The three ended their conversation.
Chen Dong's vision for Dubai's future is extremely important.
Amara needs to find someone immediately to compile this information.
"Chen, regardless of whether what you say can be verified, from now on, you are my friend, Amanra."
"Yes, haven't we always been friends?"
Chen Dong grinned and, following local custom, gave Amanla a cheek kiss.
On the side.
Avalid's eyes widened.
Chen Dong naturally wouldn't show favoritism. "Awalid, my friend, I sincerely thank you for everything you've done for me during this time. When you have time to come to China, I will definitely treat you well according to our Chinese customs."
"Of course, once we're on your turf, I won't be polite."
As they were talking, Avalid paused, then asked a question.
"Chen, are you leaving here?"
Chen Dong nodded, not denying it. "Yes, my friend. He's been away from China for a while now, and there's a lot of work piling up there waiting for me to go back and handle."
Avalid apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, my private jet is still under maintenance."
Amanla finished organizing the documents, looked up at the two of them, and said with a smile, "Chen, use my plane."
"this......"
"It's okay, just go whenever you need it, I'll let the crew know."
Avalid patted Chen Dong on the shoulder, "What are you standing there for? Go thank Prince Amanra. You're really lucky. Even I've never received such treatment."
Chen Dong chuckled, showing no affectation.
When people are getting along, sometimes being too humble can make the other person think that you look down on them.
This view is particularly evident in the Middle East.
"Thank you, Prince Amanra!"
"You two chat, I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Chen Dong nodded. Gaining Prince Amanla's approval was entirely beneficial to him.
......
at the same time.
The luxurious hall was filled with the rich aroma of cigars.
George Soros paced back and forth.
Today, Soros's team's strategic planning is nearing completion.
The team members gathered here to discuss important plans.
George exhaled a puff of smoke and then asked, "Guys, you can tell me about your progress now. Of course, I hope I only hear good news."
Robertson, the head of Tiger Fund, has had a love-hate relationship with George's Quantum Fund for over a decade.
This time, for the sake of mutual benefit, the two finally stood together.
Ray Dalio, head of Bridgewater Associates, was also one of the executors of this operation.
Three major players joined forces to target the British pound.
George wasn't entirely unprepared; the collaboration between the three was bound to involve some backstabbing and intrigue.
However, faced with the huge pie that is the British pound, all three put aside their past grudges.
Robertson took a sip of coffee and then smiled, "George, I have no problem. We've been fighting for so many years, you should have confidence in my abilities."
George nodded, a forced smile on his face.
At this moment, Dario spoke up, "I have no problem either. Everything is proceeding according to plan. George, when the time comes, I will fully launch the sniping operation. I am honored to cooperate with you."
George only listened to these polite words.
He knew very well that the three of them would never have gotten together if there were no mutual benefit involved.
The assistant raised his wine glass and said with a faint smile, "Boss, the Central Bank of the United Kingdom has fallen into our trap. Soon, we can start reaping the benefits."
George Soros stood by the window, gazing at the night view outside.
The riverbank was like still water, the moon was bright and the stars were few.
The cigar fell into the wine glass and went out with a soft "plop."
George Soros turned around and looked at the crowd.
His expression was grave. He emphasized, "We must seize the opportunity. Inform everyone to be fully alert and await my orders!"
"Yes, boss."
...
Hong Kong.
The day after Chen Dong returned to Hidden Dragon Residence, he had his driver prepare a car to go to Li Xiaoman's private residence.
Li Xiaoman's residence was a typical European-style villa.
The roof is red, and the white walls are carved with patterns.
A faint fragrance wafted through the room, reflecting the hostess's refined taste.
Chen Dong leaned back on the sofa, while Wolong and the others stood guard at the door.
In the living room, Li Xiaoman, carrying two cups of tea, sat down on the sofa.
"Mr. Chen, the funds you needed are ready. How do you plan to thank me? I went to great lengths to do this."
As Li Xiaoman spoke, she put down her teacup and leaned closer.
There are no decorative chandeliers in the living room, only two artistic wall lamps that emit a soft glow.
In the dim light, Chen Dong's features appeared even more deep and defined. He was hidden in the shadows, which seemed to add a touch of mystery to the man.
Li Xiaoman stared at Chen Dong, momentarily lost in thought.
At this moment, Chen Dong said with a faint smile, "The best gift I can give you is your performance."
Li Xiaoman leaned closer, her eyes alluring, and asked, "Mr. Chen, why don't you share some of the plan with me? It's $5 billion; I need some reassurance, right?"
Chen Dong turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Li Xiaoman.
Then, Chen Dong said with a faint smile, "I need a batch of accounts to enter the channel, so I'll trouble you to prepare them as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoman immediately sat up straight and said helplessly, "Chen Sheng, how can you be so unreasonable? You didn't tell me the plan, and now you want me to prepare a channel account!"
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