Chapter 461: The Contract of Prostitution “This time it’s for real.”
Throughout the entire trading day, Paul only said this sentence.
Compared with the dabbling in Thailand's financial crisis two years ago and the rush through the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region last autumn, this international hot money is now going all out. It stays in the Chinese stock market unscrupulously, and huge amounts of money are transferred one by one.
Investing money, buying and selling, selling and buying, the stock price of Huanyu Group was turned upside down. Faced with the crazy behavior of international financial giants, retail investors sold their shares one after another, which further aggravated the collapse of the stock price.
By the time the market closed in the afternoon, Huanyu Group's share price had dropped by 7,025.
The total liquidity of Huanyu Group, plus Su Qingfeng's personal account, plus Paul's savings, totals almost three to four billion Chinese dollars, but these are enough funds to compete with any stock market maker. In the international market of trillions of dollars,
In front of hot money, it is not worth mentioning at all.
A small ant shakes a tree, and Huanyu Group is the little ant that wants to shake the big tree. It is a small ant that is so small that it can be ignored.
Depression, a kind of heaviness close to the approach of death, also gave this battle a heavy tragic color.
To be or not to be, that is the question (To be or not to be, that is the question.) This is a famous line in Shakespeare's classic play "Hamlet", but now, this is no longer a question, they must fight on, for the future of the company,
And fight for the future of each of them.
At sunset and sunrise, the stock market opens again.
All the funds in the Huanyu Group's account have been invested in the stock market. Although Paul racked his brains and used various methods, he still could not prevent the stock price from falling wildly. This is the magic of capital, ruthless and cold-blooded, cruel and domineering, the so-called
The financial theory and operation skills become pale and powerless in the face of huge capital, and there is no chance to display them at all.
Facing more and more international hot money, Huanyu Group's reserve funds were quickly exhausted, and its stock price fell to a historical low.
Stock No. 660990 crashed, and the invincible Wall Street stock god also stepped down. At this time, Paul had gone bankrupt, but there was no sadness on his face, because he was accompanied by resolute faces and silent warmth.
It drove away the loneliness in his heart.
Paul quickly stood up and bowed in front of the camera. "I'm sorry, I've tried my best."
There was thunderous applause in the conference hall, like the endless tide.
This is the courtesy to heroes, this is also the roaring war drum, the battle is still going on.
Finding follow-up funds has become a top priority. Only by continuing to invest funds can we save Huanyu Group from the fire and water. Although this is a bottomless pit, Huanyu Group cannot fall because there are thousands of Huanyu people behind this name.
.Everyone was mobilized. Following the order issued by Chairman Su Qingfeng, all department managers were mobilized to urge payment, negotiate loans, borrow funds, and use all available methods one by one.
Ye Feng is also borrowing funds to raise funds, but he does not come to the door to discuss like other department managers. Instead, he sits in the office and waits for funds to come to his door.
It's very strange, but it's true. Since Ye Feng walked into the office this morning, there has been an endless stream of people coming to give money.
The first person to send money was Huawen Group, the partner of which Ye Feng was responsible for matchmaking. This was also the only job Ye Feng did in the Huanyu Group. The person who came was the president's secretary Li Feifei, a beautiful woman in uniform with a smile on her face.
With a meaningful smile, it seems that she must be shouldering an important task when she comes to Huanyu Group this time.
"Manager Ye, the stock market of Huanyu Group has collapsed. We at Huawen Group, thinking of the friendship of our partners, have sent a special amount of funds to help you solve your urgent needs..." Li Feifei said a grand opening statement, and then took out a card from her briefcase
The check was placed in front of Ye Feng with a smile on his face. "This time our Huawen Group has provided help in times of need. I believe Manager Ye will be very grateful to President Liu."
"Of course, I will pay you a visit another day and then I can express my gratitude and respect to President Liu."
"There is no need to express my thanks. Before I came here, President Liu specifically told me that we are all our own people and should help each other overcome difficulties together."
"Yes, yes, yes, they are all our own." Ye Feng held the check signed by Liu Yanmei and was a little happy from ear to ear.
"Manager Ye, just because we, President Liu, regard you as one of our own, we did not ask you to sign a statement when we discussed cooperation before. Now think about it, after all, this is a society governed by the rule of law. No matter what you do, you must abide by the laws. There should be
The legal documents should still be signed."
"Legal documents." Ye Feng was a little confused. "Didn't we both sign the agreement when we confirmed the cooperative relationship?"
"It's not that, Manager Ye, it seems you didn't understand what I meant." Li Feifei opened her briefcase, took out a document, and placed it on the desk with a smile. "The cooperation I just mentioned is
It refers to the cooperation between you and President Liu, not the cooperation between our two companies."
"What kind of cooperation is there between Yan Mei and I?"
The more Ye Feng listened, the more confused he became. He reached out and opened the documents on the desk. He just took a look and started laughing.
This so-called cooperation agreement has three big words "Deed of Sale" written on the title, and the content is about Liu Yanmei's employment of Ye Feng as a personal nanny. The contract of sale is very detailed, from the responsibilities of the nanny to the employer.
rights, there are five pages in total, and if you read them word by word, it can be said that this is an unequal treaty full of exploitation and oppression.
Ye Feng burst into laughter and raised the rendition contract in his hand. "Secretary Li, did your CEO Liu's last name be Yang in his previous life?"
"The surname is Yang." Li Feifei was a little confused. "How could it be possible? I have read her file. The Liu family has lived in Tianjing for generations."
"The north wind blows, the snowflakes flutter, the snowflakes flutter, the new year is here..."
Phew, Li Feifei covered her small mouth and laughed.
"Alas." Ye Feng sighed, shaking the deed of betrayal in his hand. "This year has passed, why is Yang Bailao still here to press for debts?"
"This shows that Yang Bailao is becoming more and more humane, otherwise I will definitely not let you live in peace during the New Year." Li Feifei smiled sweetly and reached out to pick up the check on the desk. "Manager Ye, our President Liu said that only you can sign the cooperation agreement.
, will lend you the money.”
"What kind of cooperation is this? It is clearly an unequal treaty for the landlord class to oppress the poor people."
Ye Feng sighed, his expression was extremely pitiful, but the pen in his hand was written quickly and quickly, and he signed his name.
Whether signed or not, he is still the nanny Ye in Liu Yanmei's mouth; whether she is the nanny, he will embrace the "landlord woman" who forced people into slavery. Therefore, in Ye Feng's view, this selling contract is completely
It is the proof of romance between lovers, just like the slap he slapped on Liu Yanmei's butt, it is full of fun and romance.
After seeing off the representatives of the landlord class, another representative of the bourgeoisie walked into the office.
Standard North African robes, standard North African etiquette.
"Dear Mr. Ye, I learned that your company was attacked by international hot money and that the stock price fell again and again. Mr. Bejawi was very worried and asked me to come to express my condolences."
Ye Feng had met this Algerian. He was a subordinate of Van Gogh. Some time ago, he was ordered to come to Tianjing to send donations to Ye Feng's charity foundation.
"Thank you, thank you so much." Ye Feng returned the greeting with a smile. "Please take a seat."
"Mr. Ye, there is no need to be polite. The matter is urgent. Let's get down to business." The Algerian stood in front of the desk, took out a check from his briefcase, and handed it to Ye Feng with both hands. "Mr. Ye, this is Beja.
Please accept Mr. Wei’s kindness.”
With US$500 million, a nouveau riche is a nouveau riche, and he is indeed generous with his money.
"Thank you, thank you, Bejawi is so interesting."
Ye Feng couldn't help but thank him, but the Algerian looked embarrassed.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Bejawi has a small matter that he wants to trouble you with."
As the saying goes, those who eat people are soft-spoken and those who take advantage of them are short-handed, let alone US$500 million.
"Tell me, as long as I can help, I will do my best." Ye Feng said without hesitation.
The Algerian smiled widely, reached out and took out an antique small silver box from his briefcase, then slowly opened the silver box, took out a roll of parchment, placed it on the table and slowly spread out the parchment, with a parchment in the middle.
An old quill pen.
The Algerian people were very generous when he took out a check for US$500 million before, but the small silver box in front of him made him cautious. Ye Feng was very surprised. The blank parchment and quill inside the silver box could be regarded as antiques.
, but compared with the $500 million check, it is self-evident that they are more important.
Could this parchment have some other origin? Ye Feng secretly guessed in his mind.
The answer was soon revealed. The parchment didn't have any great background, but what was inside was quite famous.
"In ancient times, people did not have paper, so they would record important things on animal skins, and the most commonly used one was sheepskin." The Algerian introduced the parchment rolls on the table in detail, then changed the topic and said with a smile. "Ye
Sir, you also know that Mr. Bejaoui's autobiography has been published in two editions and is now being prepared for the third edition. The new edition naturally has to add some new things. Mr. Bejaoui wants to include all his old friends.
In the book, but he is now a businessman, and most of his dealings with friends are business dealings, such as borrowing money and so on..."
The Algerian said it very tactfully, and Ye Feng understood it clearly. Van Gogh just wanted him to write an IOU, and then attach the IOU to his autobiography, so that he could legitimately claim that on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the killer
When the King of Hell's Wind encountered difficulties, he came to seek help from Van Gogh, who was ranked 99th on the killer list. Thinking of his old friendship, Van Gogh lent the King of Killers $500 million.
Even the deed of sale was signed, let alone the IOU. Ye Fengxiao was extremely calm.
"Do you want me to write him an IOU?"
"Yes, yes." The Algerian nodded repeatedly, and then explained anxiously. "Mr. Ye, please don't misunderstand. Mr. Bejaoui has no intention of collecting the debt..."
"Don't worry, Bejawi and I are old friends, and I know exactly what he is thinking."
Ye Feng picked up the quill and wrote the IOU on the parchment roll with flying colors. As for the signature, of course it was the wind of hell, which is famous in the dark world.
Carefully rolling up the parchment, the Algerian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, put the silver box back into the briefcase, and then took out another CD. "Mr. Ye, this CD was recorded by Mr. Bejawi himself. It took many days."
No, he misses his old friend very much and wants to talk to him about his inner feelings."
Putting down the CD, the Algerian bowed and left. Ye Feng stuffed the CD into his laptop.
What Van Gogh said in his heart was very simple, just one short sentence.