Chapter 483: The Day of Expiration When it comes to the mid-spring month, the yang is due east and the yin is due west, which is called the vernal equinox.
The weather is gradually getting warmer, but the stock market is still lingering in the cold winter of December 9th.
Everything was calm, and apart from daily savings business, Black Bank had no large funds coming in or out.
The silence of Black Bank does not mean that Arthur has ceased his activities. On the contrary, the day after Ning Qianqian arbitraged US$37 billion, Arthur launched a crazy counterattack, and as much as 750 hot money flowed into the Chinese stock market from various channels.
Billions of dollars, these crazy hot money are like wolves entrenched in the hills, eyeing stock No. 660990, always ready for the final decisive battle with Huanyu Group.
In the past three days, Ye Fengguo had been feeling uneasy. The Huanyu Group had been hovering on the line of life and death, and what worried him the most was Harada Akemi's safety.
Judging from the current situation, international hot money is rapidly changing its capital circulation channels, which means that it is alert to the capital theft incident three days ago. At the same time, the US$75 billion invested by international hot money in the Chinese stock market is a very subtle figure.
, exactly double the 37 billion U.S. dollars. This is Arthur's usual method of using double the price to kill his opponents. And it is this 75 billion U.S. dollars that also confirms from another aspect that Arthur has already
The suspicion points to the Huanyu Group.
Fortunately, the times have entered the information age, and people and events thousands of miles away can be found through the Internet. Muriel's information is still hanging on the official website of Black Bank, Chief Investment Advisor of Black Bank, from the East
A female financier, the youngest gold-medal investment consultant on Wall Street, the kind words in the profile and the bright smile in the photo gave everyone some relief from their heavy hearts.
The unexpected US$37 billion has been put to great use in recent days. Compared with the huge amount of international hot money, this US$37 billion is a little shabby, but for the World Group, which is on the edge of the cliff, it is no less than a timely help.
Since the middle of last month, facing the crazy impact of international hot money, Huanyu Group has persisted alone for more than 20 days. It has not collapsed yet and continues to support itself.
All this is thanks to Harada Akemi, who is far away across the ocean.
In the dark, Ye Feng seemed to be able to feel her presence, as if she was by his side, accompanying him to fight for the Huanyu Group.
This is the feeling of the soul, and it is a real existence.
The afternoon of the fifth day was a cloudy afternoon.
In the protracted tug-of-war, US$37 billion was once again exhausted, and the One World Group once again reached the edge of the cliff.
An urgent letter was delivered to Ye Feng, with no signature, no address, and no content.
On the white letter paper, there is only a hand-drawn train, and below it are also two long strings of Arabic numerals.
The Shinkansen train from Kanagawa to Kyoto quietly entered Ye Feng's mind, and Harada Akemi's voice and smile also came into view one by one.
The past was beautiful, but the reality is grim. In order to discuss countermeasures, Ye Feng and others gathered at Ning Qianqian's home again.
There are two anonymous accounts again, but this time the account opening bank is not the American Black Bank where Harada Akemi works, but Lexington Bank, a joint venture holding bank of Black Bank in Vancouver, Canada. How did Harada Akemi get this?
There are different opinions on the secret information. But what is consistent with everyone’s expectations is that in addition to passing through three tax-avoiding offshore financial centers such as the Virgin Islands, the fund flow channels of these two anonymous accounts are completely different from before.
This brand new circulation channel once again sounded the alarm to everyone, and the enemy was already aware of it.
While they were worried about Harada Akemi, everyone was also shocked by the huge amount of money in their accounts.
One account has $50 billion in it, and the other account has $35 billion.
Faced with this 85 billion US dollars, everyone is in trouble. If cash is withdrawn again, Harada Akemi's risk will inevitably increase. But if they do not cash out and let the funds flow into the Chinese stock market, let alone the Universal Group, which has reached the end of its rope.
, even the entire Chinese stock market and the entire Chinese financial industry will collapse quickly and fall into an abyss that will never be restored.
Half a month ago, Ning Qianqian used Ye Feng's bank account to openly withdraw 12.5 billion US dollars from Black Bank. Although the second time he used a bank account opened with a forged passport, all the clues were cleared through clever turns.
.But after all, it has been accepted
It's easy to think of two consecutive attempts to rob bank funds. What's even more terrible is that the target of the international hot money's crazy attack is Ye Feng's Huanyu Group. With Arthur's cruelty and tyranny, how can he deal with it?
The mole who betrayed the secret remained indifferent.
As the saying goes, there is no such thing as three and four.
For the sake of Harada Akemi's safety, Ye Feng is unwilling to take this risk. Moreover, even if the US$85 billion is obtained, it will not completely solve the problems faced by Huanyu Group. In the face of trillions of US dollars of international hot money, US$85 billion
It's just a drop in the ocean, and it can only survive.
No matter what, he is going to die. If he wants to die, he should die in a bloody manner and use a woman as his back. This is something Ye Feng will never tolerate.
The atmosphere in the study was extremely depressing, and there was no open discussion, but everyone had reached a tacit understanding in their hearts.
Ning Qianqian stared at the computer screen and said word by word, "They have been transferred to the Bank of Melbourne, Australia."
Ye Feng looked at his watch. It was already 3:30 in the afternoon, and it was still an hour and a half before the Huaxia Stock Market closed. If this money flows into the Huaxia Stock Market before the market closes, then today will be the final day of the Huanyu Group.
"How long will it take to enter the Chinese stock market?" Ye Feng asked.
"There are two turnovers left, one stop at Seoul Bank of Korea and one stop at Xiangjiang Bank." Ning Qianqian glanced at the letter at hand and looked up at the clock on the wall. "If the information is accurate, in one hour, that is, four
At half past one, the funds will flow into the Chinese stock market."
"Oh, God is so merciful that he gave us an hour left." Milan walked up to Ye Feng, took out the notepad he carried with him, and said with a smile. "For an interview, I would like to ask Mr. Merry Killer,
What do you most want to do before the end of the world comes?"
Milan's joke suddenly relaxed the atmosphere at the scene.
No matter how the world changes, life will continue.
"This is not the end of the world." Ye Feng smiled lightly and continued. "Even if we have nothing, we can still start from scratch."
"Oh my god, you are still not the wind from hell. Are you wearing a human skin mask as a disguise?" Milan grabbed Ye Feng's shoulders, stood on tiptoes and stared at the edge of his hairline. "You must be fake.
, it must be disguised, it is impossible for the wind of hell to say such things."
If someone takes the lead, someone will naturally help. The relationship between women is so delicate.
"It's absolutely false. Any grandiose words made at this time are purely false."
"That's right, Milan should quickly take off his face and see who is behind him."
"Don't be ridiculous." Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh, but he was full of doubts in his heart. "I am with you every day, how can it be fake."
All the beauties couldn't stop laughing. In the end, it was Zhou Xiaoman who answered Ye Feng's doubts.
"Brother, you are usually involved in romantic affairs. Now at the end of the world, you don't want women. If this is not a lie, how can it be explained? Doesn't Milan want to verify your identity? Hehe, everyone
Sisters, why don't we all stay away first?"
As soon as Zhou Yaojing took action, the beautiful writer immediately blushed with embarrassment. She dropped Ye Feng and quickly ran to Ning Qianqian's side.
"Sister Xiaoman, you are so bad. I just think everyone is too serious, so I made a joke to make everyone relax."
"Don't be pretentious here, I don't know you yet." It's inconvenient for others to continue joking, but Ning Qianqian is different. She is Milan's close friend, and laughing and joking has become a habit. "Otherwise, I will leave the boudoir.
I'll lend it to you so you can do whatever you want with it."
Milan rolled his eyes at Ning Qianqian, pouted and muttered, "Shengun, why do you always go against me? I will never invite you to dinner again."
"You mentioned eating to me again. How many meals have you owed me these past few days?" Ning Qianqian pinched Milan's face and said in a feigned way. "If you don't make up for all these meals with me,
Come on, don’t even think about taking a word away from me in the future.”
Having the handle in hand means he is powerful. After hearing Ning Qianqian's warning, Milan immediately relented.
"Okay, I will definitely treat you to boiled fish tonight, but you have to reveal more information about the lone killer to me."
"Boiled fish, thank you for your ability to say it, I want to eat a full Man-Han banquet, otherwise I won't have any information at all."
"You are such a good guy, I know you will take the opportunity to increase your appetite. There are a total of 108 dishes in the Manchu-Han banquet, so you are not afraid of overstuffing it."
"Don't you understand this? The authentic Manchu-Han banquet is eaten in three days."
The bickering between the two close friends made everyone burst into laughter, and they temporarily forgot about the coming storm.
"I'm worried that you will be too fat to walk after three days of eating. For the sake of your sexy figure, let's go eat boiled fish tonight."
They are both women, and they all know each other's taboos. As soon as the figure talk came up, Ning Qianqian really hesitated.
"That's it. I'm going to treat you tonight and let's go out and have fun together." Milan struck while the iron was hot and quickly ran to the computer desk. "Hey, come and see, this fund has been transferred to Seoul Bank in South Korea."
One step closer, in half an hour, it will enter China through Xiangjiang Bank.
Although they had pretended to be relaxed before, in the face of this unprecedented crisis, everyone still gathered around the computer desk with solemn expressions.
Ye Feng was not with them. He stood alone in front of the window, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky, savoring the moment of peace before the war.
Tick-tock, tick-tock... there was a sound of mobile phone text messages coming from my pocket.
"Even if thousands of mountains and rivers block the constant longing in my heart, I hope my efforts can help you overcome the difficulties. I will always regard you as the only Rebecca."
The unfamiliar number, the familiar French language, and the familiar signature. Ye Feng felt a warmth in his heart and a smile spread across his face.
Outside the window, the breeze blew, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the hazy sky suddenly became clear.
The sun shines on the earth, casting charming golden light spots through the bright glass windows.
"This is not the end of the world, there is still hope."