Chapter 711 Whose sin? (two chapters, ask for votes)

  From a financial point of view, New York City is one of the greatest cities in the world.

   Judging from the map, tens of trillions of dollars in overseas transactions are gathered in this small place every year, including the six major state-owned banks, and only their New York branch has the right to clear overseas dollar transactions.

Through tools like SWIFT and CHIPS, the United States is tied to every country that uses the dollar for commodity trade, every country that reserves dollar foreign exchange, and with this, the Federal Reserve can invent something unique in the world - unlimited Quantitative easing!

   Therefore, since 1998, after the trade surplus between China and the United States (the US-China deficit), Elite America did not take it seriously, because it was originally part of America's globalization strategy.

   Therefore, when we see a Chinese American from a short video showing off his country and discovering gold, don't be envious or bless, because every penny sent to him may have your blood and sweat!

  Elite America and the American public are not the same thing at all.

  In order to maintain domestic stability, through the unlimited quantitative easing policy, money was sent to the domestic people, and then inflation was pushed to the world...

At the moment before Tesla goes public, what Zhao Song wants to see is the representatives of these people, some people who are unimaginable to ordinary people, some of the most insidious, sinful, hypocritical, cunning, despicable, profit-oriented, and control the global economy on this planet. ...financial capital!

   What about Zhao Song? It is the industrial capital that is inherently weak in the face of financial capital.

  …………

  New York Stock Exchange Building.

  After going up two floors and making three corners, Tesla's huge listing team has been diverted a lot.

   The westerner who is in charge of leading the way is a typical WASP (white Anglo-Saxon) person, Zhao Song does not need to ask, he can tell from his typical face and the posture of holding his head up.

   It is more obvious that he did not take Zhao Song and his party to the destination. After turning the last corner, he pointed to a gate at the end of the road and blessed with a strange tone of yin and yang:

   "Mr. Nicholas, I wish Tesla a successful listing."

It doesn't matter if the tone is weird. Zhao Song has no time to be angry with such a small character. If there is no such a tea party, the chairman of the New York Stock Exchange would have to be a deputy to greet him. Who made him have to meet those financial bigwigs? This small character Maybe it's the assistant, secretary, or object of a particular sexual orientation of the boss...

   But he didn't have time to hold his breath, it didn't mean that the other party didn't react. When the leader saw Zhao Song ignoring him, he raised his hands without thinking, and pulled left and right on the corners of his eyes.

  “…”

   "Cough~"

   "Cough cough~"

   After a brief sluggishness, the people around Zhao Song responded one after another.

  Liu Ying shook her head with a wry smile and ran out quickly on her high heels.

  Ding Tao sighed, grabbed the other two executives, and turned around to ignore it.

  The security guards grinned and gathered around.

   The leader finally realized something and said quickly: "I am..."

   "Squinting?"

   Zhao Song asked with a smile. He took off his suit, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and picked up the trash can placed in the corridor. At this time, the security guard had locked the lead man, making him unable to move.

   "Have you watched "Wounded City"?"

   "What?" The leader who finally realized what was struggling desperately, "I tell you Nicholas, I belong to Mr. Y**..."

  “咣~”

   "Boom~"

  “…”

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Ying ran back panting with cleaning supplies and a brand-new shirt, ignoring the puddle of meat in the corner, she picked up a wet towel to wipe the blood on Zhao Song's face, and then waited for him to replace it. After taking a look at the blood-red shirt, he nodded in satisfaction after noticing anything unusual.

"boss."

  Smith Liu, a big Chinese lawsuit stick, gathered around him.

   Zhao Song explained calmly: "Sue him for attempted robbery, and let him die in his next life."

   "Understood." Smith Liu hesitated, "The people inside..."

   "Did that door ever open?"

"……No."

   "Then why are you hesitating?"

   After such a long time and such a big movement, the people inside didn't even care about opening the door, and that meat stall is not even a small role!

   Dismount Mawei?

   doesn’t count.

   Zhao Song shook his head, this is free America, even the president can do all kinds of unreliable things, let alone ordinary people.

   At this moment, the door at the end of the corridor finally opened, and a smiling Nancy appeared.

   Zhao Song was not surprised by her appearance. There were too many bigwigs behind her, so she could only represent her.

   "Zhao, come here quickly, it would be rude to keep everyone waiting for a long time."

   Of course, Aunt Nancy also ignored the mashed meat.

   "Here comes."

   Zhao Song greeted him with a bright smile, took Nancy's arm intimately, and walked into the mysterious door with her.

  “咣~”

  The door was closed, leaving Ding Tao and Liu Ying's people outside the door. No one but the parties involved would know what happened inside.

  …………

  Tea party in the United States usually has three expressions: coffee, cigars, and red wine. Considering Zhao Song's age and hobby, these old men and old ladies had to reluctantly give up the latter two. And he also provided him with instant coffee according to the taste of the young man.

  Meeting, chatting, drinking coffee, in addition to talking beyond the brain, this meeting is actually a public relations communication occasion, which is no different from the daily communication of ordinary people.

   Even Nancy took the rare opportunity to propose a group photo, which aroused the great interest of these old people.

   Of course, Zhao Song naturally waited for the big guys to stand on the side, and then he took the edge.

  "Nicholas~" The stock **** sitting in the middle of the first row suddenly stopped him, patted the vacant seat beside him, and said with a smile, "Young man sit here, let the outsiders see, we are still full of energy."

  “Haha~”

   "Hehe~"

   (end of this chapter)