Mixed in 1980

Chapter 389 The End
What does it mean to overcome all techniques with sheer force?

It means that no matter how many moves the opponent comes up with, we just smash it with one hammer and that's it.

That's how Hong Kong's financial market works. International speculators can do whatever they want, but the Hong Kong Monetary Authority only has one strategy: if you sell, I'll buy, and we'll see who wears out the other first.

With over US$2000 billion in foreign exchange reserves in Hong Kong and mainland China, and Chen Fan also having a large amount of reserve funds, international speculators simply couldn't cause any trouble.

As long as someone sells, someone will buy.

The stock price continued to rise, and the Hang Seng Index also climbed steadily. International speculators had no choice but to admit defeat and liquidate their positions.

The real battle ended in two days.

In an interview with American media, Soros launched a tirade: "We should have won, and it's all Hong Kong's and China's fault."

"They lack the spirit of free trade and disregard trade rules. They should be condemned by the whole world and must be excluded from world trade."

"I don't like Chinese people!"

After his rant, Soros led international speculators to turn their attention to Russia, unaware that an even more unscrupulous figure had emerged from nowhere.

"Fuck... Damn Hong Kongers, damn Chinese..."

Peng Dingkang smashed the television again, roaring, "They are a bunch of uncivilized barbarians, a barren wasteland without civilization."

"Freedom, openness, shit..."

After finishing his rant, Peng Dingkang slumped down, knowing that he was finished, that his political future had come to an end, and that there was no possibility of ever getting close to the core of power again.

British capitalists also wore long faces.

Ever since Chen Fan officially appeared in Hong Kong, Hong Kong has become their nightmare, where they have suffered repeated defeats.

Starting in 1985, the company was forced to sell its port, telecommunications, power, and gas businesses to Chen Fan, and was gradually eroded until it could no longer even keep its banks.

Now it's even worse!

With massive amounts of capital trapped in Hong Kong's real estate market and the financial war crumbling, British capital's international influence is bound to plummet.

The culprit behind all this is currently throwing a grand celebration banquet, having booked the entire Peninsula Hotel to entertain Hang Seng's shareholders and all the employees involved in the operation.

"There are no bosses, no employees, and no rules here today. Everyone can eat, drink, and have fun," Chen Fan instructed before leaving the matter to others.

Since last year, they have been reaping profits in Southeast Asia, Japan and South Korea, and have also faced off against Soros in three matches in Hong Kong under tremendous pressure. Everyone is exhausted.

But it's all worth it!

The value of this place has nothing to do with the boss or Hong Kong; it's purely about themselves. They received all the bonuses they were entitled to, and everyone made a fortune.

The same goes for the shareholders of Hang Seng Bank. Since they started profiting from Siam, each of them has become quite wealthy, enough to rank among the top on the international stage.

People don't deny that wealth is obtained by exploiting human blood, but there's no problem with exploiting foreigners.

Especially in the last battle, the results were second only to those in Singapore.

The two buy orders were placed at 8000 points for the first order and 7200 points for the second order. The Hang Seng Index was at 8600 points at the time of settlement.

For every point the price rises, a long position yields a profit of HKD 50.

The first long position bought in rose 600 points, netting a profit of HK$3; the second long position bought in rose 1400 points, netting a profit of HK$7.

Cheers, everyone!

Chen Fan raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp: "The money from Singapore has already been distributed, and the money from reaping profits from Japan and South Korea, as well as the money from targeting international speculators in Hong Kong, is still there."

What should we do with this money?

"I have two options here. Please listen to them first, and you can choose whichever you prefer in the end."

Upon hearing this, Old Huo laughed and said, "Two plans, one to split the profits, and the other to continue investing. You have other goals, kid. Which country are you going to exploit this time?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes at him: "You're always thinking good things. Financial crises are something you can only happen to once in a lifetime.

He lit a cigarette and looked around: "Just like Old Huo said, the first thing is to divide the money, and the second is to invest it in another industry."

"The industry is familiar to everyone; it's real estate."

“We previously trapped foreign capital in the real estate market. Now that the economic crisis is over, it’s time to liquidate these foreign investments.”

"Hang Seng and Standard Chartered have a large amount of loans from these foreign banks, and now they are insolvent. The foreign banks are not only unable to repay the loans, but they are also struggling to pay the interest."

"Let's continue?" Old Huo asked in surprise.

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "I estimate there will be a premium to settle the accounts of HSBC and Standard Chartered, and then the banks will be handed over to the higher-ups."

HSBC and Standard Chartered were originally what the higher-ups wanted; Chen Fan was just acting as their agent in the acquisition. However, the banks' accounts were in terrible shape, indicating insolvency.

Once a run on the bank occurs, it will trigger a financial crisis.

If we hand it over to the higher-ups now, we certainly won't be able to liquidate the foreign investment. Rather than that, we might as well do it ourselves and first strip away this part of the debt.

"You're giving everyone a treat."

Old Huo took a sip of his drink and chuckled, "The future of the real estate market is bright. If there's an opportunity to acquire property, I certainly won't miss it. How should we proceed? Should we acquire individually, or should we join forces?"

"A new company will be established based on the previous shareholdings."

Chen Fan nodded slightly and looked around at everyone: "Everyone, feel free to share your thoughts. Whether you participate or not is up to you, since it's a premium acquisition."

Li Zhaoji quipped, "When it comes to making money, I'll definitely go for it. Back then, when foreign investors bought land and buildings, the entry price was only 6 to 7000 Hong Kong dollars. It wouldn't take more than a few years for the price to rise." The others nodded in agreement.

Everyone understands that Chen Fan is dividing up the pie; buying it will only bring profit, not loss.

This is why everyone respects Chen Fan; they work together on tasks and share the benefits, unlike some people who only think about hoarding their own gains.

"If no one has any objections, then it's settled. It will probably take one or two years to complete the liquidation. Anyway, the house price is low, so there's no rush."

After discussing business and enjoying food and drinks, the celebration banquet quickly came to an end, and Chen Fan got busy again, officially settling accounts with the British-controlled media.

Chen Fan spread the word through various channels that companies were not allowed to advertise in these media outlets, and that anyone who disobeyed would be dealt with.

His true colors as a rogue were on full display!

While many people complained, they admitted that these words carried considerable weight. Chen Fan controlled companies in ports, telecommunications, power, retail, and banking, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to destroy any of them.

Moreover, he has a group of allies, each with extensive connections and influence; very few people are blind to their own limitations.

Without advertising revenue, the media's income was cut off. But Chen Fan was even more ruthless, frequently cutting off power to the printing plant, resorting to almost any means necessary.

For this, these people scolded Chen Fan quite a bit.

They say he disrespects freedom of the press, disrespects freedom of speech, and acts like a thug in his monopolistic industry…

No matter how much criticism they receive, it won't change the fact that they are declining. Even if their backers are willing to spend money, they will slowly become third-rate media.

June is over so quickly!
The list of recipients of the Grand Bauhinia Medal was published in the Gazette. According to the original historical trajectory, there should have been five people this year, but now Zeng Ali and Zhao Yuanyuan have been added, making a total of seven recipients.

The awarding ceremony will be held in October!
Zeng Ali held the newspaper, her mouth agape: "I really got it, Chen Fan. We're going back to our hometown for the Spring Festival to pay respects to our ancestors this year."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Want to show off when we get back?"

Zeng Ali gave her husband a flirtatious look: "Is that not allowed? This is also considered resisting the Americans and the British. We should go back and tell our ancestors. Isn't that reasonable?"

"What an arrogant fool!" Chen Fan shook his head.

Zeng Ali snorted, "If you want to be arrogant, you have to have the capital. How many people in Hong Kong have received the Grand Bauhinia Medal? It's something that will be written into the history of Hong Kong."

After putting away the newspapers, Zeng Ali asked the servants to go out and buy dozens more copies. She could keep some for herself, give some to relatives and friends, and burn some for her ancestors.

After spending a night in Hong Kong and packing their luggage, the three of them set off back to Beijing. They had been away for more than a month and were already thinking about their mischievous kids back home.

As soon as I got home, I saw Yan Xi holding a feather duster, Yan Jin standing to the side with a look of dissatisfaction, and the others watching the show.

"Did the second brother get into trouble again?" Chen Fan asked curiously.

Xu Jinqiu touched his nose: "To be too clever for one's own good, to go against the natural order, to be insubordinate, to be unable to distinguish between the kings and queens..."

What are you talking about?

Chen Fan rolled his eyes at her and strode over: "Second brother, what did you do to offend your sister?"

Yan Jin glanced at her sister and quickly hid behind her father: "She can't do the problems herself, so I help her solve them, and then she beats me up."

"You're helping your sister solve her math problems?" Chen Fan was stunned.

Yan Xi is 13 years old and in the sixth grade. He will be starting junior high school in September. Yan Jin is 9 years old and in the third grade. And yet, he's helping her with the problems?

He must have caused trouble to get beaten up!

Yan Jin nodded and said, "That's right. I could have solved such a simple problem at a glance. She's stupid, but she won't let anyone say it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xi raised the feather duster to hit him again, which scared Yan Jin so much that he ran away and headed straight for his grandmother's house in the next yard.

Yan Xi chased after him, holding a feather duster.

"See? This is what happens when someone can't tell the difference between the king and the queen."

Xu Jinqiu walked over and said with a smile, "He dares to laugh at his sister just because he has a little bit of cleverness. It's not unjust for him to get a beating."

Chen Fan asked suspiciously, "Does he really know how to solve the problem?"

Xu Jinqiu hummed in agreement, “You know perfectly well that the second child learns things quickly from a young age; he could read books by himself when he was in kindergarten.”

"A genius?" Chen Fan asked doubtfully.

Xu Jinqiu pouted: "What are you thinking? He just learns things quickly, that's just a little cleverness. Look at him, he's the kind of person who needs to be taught a lesson."

Chen Fan smiled wryly. How dissatisfied was he with his son?

That being said, the second child was definitely not a good one. He was the kind of person who would climb on the roof and tear off the tiles if he wasn't disciplined for three days, especially after he started elementary school, when he reached the age that everyone disliked.

Only Yan Xi could handle him at home.

Xiao Wu is the same; he just needs to be disciplined. However, Xiao Jing Shu comes over to play with him every day, so he doesn't cause any trouble.

In contrast, the third child is much less of a worry.

The elders in the family all favored the third child, calling him their "good grandson," while treating the second and fifth children like two mischievous monkeys.

If we're talking about who's the most favored, it has to be the fourth prince.

The little girl isn't very smart and is lazy all day, but she's naturally sweet-talking and knows how to charm people, just like Zhao Yuanyuan, so no one can dislike her.

PS: The first update is here~
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