Chapter 55 Super Double
Luo Binwen smiled and said, "Of course you can, but the gold bars and gold notes issued by the Hong Kong Bank are of bland style. If you really like gold, you can go to a gold shop to buy some."
Jian Ruochen: ...
It's like buying cabbage in the vegetable market.
He turned back to the dining table, "No need, I don't want to wear gold jewelry, I just want to buy some to store and sell when the price goes up. I have so much money, I have to spend some, I want to buy a set for Uncle Luo to collect as well."
Luo Binwen was filled with emotion. Fortunately, Jian Ruochen did not flatly refuse the property for the man, otherwise how could she be so free and happy now?
Luo Binwen opened the lid of his pocket watch and glanced at the time.
Seven o'clock in the evening.
"I'll accompany you tomorrow—"
"No, I can go by myself." Jian Ruochen interrupted, "Please take care of your work and try to take some time off during the New Year. It's just a matter of reissuing your bank card. I can do it by myself. You haven't celebrated the New Year for a long time, right?"
Luo Binwen thought for a moment before saying, "Yes."
Although he has an oriental face, he is a thorough British person, and the only thing the British celebrate is Christmas.
It was his first time to celebrate the Spring Festival when he came to Hong Kong with his lady.
It’s been more than 20 years.
Luo Binwen looked at Jian Ruochen, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously, "Okay, as you wish."
Jian Ruochen: "When you have rested, we will put up Spring Festival couplets together."
Luo Binwen was slightly stunned, as if his heart was gently poked.
The young master treats people sincerely.
Let’s post Spring Festival couplets together…
It's as if they are already family.
Jian Ruochen waved at Butler Luo.
Turn around and go upstairs to wash up.
The mind that had been tense for a long time due to studies and cases suddenly relaxed.
Jian Ruochen slept until nine o'clock the next day.
After finishing his breakfast, he put on a sweatshirt, walked out of Li Jin International, and hailed a taxi to go to Hong Kong.
The Chinese New Year is approaching.
There are festive words posted on the roller shutters of the street shops, making them look prosperous and full of vitality at first glance.
The Hong Kong banks are also full of people coming to deposit money.
Grandpas and ladies, as well as working men and women, lined up tightly together.
They were wearing the most popular Hong Kong-style shirts and floral cotton linings in the 1990s. While waiting to deposit money, they chatted about everything under the sun. Even though they didn't know each other, they were still chatting enthusiastically.
"Jiang Jie, which brand is that milk tea in your hand? It smells so good."
"Fok Kee Ice House, it's so sweet."
"Hey, I know that one. It's cheap and tasty. But the pearls are too big and I can never get them in my mouth."
Jian Ruo silently memorized the milk tea shop that appeared in the discussion, then squeezed sideways through the crowd and walked inside.
The manager who was maintaining order on the side was already smiling, and when he saw Jian Ruochen, the smile on his face became even more sincere, "Mr. Jian, how can I help you?"
Jian Ruochen paused and raised his hand to touch the side of his face.
The manager immediately explained, "You are a big customer. We have seen your photos and information. We will not make a mistake."
The woman in a professional hip skirt slightly bent over and gestured, "Please come this way."
Jian Ruochen remembered Luo Binwen's warning and raised her eyes vigilantly: "I'll just apply for a new bank card and queue up at the counter."
The manager said, "You are a VIP. Someone will take care of you. You don't have to wait in line."
Jian Ruochen once again tasted the taste of privilege.
It feels really good.
Isn’t this a kind of priority for the military and police?
He sat on the sofa and took out his shabby and twisted bank card.
The last time Chen Ba locked him in the bathroom, he used this card to pry open the door. If he hadn't had the tools to pry the door open, he might not have been so calm.
Unfortunately, the used cards need to be destroyed and cannot be kept as souvenirs.
The manager quickly helped to re-do it.
There is a popular saying among the wealthy circles in Hong Kong: Do you know how much I am worth per minute?
When helping these people, efficiency comes first.
Speed is the best service attitude.
Ten minutes later, a brand new black and gold bank card was handed over to him with both hands.
Jian Ruochen took it and hesitated for a while between the gold banknotes and the gold bars, "What is the current price of gold?"
By 2030, the price of gold will have risen to over 800.
How cheap could gold be in 1993?
The manager was stunned, then overjoyed.
Most people in Hong Kong tend to buy finished gold jewellery in gold shops. They will not go to banks to buy gold bars as financial products, nor will they buy gold banknotes whose collection value is higher than their investment value.
The Hong Kong banks are hoarding gold bars and gold notes and can’t sell them at all!
In fact, it doesn’t matter even if gold cannot be sold. After all, “currency is naturally gold and silver” and it will not depreciate much even if it depreciates.
But there is news now.
Wall Street is planning to short gold and transfer its own financial risks to Hong Kong and the mainland. Those financial giants never fail when they take action.
The price of gold will definitely plummet in the future!
Hong Kong banks are worried that they cannot sell their gold holdings!
The manager looked at Jian Ruochen with scorching eyes.
The living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering and the God of Wealth who brings wealth and good fortune.
Is she going to make a big deal at the beginning of the new year and solve the branch's gold warehouse crisis?
The manager is eager to sell, and it would be best if the deal is done immediately.
But once sold, Jian Ruochen may face losses.
Her conscience was burning like fire, but she finally gritted her teeth and said, "Today's gold price is 95 yuan per gram, but I don't recommend you to invest in gold at this time. The gold price is unstable during this period and may fall back to 60."
"A sharp drop in gold prices is often a symptom of global financial instability. There may be a financial crisis, and it may take decades for gold prices to rise again."
Jian Ruochen said firmly, "No."
The price of gold has been spiraling upward, moving in waves, for as long as we can remember.
There will be slight fluctuations at most.
He paused, "I want 20 kilograms."
manager:?
How many?
Jian Ruochen lowered his head slightly, "I can't lift any more. If you can send a car to deliver it... 200 kilograms is not impossible."
95 per gram, one kilogram is only 95,000, and 20 kilograms is only 1.9 million.
It's not even a fraction of the daily net profit of the companies under his name.
Jian Ruochen calculated carefully and suddenly felt that the value-preserving property of gold was as light as a feather to him.
No matter how much the price of gold rises, can the professionals under him earn more than him?
Those people can give him a net profit of more than 100 million per day.
He bought gold...more to satisfy his desire to buy.
Jian Ruochen sighed, "Forget it."
It seems that he is destined not to make money for himself in this life.
manager:?
how? Has the young sponsor come to terms with it?
Is the overwhelming wealth going to fly away?
She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Feel disappointed, the performance is gone.
Be thankful, the price of gold is going to fall.
She saved another person who would be sad in the future.
Before the manager could finish his complicated words, Jian Ruochen said, "Change it to gold notes."
During the Chinese New Year, they were stuffed into red envelopes and distributed to the staff in the villa who could not return home.
Gold banknotes have a premium, but they have high collection value, so after giving them to employees, most of them will be reluctant to sell them and keep them for themselves.
Gold is something that will quadruple in value if you keep it.
The manager asked absentmindedly: "Even if the price of gold falls?"
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen said softly, "You can't bring this money with you when you are born, and you can't take it with you when you die, so you have to spend some of it."
Otherwise it will just snowball and get more and more.
You can never spend it all.
manager:……
She thought about the balance in Jian Ruochen's card, then slowly stood up.
What are you worried about?
1.9 million is no different from 19 yuan to Jian Ruochen.
She said woodenly, "The money truck just left not long ago, so you need to take it back yourself."
Jian Ruochen made an OK gesture, "No problem."
20 kilograms of gold banknotes, stacked layer by layer with plastic protective film on the outside, filled an entire black leather suitcase.
The branch didn’t have much in stock, so they finally stuffed in two small 10-gram gold bars to make up the weight.
The bank president was startled and came out to take a look, only to find that the person who bought the gold banknotes was actually an acquaintance.
He held Jian Ruochen's hand, trembling: "Fortunately, I have you, finally..."
Seeing that the price of gold was about to plummet, he was so worried that half of his hair turned white.
The president said, "Come back next time."
He is truly a walking God of Wealth.
The president's eyes were filled with tears, and he wanted to take out his scarf and wave it when he saw Jian Ruochen off.
Jian Ruochen said goodbye to the president and the staff with a tearful look on his face, lowered his head, picked up the heavy box, and walked towards the bank entrance with all his strength.
As soon as I walked out of the VIP room corridor, I suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Jian Ruochen?"
He looked up and saw the man squeezing out from the crowd.
Guan Yingjun wore a black windbreaker today and looked young enough to go back to college.
Jian Ruochen followed up the conversation and asked, "Why are you here?"
Guan Yingjun raised the suitcase in his hand and said, "I want to withdraw some money for investment. Are you here to withdraw money too?"
As he spoke, he looked at Jian Ruochen's hand. The slender white fingers were already red from the handle of the suitcase.
Jian Ruochen nodded and said, "Take some money to give the employees at home a year-end bonus."
Guan Yingjun switched to holding his suitcase with his left hand, leaned down and stretched out his right hand to take the suitcase from him, "I'll do it."
The handle of the suitcase is very narrow.
When the man's fingers reached into the grip, Jian Ruochen touched the gun callus on the side of his index finger.
Flustered and hot.
He suddenly let go of her hand and licked his dry lips, "Thank you."
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled, and a hint of laughter was suppressed in his voice, "No need."
The two walked side by side towards the bank entrance.
Guan Yingjun said: "Every New Year's Day, the Serious Crime Squad will go to the Wong Tai Sin Temple to worship. Will you come?"
Jian Ruochen: "Wong Tai Sin?"
Which deity is this?
"It's Chisongzi." Guan Yingjun was no longer surprised that Jian Ruochen was not familiar with Hong Kong customs.
He put the box in his left hand on the ground and took out a ticket from his pocket. "The Wong Tai Sin Temple enshrines Wong Tai Sin and Guanyin, as well as the five gods of wealth. The police station issues tickets every year for us to worship."
Jian Ruochen took the ticket and flipped it over. There was the police station's seal and number on it. It was indeed a uniformly issued ticket.
It’s a group activity and a new scenic spot, so of course I have to participate.
"Of course, I haven't seen it yet--"
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang beside Jian Ruochen's ear. Jian Ruochen was startled and reflexively moved to Guan Yingjun's side.
The side door of the bank was suddenly kicked open, and five masked men rushed in, shouting.
The leader was fat and looked ferocious.
Just as Jian Ruochen was about to react, he felt his wrist tighten.
He was pulled back by Guan Yingjun, and the bright light in front of him suddenly dimmed, completely blocked by the man's tall body.
Jian Ruochen was stunned, his thoughts stagnating.
One person away, the robber shouted with a gun: "Everyone, don't move, squat down with your head in your hands! Hand over all your valuables!"
The colorful marble floor tiles in the bank lobby reflect a dazzling and mysterious light.
The hanging lamps were shaking, and the shadows were dancing, which was frightening.
The crowd suppressed their screams and wanted to huddle into a ball.
Jian Ruochen looked at the revolving door on the side.
He and Guan Yingjun were only two steps away from the gate and were closest to the robbers at this time.
Bear the brunt.
The robber came forward with a submachine gun, pointing the gun directly at Guan Yingjun, "Open the box. Take your hands out from behind your back, don't play tricks!"
He sneered, "I recognize you, policeman. You make a lot of money, right?"
Guan Yingjun slowly loosened his grip on Jian Ruochen's fingers and opened his suitcase, where stacks of thousands of Hong Kong dollars were neatly stacked.
Jian Ruochen's breathing stagnated slightly.
This amount of money may seem like a lot, but when you consider that it was earned by working undercover, it seems a little too little.
Some people make money by working hard and risking their lives.
Some people make money by stealing and robbing!
The robber took the box, without even looking at it, and roughly poured the contents into a sack, then kicked another one and said, "Open this one."
Guan Yingjun didn't move. The robber raised the muzzle of his gun slightly and pressed it against his forehead. "Can't bear to do it?"
Jian Ruochen immediately pried open Guan Yingjun's tightly clenched fingers and stepped forward under the man's astonished gaze, "It's mine. He doesn't know the password."
No matter how Guan Yingjun feels about him, he is not the type to hide behind others.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes and said cautiously: "Calm down, I'll open it for you."
The robbers acted extremely quickly and professionally. They divided the work and cooperated with each other, and they robbed all the valuables in the bank in less than a minute.
At this time, this black suitcase was the only one that had not been opened.
Jian Ruochen took a look into the three sacks and saw that they were almost all filled with watches and jewelry.
There was a lot of fanfare, but not much benefit.
The muzzle of the gun that was pointed at Guan Yingjun instantly turned and pointed directly at Jian Ruochen, "Get down here and do it. If you dare to cheat, I'll kill you."
All around were old and young women and ordinary people.
At this time, forcing it is definitely not a good option.
Jian Ruochen squatted down and entered the password of the suitcase, which opened with a click, and lifted the lid facing the robber.
Golden banknotes!
The robber's pupils suddenly contracted.
He had never seen so much money in his life!
“Boss!”
"Gold note!"
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes quietly, taking the opportunity to observe every hooded person at the scene.
These guys are professionally equipped. He was wearing a khaki camouflage uniform with a gray-green bulletproof vest on the outside. The gun in his hand looked like a mercenary's. The mask was made of wool and was pure black, revealing only the eyes, nose and mouth. The shoes were also uniform combat boots.
They are organized and disciplined, unlike a makeshift team.
Jian Ruochen's whole body was tense.
With the hood on, you can’t see his face, so it’s hard to catch him.
The leading robber didn't even turn his head and said, "Gold is gold, pack it up and leave!"
The second brother said "Oh" and worked together with another person to pour a box of gold banknotes into the sack.
The robber leader looked around and his sight fell on a little girl huddled in a corner. "Grab a hostage."
At the bank counter, the staff had already pressed the emergency alarm button, but the West Kowloon Police Station was a bit far away and the response time was five minutes, but this group of people acted too quickly.
They couldn't last five minutes!
Jian Ruochen gritted his teeth and saw the big man in the lead grab the little girl in the corner by the hair.
The girl screamed, trembled suddenly, and cried out: "Mom! Mom!"
Her little red dress was rolled up in a tangle, and she looked disheveled, with tears all over her face.
Jian Ruochen's throat was choked.
no!
We can't let the robbers take the children away!
He just moved slightly, and heard the man in front of him say: "Boss, catch this, it will make a bigger fuss."
The second one who was carrying the gold banknotes pointed his gun at Jian Ruochen.
The robber let go of the little girl and walked in front of Jian Ruochen, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Criminal psychologist in West Kowloon?"
Jian Ruochen's throat rolled, "It's me."
The words of the second brother echoed in his mind - catch this and make a bigger fuss.
If you think about it carefully, banks have limited deposits of cash, and it is difficult to sell the stolen money after robbing it. Skilled robbers generally do not rob banks because it is not cost-effective.
Could it be that these people's purpose is not for money at all, but to attract attention and make a big deal out of it?
Why?
Jian Ruochen's eyes fell on the emptied suitcase, and he suddenly said, "I still have 50 million. Here it is."
He took out a spare ordinary bank card and threw it into the suitcase. "The password is six zeros."
No matter what these people were trying to do, the bank had already been robbed.
To be on the safe side, the sentence can be increased to life imprisonment.
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