this time are not us!" Fujima Junyang hesitated for a while and confided the matter to Ye Fan.
After Ye Fan heard this, he was stunned from ear to ear, "You mean, other asset tycoons snatched away the fruits of victory?"
"Not bad!" Fujima Junyang nodded, "Actually, we lost."
Ye Fan thought for a while and smiled again: "Haha, we didn't lose."
"Huh?" Fujima Junyang was stunned, "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this?"
"Report to Tengzhen Shenshu!" Ye Fan touched his chin, "Anyway, the ten major industries headed by the Suwu family are about to change hands, and your father just took advantage of these opportunities to seize the power from their hands.
If those people wait until they join the Foreign Enterprises Association, I'm afraid even the Toma family's industry will be implicated!"
"Well!" Fujima Junyang thought deeply, "My father must make complete preparations in advance!"
At that moment, Fujima Junyang called Fujima Shenshu.
Recently, the Tengzhen Divine Tree has also been very afraid.
Although the other party is targeting the Suwu family and its affiliated groups, they are still trying to take advantage of the Foreign Enterprises Association.
He initially helped, but when he saw that the other party had spent hundreds of billions, which was more than the combined assets of the foreign enterprise associations he controlled, how could he do this?
Therefore, he could only hide behind fearfully, not daring to breathe, hoping that the other party was deliberately targeting the Suwu family.
Fortunately, as the stock market war gradually subsided, the wealthy people seemed to have no intention of touching him.
Some people began to contact the Foreign Enterprises Association, hoping that they could make preparations to convert the shares they acquired from virtual to real.
Fujima Nagao did not dare to neglect and quickly asked people to arrange the work.
He has investigated and found that these people are members of the Wenzhou Business Association. There must be dozens of members in total, and all of them are tens of billions.
With this force gathered together, let alone the Suwu Group, even if all the industries of the entire Foreign Enterprises Association were added together, it would only be enough to be on par with them.
The most frightening thing is that these Wenzhou people hold cash, while most of the foreign enterprise associations are in the industry, and their working capital is less than one-third of the other party's. How can they fight this?!
Now, the Suwu Group and its ten major affiliated groups are already dead bones in the grave, and the other party can do whatever they want.
From virtual to real, the industrial output value that can be recovered is at least more than 400 billion by relying on the loss of thousands of billions.
In other words, after they dump their shares, Suwu Group will transfer more than 400 billion in industry to those Wenzhou people.
However, when Fujima Nagao heard that his son had started the stock market war, his entire mind went blank.
He rarely got angry with Fujima Junyang and scolded his son bloody on the phone.
Fujima Junyang didn't explain too much. After Fujima Nagao finished venting, he said that Ye Fan was also involved.
Fujima Nagao was stunned again, then lowered his voice and whispered privately to Fujima Junyo for a while.
Five minutes later, Fujima Junyang hung up the phone, turned to Ye Fan and said, "Brother Ye, my father also wants to see you, let's go there together."
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded and smiled, "Just in time, I have something to discuss with your father."
In Fujima Junyang's business war, Ye Fan's role is definitely more important than his.
He used 15 billion in savings and made nearly 20 billion out of it. Incidentally, Suwu Group and the top ten companies suffered losses of more than 10 billion.
After that, he immediately retreated, and Shangguan Liuyun officially took over, leaving the Suwu Group in a state of disarray.
But no one knew that these things were actually led by Ye Fan, not even Fujima Junyang.
After all, Ye Fan is just the chairman of a catering chain company with a net worth of more than one billion in the market. Who would have thought that he still has 50 billion in liquidity and can also attract Shangguan Liuyun to enter the stock market.
Of course, these things cannot be told to the outside world, and Ye Fan must rot in his stomach for the rest of his life.
Fujima Nagao lives in the Shanjue Villa area in Binhai Xiangpu District.
Because they were drunk, they took a taxi to the Shanjue villa area without driving.
Fujima Shunyang has not dared to go anywhere recently, even to the Foreign Enterprises Association, he has not shown much of his presence.
He was the one who started this incident, and Matsushita Shenshu must have reported it to Sugo Nariaki.
He is not a fool, and there is no way he could hide such a thing.
However, after such a long time, Sugo Nariaki did not come to trouble Fujima Shunyang.
It is estimated that he has been working hard to reverse the decline of the stock market recently. Otherwise, it is still unknown whether Fujima Junyang can sit here intact.
When the two of them entered the villa area at the last mountain crossing, a row of high-beam lights suddenly came from the opposite direction, making the taxi driver break into a cold sweat and quickly hit the brakes.
It turned out that several cars blocked their path.
The taxi driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled, "It's great to be rich. If you put up a bird lantern here at night, you won't die!"
At this time, several tall figures came out of the bright light.
The leader was a big man in ethnic minority clothes. His hair was very long and a striking scar extended from his forehead to his neck. He looked very scary.
The big man walked up to the taxi and patted his face gently, "Brother, there is something to do here. If you don't want to die, get out!"
When the driver saw that this group of people had come with bad intentions, he was trembling in his heart and muttered, "That's... it's amazing, I... I'll just leave, no matter how bad it is!"
With that said, the driver turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, the big man reached in, grabbed the steering wheel, grinned at Fujima Junyang in the back seat, ignored Ye Fan beside him, and said to himself: "Mr. Fujima, someone wants to see you, come with us."
"Who are you?" Fujima Junyang frowned secretly, already thinking about what this group of people was planning to do, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
However, Ye Fan looked calm next to him, as if nothing had happened, and he suddenly felt confident.
"Sorry, I still have something to do. Your boss wants to see me. Ask him to come to the Foreign Enterprises Association tomorrow!"
A sharp dagger appeared in the big man's hand, and he gently leaned against the driver's neck, "Mr. Fujima, you don't want to hurt innocent people, right?"
The driver was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat and begged with a cry: "Hey, big brother, it's none of my business...it's none of my business. You must...don't mess around."
Immediately, he turned his head slightly and said bitterly to Fujima Junyang: "Sir, they...are looking for you, I...I beg you, I'm running away this time in vain, please get down quickly!"
"I don't..." Fujima Junyang was about to refuse when Ye Fan suddenly opened the car door.
"Brother Taxi, please leave first. I will handle this matter myself. You don't need to call the police."
Ye Fan threw a hundred yuan to the driver and walked away slowly.
Upon seeing this, Fujima Junyang quickly followed Ye Fan.
The taxi driver responded politely, nodded his head, and ran away, fearing that the other party would chase him.
The big man looked at the taxi going away, and then at Ye Fan who was standing in front of Fujima Junyang, and laughed and said: "Boy, you are quite sensible!"
Mr. Fujima, is this your assistant? Haha, you actually hired such a coward as your assistant, you are really discerning!
Boy, you are so sensible, I will spare you! Get out of here, we only want Fujima Junyang!"
Ye Fan didn't answer or leave, he just twisted his neck slightly and grinned at the corner of his mouth.
The big man was slightly startled, "Boy, aren't you going to run?"
"Why are you running?" Ye Fan turned sideways, "Aren't you going to collect Teng Zhenjunyang's hands and feet? Come on!"
"Boy, if you don't leave even if you're in heaven, why would you just barge in when hell has no door?" The big man sneered.
"Who is going to hell will be known soon."
"Seeking death!" The big man's expression suddenly changed, and his aura suddenly became fierce.
He punched Ye Fan straight in the face, and a faint energy emanated from his fist.
Ye Fan's expression did not change, he raised his hand and lightly slapped it forward, hitting the big man's fist right in the face.
The big man felt a huge force coming from the opponent's palm, and his expression suddenly changed.
He exerted all his strength, turned his fist back, and staggered five or six steps before he regained his balance.
Ye Fan smiled faintly at him, "Are you coming again?"
"Made, the idea is prickly. Brothers, be smart!" The big man retreated to the back and took out a sharp knife from his trouser leg.
"It's interesting." The fighting spirit in Ye Fan's body became slightly excited.
He looked around and saw a total of nine people across from him. Each of them had a surge of energy in their body. They were obviously all practitioners.
Most of them reached the limit of two or three times, and two of them reached the limit of four times!
"Masters of ethnic minorities?" Ye Fan thought about it secretly for a while, and asked with interest: "Where are you from, and why do you work for the islanders?"
The big man looked at Ye Fan with some fear and shouted loudly.
"Boy, it's not good for you to know so much! You should be a warrior too, right? Hehe, I hope you can play with us for a longer time."
Ye Fan didn't take it seriously, put his hands behind his back, and smiled calmly, "For the sake of being Chinese, I will give you a chance to explain the matter clearly. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."
The big man didn't expect that the other party was so calm and unhurried, and he became more and more cautious.
The opponent just showed off a hard move, and his level is definitely not low. Coupled with his current demeanor, he is completely different from ordinary warriors.
The big man snorted coldly, "Pretend, you'll cry later. Brothers, get ready!"
The other eight ethnic minority warriors all let out a low shout and surrounded Ye Fan.
The three of them formed a circle, staggered each other, and approached Ye Fan little by little.
The sharp knives they held in their hands were not ordinary weapons. They had been tempered many times, and small barbs were cast on the blades, which were difficult to see with the naked eye.
However, as long as you touch it, a whole piece of flesh will be ripped off, which is very sinister.
Ye Fan's eyes were sharp and he could clearly see the barb of the sharp knife.