Qiao Zhi Soros's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, a sense of unease rising in his heart. "Could it be that... all of this is under Bao Junyi's control?"
"From the beginning to the end, was this all a trap set by him?"
He recalled Bao Junyi's every move in the Hong Kong stock market - from his initial silence and wait-and-see attitude, to his later agreement to withdraw from the market, and now to the tough stance taken by mainland officials. All of this seemed to be connected by an invisible thread.
If this is true, then Bao Junyi's meticulous thinking and far-reaching planning are simply chilling.
"At such a young age, yet he possesses such abilities..." Qiao Zhi Soros' voice was filled with a hint of shock and fear that was difficult to conceal.
...
at the same time.
Inside the office of the Eagle Country Pension Fund, the atmosphere was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.
Thomas slumped in the leather seat, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if all the life had been drained from him.
His voice was hoarse and decadent, and he muttered to himself: "It's completely over this time, everything is over."
The assistant beside him was equally pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his fingers nervously tapping the documents in his hands.
Thomas took a deep breath and continued, "From the start of the project to now, the Eagle Country Pension Fund has invested nearly 10 billion Hong Kong dollars."
"I originally thought I could make a fortune in the Hong Kong stock market, but who could have imagined that all my money would be lost, trapped in this seemingly prosperous but actually fraught market full of dangers."
The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nervously, "Boss, let's close our positions now and see how much we can withdraw."
Thomas smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's too late to cut your losses now."
"There's a stampede in the Hong Kong stock market right now, and it's impossible to withdraw."
Outside the office window, the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down, and the dark clouds were gathering, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
The assistant was silent for a moment, as if weighing something, and then spoke cautiously.
"President, should we... go find Bao Junyi and give it a try?"
"After all, Hong Kong is still his home turf, and his influence in the local area is significant.
"Besides, hasn't he always been eyeing British companies? We might as well transfer our shares to him at a low price, and perhaps we can recover some of our losses."
"Bao Junyi?"
Thomas frowned and repeated the name in a low voice, his tone filled with mixed emotions.
"But..." Thomas' voice was hesitant, his brows furrowed.
"They are a British company after all. If we stab them in the back, that wouldn't be good, right?"
Seeing this, the assistant took a deep breath and said in a firmer tone: "President, now is not the time to worry about these things."
"Now it's better for me to die than for my friend to die."
"This is our only way out. If we hesitate any longer, I'm afraid we'll lose even this last chance."
"After all, Wall Street and the Jewish financial groups should take action soon. We don't have much time left."
Thomas' eyes flickered, and every word of his assistant hit his heart like a hammer.
"But..."
Thomas's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself: "If this happens, wouldn't we become traitors to British companies? How will we survive in this industry in the future?"
The assistant shook his head and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Boss, the business world is like a battlefield, where the winners are kings and the losers are bandits."
"The most important thing now is to preserve the pension fund and the money of those elderly people. As for the rest... we can only find ways to make up for it later."
Thomas was silent, his eyes looking out the window again. The gloomy sky of London seemed to foreshadow the gloom in his heart.
A moment later.
He nodded slowly, and said with a hint of determination in his voice: "Okay, go contact Bao Junyi."
"Remember, we must strive for as much benefit as possible during negotiations. We cannot let him lead us completely by the nose."
The assistant nodded, a look of relief flashing in his eyes as he said, "I understand, President. I'll arrange it as soon as possible."
Thomas sighed, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
He knew that this decision might bring him infamy, but for the sake of those who trusted him, he had no choice.
The other side.
At this time, Bao Junyi stood in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling window, his hands in his suit pockets, looking deeply in the direction of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful chuckle, and he murmured softly, "Fish, it's time for you to come over."
"What are you so happy about?"
Suddenly, a soft female voice came from behind, like a spring breeze, with a hint of playfulness and concern.
Bao Junyi didn't turn around, but he had already recognized the person from the voice.
His smile deepened, and with a hint of pride and anticipation in his tone, he said, "I've worked so hard to set up this plan, and now it's time to reap the rewards."
Qiu Shuzhen tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion, and asked softly, "Could it be that the crash of the Hong Kong stock market was also part of your plan?"
Bao Junyi chuckled, his eyes deep and confident as he said, "Of course. Do you think I went to such great lengths, even investing billions of real money, just to set up a small scheme?"
"You underestimate my appetite."
Qiu Shuzhen stared at his profile, her eyes flashing with curiosity, and asked, "How did you do it?
"After all, you didn't go to the mainland yourself, so how did you get in touch with the top leaders there?"
"Besides, why would they be willing to cooperate with you in putting on such a big show?"
Bao Junyi turned around, his eyes sharp and determined as a knife, and said, "Because, when the mainland military and local authorities came to Hong Kong together last year, I had already laid the groundwork."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Shuzhen's pupils shrank slightly, and she asked in shock, "Could it be that... the information you asked Wang Qiang and I to obtain contains other secrets?"
Bao Junyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded slowly and said: "Yes, it was at that time."
"That document not only contained detailed data on the F-16 fighter jet, but also a plan for the return of Hong Kong."
"Moreover, the plan clearly mentioned the disadvantages of the withdrawal of British-owned enterprises on the future return of Hong Kong, as well as the serious consequences of foreign capital taking away large amounts of funds."
Qiu Shuzhen's face was filled with shock, and she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice, "No way? You guys had already communicated at that time?
"Aren't you afraid that the mainland won't cooperate with you?"
"After all, if we're not careful, Hong Kong's entire financial system could collapse!"
Bao Junyi shook his head, his smile calm and confident as he said, "No, because I have complete faith in the vision of the mainland's top leaders and their determination to return Hong Kong to China." "I'll be working overtime to update the book for a few nights. Please support the author with your votes. Thank you, brothers!"
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