Mrs. Sage nodded: "That's right."

"They will have another conflict this time. We should stand up appropriately and win over Bao Junyi."

The Secretary General said nervously, "Prime Minister, this is not good."

"If we try to win over that guy now, we'll indirectly offend the United States, and it will be difficult to explain to the cabinet."

Mrs. Sage said indifferently, "Explanation? What explanation?"

"If we can win over Bao Junyi and move his group to Eagle Country, we will make a fortune."

"As for offending the United States, that's fine. Compared to that kid's value, it's nothing."

The Secretary General was shocked and said, "Prime Minister, does that guy have such great magic power?"

"You are so worthy of our wooing that we would rather you offend the United States."

Mrs. Sage walked to the window, looked at the bustling night view of London, and murmured, "Bao Junyi is worth the whole of London!"

hiss!

The Secretary-General was surprised. He didn't expect the Prime Minister to speak so highly of him.

"Haha, I know what you're talking about, but look at the current Miracle Group, and then look at Iraq, which he secretly controls. Maybe I've underestimated you."

"You will understand the meaning of my words later." Mrs. Sage turned and left the office.

The Secretary General watched her leave, frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.

...

The next day.

Jia Yuezheng rushed to the United States overnight and accepted interviews from reporters this morning with a luxurious lineup from two top international law firms.

At the same time, a lawsuit application was filed in front of numerous news media.

However, the U.S. federal government dismissed the lawsuit filed.

In addition, the United States and its allies, as well as major media outlets, were ordered not to report or print any information about the incident. In just one day, these countries were unable to see the relevant information.

After Jia Yuezheng reported the situation here to Bao Junyi, he heard a sound of something breaking on the other end of the phone.

"Lao Jia, take your legal team and continue to file an appeal and make this matter a bigger deal."

"Fuck, you're just playing around, right?"

Jia Yuezheng said worriedly, "Okay, but if this continues, will it affect our other businesses in the United States?"

"After all, we will still be doing business on their territory in the future."

Bao Junyi said with a gloomy face, "Don't worry, it's not a big problem."

"We secretly control Iraq and indirectly control the Persian Gulf's oil exports, which is equivalent to strangling the throat of the United States. They will not tear each other apart."

Jia Yuezheng sighed and said, "Okay."

Bao Junyi looked grim. He picked up the encrypted phone and called Wang Gang's landline.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's me, Bao Junyi!"

"Did the Ghost stealth bomber formation I asked you to arrange arrive at its destination?"

Wang Gang said seriously, "Bao Sheng, we will arrive at our destination in 18 minutes."

"Do you have any instructions?"

At this moment, Bao Junyi showed a strange smile on his face and said, "Arrival at the destination, 30 nautical miles from the east coast of the United States, directly throw it, but make sure the people on land can see it clearly."

"After you throw the ball, quickly increase your altitude and return home."

Wang Gang nodded and said, "Okay, boss."

He exchanged a few words with Wang Gang before hanging up the phone.

At the same time, he called Julian Robertson of the Fat Tiger Fund in the United States.

"Hello, who is this?"

Ah! You pinched me.

When Bao Junyi heard the voice from the other side, his face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "It's me—Bao Junyi!"

At this time, the other end of the phone fell into silence, and rustling sounds were heard again.

After a while, he replied: "BO... Boss, don't misunderstand me, don't ask me to explain... Bah... Listen to my explanation."

"Just now, my female friend was bitten by a dog, and I'm applying medicine to her."

Bao Junyi rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Damn it! Can you please be more careful in broad daylight?"

"I trust you, that's why I'm afraid to hand over the Fat Tiger Fund to you. Don't get lost in the American socialite circle, and don't let me down."

Julian Robertson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said quickly: "Yes, yes!"

"Boss, is there any big move this time?"

"Ever since you personally directed our plans for the US and Sakura stock markets, we haven't made any major moves in the past two years."

Bao Junyi thought about it and realized that he had indeed not taken care of this place in the past few years and had just let it go.

His expression softened a bit, and he said, "Well, isn't there going to be a big move this time?"

"Boss, what's the big move?"

"Who are we going to deal with this time?" Julian Robertson asked excitedly.

"The United States."

Julian Robertson smiled broadly and asked, "The U.S.... U.S.... U.S. stock market?"

"Boss, the U.S. stock market is huge, and we can't do anything big with this little money."

"I know, this time use the chips in your hands to crash the market for me!"

"Moreover, smash it hard and stun the investment institutions and investors in the U.S. stock market." Bao Junyi's cold voice came from the microphone.

Robertson said in shock, "Boss, what are you going to do?"

"These are brothers who have been constantly doing T operations in recent years to reduce the cost of holding shares."

"If we dump stocks now, we will suffer heavy losses."

At this time, Bao Junyi frowned and said, "Just do as I ask. I have other actions to take."

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