Li Baolong leisurely entered the spacious and luxurious private room he had reserved. He sat down alone on the soft, comfortable sofa chair, relaxing his body slightly. Then, he closed his eyes slightly and instantly activated his powerful spiritual sense. This mysterious and unpredictable power, like an invisible scanning beam, penetrated the walls and accurately scanned the adjacent room.
Through his powerful spiritual sense, Li Baolong seemed to possess eyes that could see through walls, clearly and vividly observing the scene in the next room. At that moment, he saw six people sitting inside. Among them, besides the familiar figure—Chen Hao—there were three men of varying builds and two elegant women.
Although these people were not speaking loudly, even whispering, to Li Baolong, who possessed extraordinary hearing, every word they said was as if it were ringing in his ears, and he heard it clearly without missing a single word.
Just then, one of the tall, burly men spoke fluent American English: "The fund trading market in the United States is booming right now! The situation is incredibly bright and couldn't be better! Every year, you can easily reap extremely high profits, and the return on investment is astonishingly high!"
Upon hearing these words, Chen Hao, sitting beside him, nodded repeatedly in agreement, his face showing genuine admiration. At the same time, he quickly chimed in, "That's right! With the current economic climate in Europe and America so favorable, as long as you have a bit of foresight and choose the right time to buy those stocks, it's basically like putting money into your own pocket. It's hard not to make money!"
Li Baolong sat calmly in the next room, seemingly listening casually to their conversation, but in reality, he was secretly observing, waiting for his opportunity. Just then, a hotel staff member gently pushed open the door and entered the room where Chen Hao and the others were. The staff member carefully carried a bottle of red wine and slowly walked to the table and placed it down.
Chen Hao smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, today I have specially brought out a bottle of 1982 Lafite red wine that I have treasured for many years, hoping to share it with you all." As soon as he finished speaking, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the people present, and they gathered around with great interest.
Chen Hao personally picked up the corkscrew and skillfully and elegantly opened the bottle, then began pouring wine for everyone one by one. The deep red liquid slid like silk into the crystal-clear glasses, releasing a rich and captivating aroma.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Baolong quietly unleashed his spiritual power. He concentrated his mind, condensing his powerful spiritual energy into an invisible beam of light, which he swiftly shot towards the tall man. In the blink of an eye, the yellow light accurately enveloped the tall man's brain.
Li Baolong narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully probing through his spiritual sense. Sure enough, just as he had expected, these people were all core members of the Ross Foundation! Moreover, from the tall man's fragmented memories, he learned that these individuals had been arriving in Hong Kong for a full month. Furthermore, the mastermind, Ross, was currently residing at the Macau International Hotel, remotely directing this meticulously planned conspiracy.
According to the detailed plan devised by Ross and his associates, they intend to further intensify their pressure on the Hong Kong financial market until it ultimately leads to a complete stock market collapse. If their plot succeeds, Hong Kong's economy will descend into chaos and depression, causing immeasurable damage to the economic development of the entire Chinese nation. If all goes smoothly, Ross and his gang expect to reap a staggering profit of up to $80 billion, an amount almost equivalent to a quarter of China's total foreign exchange reserves!
Li Baolong slowly withdrew the surging spiritual power within his body, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed solemnly on the bustling and vibrant city of Hong Kong Island in the distance. He thought to himself, "The severity of the financial crisis facing Hong Kong Island this time is beyond imagination!" Those powerful external forces have actually colluded and banded together, attempting to profit immensely by maliciously shorting Hong Kong Island's economy.
He knew full well that the mainland would not stand idly by and allow Hong Kong's economy to descend into recession and chaos. After all, the two places shared countless connections and deep friendships. However, the thought of the Roth Foundation, a force as monstrous as a demon, filled Li Baolong with rage. These guys were nothing short of a pack of insatiable vampires, sucking the lifeblood of Hong Kong's economy day after day.
"Why not just go to Macau and wipe out the Ross Foundation?" This crazy thought flashed through Li Baolong's mind, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew that even if he succeeded in eliminating Ross, another equally wicked figure would likely emerge to take his place. As long as these capitalists held enormous wealth, they could act with impunity in every corner of the world.
Moreover, Li Baolong was well aware that Ross and his associates were currently in Macau, orchestrating this financial storm. Given his current resources, rashly investing his hard-earned 100 billion would likely be a drop in the ocean, barely causing a ripple. Ultimately, this massive sum would be easily devoured by Ross and his cronies, along with other opportunistic speculators. Faced with this difficult situation, Li Baolong sighed helplessly, knowing that he had no choice but to patiently wait for the right opportunity. Only when the situation shifted in his favor could he find a breakthrough, deliver a fatal blow to his enemies, and reclaim the plundered wealth with interest.
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