Mixed in 1980

Chapter 343 The True Dragon

"You really want to be the King of Hong Kong!"

Xin Yingjie rubbed his face and said irritably, "You can discuss the specifics of how we should make our appearance with Director Han later. The higher-ups have already given instructions and will fully cooperate with you."

The car quickly entered the Repulse Bay Hotel.

After arranging everyone's check-in, Chen Fan chatted with Director Han for a while, explaining in detail the things that needed to be done that evening, and they reached a consensus.

After everything was settled, Chen Fan treated everyone to dinner before taking his leave to prepare for the evening banquet, taking Xin Yingjie with him.

As he got out of the car, Xin Yingjie clicked his tongue and said, "You really know how to enjoy life. You actually brought a Suzhou-style garden here. It must be unique in Hong Kong."

“This place used to be magnificent, but your sister-in-law thought it was too tacky, so she demolished it and rebuilt it.”

Chen Fan led the people inside and instructed the servants to serve tea: "It was bought in 84. Back then, the price was cheap, only a little over 2000 million Hong Kong dollars. Now it has increased more than tenfold."

"Real estate is definitely profitable!"

Xin Yingjie raised the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help but laugh: "I listened to you back then and sold the Moutai liquor to buy a house. The house price has increased several times over."

Chen Fan took out a cigarette from the drawer and tossed it to Xin Yingjie: "House prices in the mainland will continue to rise for another 20 years. Sell your houses in a few years and buy new ones. Don't let them become old and dilapidated."

Xin Yingjie took it and pointed directly: "Let's talk about it after the new millennium. Real estate development hasn't reached that stage yet. That bastard Chen Jianye has been tinkering with houses lately."

"How has he been lately?" Chen Fan frowned.

Of all his roommates, the one he was most worried about was Chen Jianye. Back in 1992, that bastard even took his wife to Beijing for a few days.

Based on the conversation at the time, there seemed to be no problem.

Xin Yingjie shook his head slightly: "Working in local areas, interpersonal relationships are too complicated. You know him, he's driven and always wants to get things done."

"It's best not to get involved!" Chen Fan sighed.

Xin Yingjie nodded and said, "He probably won't ask for money. Everything else is fine. Let's just wait and see. When you're in the world, you're not in control of your own destiny."

Shaking his head, Chen Fan changed the subject: "That bastard Cao Yang is so much better. He didn't just marry a wife, he married a powerful patron."

"Those are real thighs!"

Xin Yingjie clicked his tongue in envy and said, "Who would have thought that when he was in school, that guy chased after one girl, got dumped once, and then hit the jackpot after graduation and is now a branch manager?"

Chen Fan nodded and said, "I'll trick him later!"

Xin Yingjie wholeheartedly agreed. Of all the students in college, Cao Yang had the most flaws. He would cry every time he broke up with someone, and everyone wrote about it in their diaries.

Before Chen Fan and Xin Yingjie could even act, Sun Ping'an had already put his plan into action. That guy had returned to the Northwest and was short of money everywhere, needing loans, so he would swindle Cao Yang every now and then.

Cao Yang had previously complained: "That bastard Lao Sun, he looked the most naive when we were in school, but after graduation he turned out to be the most cunning and shameless."

Nowadays, Cao Yang dislikes Sun Ping'an the most.

Every time Sun Ping'an comes to him, he goes straight to his house to kill people. Is that something we can do? If not, then I'll have to have a good chat with my sister-in-law about what happened back then.

We chatted about some interesting things, and the sunlight was already turning red.

Da Liu had already arrived, carrying two bottles of wine. Chen Fan gave him a disdainful look: "Why are you still imitating Westerners?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back later."

Da Liu placed the wine on the wine cabinet and said sarcastically, "A 1990 Romanée-Conti. This stuff is hard to find. I wouldn't normally give it away to just anyone."

"Foreign devils are swindling people. They sell a bottle of liquor for tens of thousands of yuan. They only fool people like you who don't value money. Moutai is much more reliable."

You should just drink Moutai!

Liu Jianxiong shook his head. After spending time with him, he realized that Chen Fan wasn't interested in Western things, especially Western luxury goods.

A short while later, Young Master Hua also arrived.

Compared to Liu Cixin, Hua Sanshao was much more practical, carrying only a fruit basket: "You came all by yourself this time, I'll take you to relax tonight?"

Chen Fan sighed, "Come on, we're not from the same world. Let's get down to business. The assets in the former Soviet Union are being sold off. You two have received the money, right?"

Hua Sanshao lit a cigarette and said, "After all these years, we've finally seen a return on our investment. We should celebrate."

Chen Fan's lips twitched, showing considerable disgust.

This guy only has one way of celebrating: he invites a bunch of beautiful women to play games, and he'll take anything, good or bad, without any moral compass.

As we chatted, more people gradually arrived.

Li Hongying, Huo Yingdong, Li Zhaoji, Dong Chuanwang, Zhao Chuanwang... as well as Zhou Wenya, Yu Jing, and Wu Zhijie of Xinghuo Investment.

Chen Fan waited until almost everyone had arrived before asking Xin Yingjie to go and bring Han Ting over.

The official representative will definitely be the last to appear.

Old Huo looked at Chen Fan: "Such a big commotion, are they going to target the British again? I said last time, it's just a matter of money and effort, a word is all it takes."

Chen Fan teased, "Look at Comrade Huo's awareness, it's extraordinary, even I, a native of Beijing, can't catch up."

Old Huo laughed heartily: "I just want revenge. Every single one of you here, I was the one who got the worst treatment from those British guys." Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

That's absolutely true. When the Korean Peninsula was fighting with the big boss, the US, Britain, a vassal of the US, imposed an embargo on Hong Kong, preventing the transport of supplies to the mainland.

Old Huo was tough and insisted on using various methods to transport goods to the mainland, which offended the British and made it impossible for him to establish himself in Hong Kong for a time.

"If we succeed this time, we guarantee you'll regain both your pride and dignity."

Chen Fan took out cigarettes and offered them to everyone. He then told the servants to leave and the bodyguards to stand guard outside the door before giving Zhou Wenya a wink.

Zhou Wenya understood, took out a folder, and handed out the documents to everyone, which turned out to be a confidentiality agreement.

Chen Fan touched his nose and coughed lightly, saying, "I've invited everyone here today to discuss something quite important. Many details need to be kept confidential, so please understand."

"Today's events are related to Hong Kong's strategy, so please keep your mouths shut," Director Han added calmly.

He's here today to play the bad cop.

As expected, as soon as he said that, everyone wisely picked up their pens and signed their names on the confidentiality agreement.

After signing, Zhou Wenya carefully collected all the documents and then took out a stack of documents to distribute: "Everyone can take a look at the materials first. This is our first target today."

These are all materials related to Moxi Valley.

The economic indicators were very clear, and there was also an analysis from the accountant. Everyone present was a shrewd businessman, so how could they not understand Chen Fan's intentions?

Harvesting in Mexico!
Among everyone present, only Chen Fan had this kind of thinking. Ordinary people didn't have such a broad mindset, and even before Chen Fan conquered other countries, no one had this idea.

Who would go against a country?

Especially someone like Chen Fan, who typically treats a country like a leek to be harvested, this kind of thinking only exists in large countries. Such a true dragon cannot be born in the small Hong Kong.

"I believe everyone understands now, right?"

Chen Fan smoked two cigarettes in a row, and only spoke up after everyone had seen enough: "Old Li, among our group, you're the most savvy when it comes to finance. Why don't you tell us what you think?"

Li Zhaoji was speechless, then said irritably, "Who can beat you at playing the financial game? If you want to profit from Mexico, I'll definitely go with you. Nobody complains about having too much money."

"Tell me, how do you plan to harvest it?"

"Quick in and out, make a quick buck in the foreign exchange market. This is a safe approach, but you can't earn too much. Mexico's foreign exchange reserves are only a little over 200 billion US dollars."

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, everyone present rolled their eyes.

Listen to this, is this even human language?
More than 200 billion US dollars, using the word "only". If it weren't for the British bringing you up, the world's richest person would only have assets of more than 200 billion US dollars.

But Chen Fan is qualified to say that, as he has far more cash on hand than that amount.

"Why are you rolling your eyes? The Americans have their eyes on it too. We'd be lucky if we could get half of those 20 billion dollars. With so many of us, we won't get much."

"I plan to do the same thing I did with the former Soviet Union."

"We can quickly enter and exit the currency market to make a quick profit, while simultaneously acquiring assets in Mexico, then selling them off after a year or two to make another quick buck."

“Everyone should unite, contribute money and manpower, and invest and borrow money in Moxi Valley under various pretexts, and then distribute the profits according to the proportion of investment.”

That's how they took over the Soviet Union back then.

Whether it was Chen Fan, Hua San, or Da Liu, they all contributed money and manpower to follow the official channels, and then shared the profits together. Their cooperation was always very pleasant.

"I have no opinion!"

Li Hongying tapped the table lightly and took the lead in stating, "Let's calculate the exact amount of funds needed later. If it's an investment, my garment factory would be a good fit."

Old Huo agreed, saying, "Investing in hotels, real estate, and logistics parks are all viable options. The resources are readily available; just give me the figures later."

Li Zhaoji sarcastically said, "It's not like we need to make an actual investment. We just need to find a pretext and invest the initial funds. Moxigou is not trying to develop the automobile industry, so everything is already in place."

Hu Yingxiang joked, "That's right. If I want real assets, I'll get into real estate and infrastructure. I can't exactly go to Mexico to invest in those things. I'll just package a few shell companies."

"You can open a bank there."

"Hang Seng is readily available. Just set up a few branches there, raise interest rates to attract deposits, and you can still get a lot of funds."

……

With everyone talking at once, the matter was quickly settled. The people present were all top tycoons in Hong Kong, and the resources they could mobilize were beyond imagination.

It's all a scam—a fake investment, a real loan.

Finally, it's about investing and taking a stake. The government takes 30%, Chen Fan takes 20%, and the remaining 50% is divided among the others. The percentages may seem small, but the returns will definitely be substantial.

This is a harvest measured in "tens of billions of dollars," and even a 1% share would yield at least 1 million dollars.

"Everyone agrees, so it's settled. We'll start allocating manpower and funds tomorrow to focus on this task. We only have a maximum of six months left."

Chen Fan took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag: "Harvesting Mexico is just an appetizer. The main event is about to begin, a major financial war."

“You have spent a long time in Hong Kong, and you should have a better understanding of the British and their style of colonizing the country.”

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