Reborn Wealth America

October 18, 2018.

Dong X Jing.

The streets here are no different on weekdays, they are still lively and crowded with people everywhere.

The splendor of Ginza and the bustling of Tsukiji Market, the 23 districts of this city have their own functions.

One of the most populous metropolitan areas in the world, its prosperity can be seen by people who have been here for the first time.

In the city, high-rise buildings rise from the ground, clean and spacious roads, beautiful green streets, lush trees on both sides of the road, colorful flowers, the city is beautifully decorated, convenient transportation, convenient shopping, attractive Countless tourists.

At night, the thousands of lights here are bright, and the tall buildings are suddenly dressed in jewel-inlaid clothes, and the streets are turned into shining galaxies.

Yohji Yamamoto stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the CBD central office, looking far away, and saw row upon row of buildings in the distance. Vehicles shuttled through the crisscross streets and pedestrians kept coming and going.

This is a symbol of vitality.

But Yamamoto Yohji now feels that his vitality seems to be gradually losing, losing, and never being able to replenish it.

Because of the number on the screen behind.

It made Yamamoto Yoji the idea of ​​smashing the glass open and jumping down.

The number behind is: 8.2469!

In front of this number are a few Chinese characters, translated into English or Chinese, it is Norwegian Kroner dollars.

These are these two currencies, that is, the exchange rate of the currency pair today, that is, the exchange rate.

Originally, the Norwegian Krone and the US dollar had little to do with Yohji Yamamoto, who was far away in the same country.

But who told him to be the leader of one of the special economic action groups of the central bank, he is in charge of billions of dollars in funds.

"Master Yamamoto!" Yoji Yamamoto's deputy was crying, and walked behind him, and said in a voice almost crying: "Already...has...had been counted!"

Yohji Yamamoto fell on deaf ears.

The assistant knows that his boss is very uncomfortable, but as an assistant, he still has to perform his duties.

"We entered a total of 6.8 billion U.S. dollars... These are all margin accounts with leverage multiples! This money... all was lost..."

"In addition to the 6.8 billion U.S. dollars... we also transferred 1.2 billion U.S. dollars from other special economic action teams..."

"The 1.2 billion U.S. dollars came in because they used their own funds... not much loss, we still have 820 million funds left! A loss of 380 million U.S. dollars."

"Our total loss is..."

"7.18 billion dollars!"

Yamamoto's assistant almost cried out this number. When he called out the last number, Yamamoto's body, who had been turning a deaf ear, trembled.

Then slowly fell back.

"Master Yamamoto!"

"grown ups!"

"Master Yamamoto, what's wrong with you?!"

"Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

"Master Yamamoto! Hold on!"

"..."

A messy noise sounded, and Yamamoto Youji, who had been in shock and unconscious, was helped out of the office by his men and rushed to the hospital for first aid.

But this is not over yet.

What awaits this special economic action team is the tragic fate of the future.

As the instigator, commander, and initiator of this sniper attack, Yamamoto's responsibility cannot be offset.

But how can the other members of these special operations economic teams be spared?

tonight.

Many tragic things will happen here.

But in this huge metropolitan area of ​​Dadong x Beijing circle.Such tragic things happen every day and every hour. As the country with the highest suicide rate in the world, as one of the cities with the highest suicide rate.

Sanitation workers here can often be in the corner, or in some rental houses, or under some high-rise buildings.

Find the bodies of some poor people.

…………

…………

It is different from the tragedy that happened inside the CBD building of Dongxjing Yiben Central Bank in a different time zone.

Los Angeles.

Downtown Los Angeles.

In Wells Fargo’s CBD building, the temporarily leased office is now full of howling wolfs.

The sound of roaring, cheering, howling, celebrating, and even smashing things kept ringing in the office.

In the huge office area, dozens of so-called gentlemen who usually look well-dressed are almost all howling crazy now.

This howl was not the kind of tragic sound.

There was a sense of ecstasy in it.

These dozens of people all left their jobs and surrounded a young man.

Seeing this old man, engrossed, playing games on an Apple ultra-thin super laptop.

Unlike these Ivy-graduated elites who are constantly howling wolves, the spirit of men really seems to be all in the game in the notebook.How can this group of people howl and celebrate, how to use worshiping eyes and worship language to initiate worship to him.

Some people even knelt down with excitement, as if they were respecting their Lord.

But the man remained indifferent.

Continue to manipulate a female blood elf on the ultrabook and fight in a five-person random book.

This situation has continued until.

quack……

The ultra-thin Apple notebook made a strange noise, then the screen went black, and the game screen was kicked out immediately.

the computer is down.

"Fxxk! Rubbish Apple laptop!"

The man stood up and cursed, smashed the notebook, threw it away, turned his head, and smiled at the 58 financial elites who were howling wolves, and the two beautiful secretaries behind him were about to kneel down and sing for him to conquer. Look.

He put a finger to his mouth and hissed softly, then his voice was very soft: "Everyone, be quiet."

It's like a miracle, restless, and the group of elites who are about to overturn the ceiling of this office area are like being pressed by the time stop button.

There was a moment of silence, silent.

People who didn't know thought they had come to Silent Hill.

The man shrugged: "What's the big deal? Isn't it another victory? To me, victory is as simple as eating and drinking water. Because I am the only husband of the goddess of victory!"

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers again.

"Everyone! Tonight TIME continues! Those beautiful girls should miss you! Send your comfort! The time has come to show the charm of your men!"

"Cheers!"

After he said the last word.These dozens of elites in the financial circle, and the top students who graduated from the Ivy League made a shocking cry.

One of the clever golden-haired guys squeezed into the crowd, yelled, bowed directly to him, and shouted: "You are the master of the foreign exchange market! We are willing to follow your glory! Lord, please accept Your lamb!"

After this clever boy did this.

After a moment of stunned emotions, these guys who couldn't express their emotions all followed the same pattern. They knelt down around the men in the middle, shouting praises that sounded like a cult.

The atmosphere reached its highest point in an instant, and the carnival atmosphere made these people almost climax.

This originally belonged to the core area of ​​the Wells Fargo Bank CBD building.

Now it seems to be a scene of a cult preaching.At this time, if the cheers of them are eliminated and some weird music dubbed, then some camera effects will be added.

A proper mission scene is still kind of evil.It's almost the same as the demons in the fantasy novels charming believers.

When one of Wells Fargo's West Coast chiefs, Alpha, Wells Fargo's vice president, and John Mellon, senior manager, received the news, they came in excitedly.

What I saw was such a weird scene.

"Why are you kneeling?"

John Mellon asked in surprise.