I'm a manager at Heliansheng, I only look for legitimate businesses

“Well, that’s fine, as long as you guarantee that I have absolute control.

Also, if you are familiar with the foreign exchange market, you can look in this direction. The appreciation of the Japanese yen against the US dollar has been continuing.

My securities company has been operating the Japanese yen recently and has made billions of dollars in profit. According to expectations, the exchange rate is estimated to be 120 to 1." Zhang Wen said after taking a sip of wine.

"Are you sure?" Peterson asked in surprise.

Zhang Wen took another piece of paper from the coffee table, wrote down a number, and said, "You can contact this number. His name is Luo Minsheng, and he is the person in charge of the securities company."

"Okay, we'll be in touch." Peterson put it away solemnly.

"Okay, I have something else to do. You can ask Luo Minsheng to cooperate with you on the specific equity transfer. I still say that professional matters should be left to professionals." Zhang Wen drank the wine in his hand, tidied his clothes and left.

After explaining the connection with Blackstone Group to Luo Minsheng.

He accompanied Akina Nakamura in recording the English single "Someone like you".

Her deep voice is comparable to Adele's, but although Akina Nakamura can speak English fluently, she still lacks some flavor when singing English songs.

However, having suffered a deep emotional injury once, she can make up for it emotionally. Now she just needs to improve her singing skills and breathing.

"Mr. Wen, where are you?" The person on the other end of the phone was Xi Mijun, whom I hadn't contacted for a long time.

"Ajun, what's the matter?" Zhang Wencai asked after quickly walking out of the recording studio.

"Last time, that client wanted to talk to you about something urgent. How about just giving him your number directly?" Xi Mijun asked.

"Okay, I'm not in Hong Kong now, make it clear." It seemed that there was more business coming, so Zhang Wen readily agreed.

"Okay, wait a minute, he should be looking for you soon."

"kindness."

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Wen lit a cigarette, the satellite phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." The voice on the other end spoke in a very strange Cantonese accent.

"Yes, I am, and I can speak English." Zhang Wen replied in English with a frown.

"Oh, that's great. I'm Marco Rich. Sorry, my current identity doesn't make it convenient for me to go to the United States to see you." The other party said after introducing himself.

"Haha, I know you. If you have anything to say, just say it." It turned out that Xi Mijun's customer was him. Well, anyone who could have such a high throughput before must not be an ordinary person.

Mark Rich is a legendary figure, a businessman who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

He has always been operating in the gray area, but the people he deals with are all big shots.

He is an oil tycoon who can help a sovereign country solve the oil crisis with just one phone call.

However, he is now wanted by the US FBA and is no longer in the US.

He is a person that even the United States wants to kill but cannot, and he is protected by many countries.

"I know you have a very good relationship with China. My client wants to visit China. I wonder if you can help convey his message to him." Marco Richie said.

"Sure, it's very easy to visit someone." He was just going to visit, why did he come to me, Zhang Wenqi asked.

"..Haha, it's not that simple. The other party is Prince Sultan of the Shah Empire. Now there is no diplomatic channel between Warsaw, so I can only find you." Marco Rich explained.

"Oh~~~, that's no problem, we can just cross the border through Hong Kong.

But may I ask, what exactly do you want to do?

This way, I can explain it to you." Hearing that it was a big shot from the Shah country, Zhang Wen suddenly realized, and then his expression quickly became serious.

"Well~~~~Then let me ask, is China's medium- and long-range missiles for sale?" Markrich asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Wen shuddered all over. It came, it came, this thing fell on him.

"Wait for my call." After saying that, Zhang Wen hung up the phone.

"Huff, huff, huff~~~~" After Zhang Wen took a few quick breaths, he pressed the dial button with slightly trembling fingers.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, how are you? Where are you having fun now?" Li Wenlong asked jokingly from the opposite side.

"I'm discussing business in the United States. There's something important. Find a safe place and I'll tell you." Zhang Wen said seriously.

"Well, wait a moment." Seeing Zhang Wen so serious, Li Wenlong quickly moved to another place.

"Okay, go ahead." Li Wenlong replied.

"The Shah wants to buy medium- and long-range missiles, and the other side's Prince Sultan wants to pay a secret visit to China." Zhang Wen also found a deserted place before speaking.

"Are you sure? This is no joke." Li Wenlong's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a very serious tone.

"Sure. As far as I know, the other party has prepared tens of billions of dollars in funds, but everything must be kept strictly confidential and conducted in private." Zhang Wen assured again.

"Huh~~~, wait a moment, I'll report right away." Li Wenlong said after taking a long breath.

"Well, as soon as possible. The other party is waiting for our initial reply." Zhang Wen reminded.

"Understood!" Li Wenlong said and hung up the phone.

Zhang Wen held the phone tightly and smoked continuously to calm himself.

Chapter 264: Planting a Flag in the Middle East

Since the 70s, the Middle East has become a powder keg.

The reason is simple: there is huge wealth buried under this land.

Oil, the industrial gold, has staggering reserves.

The Shah Empire, in particular, not only had the largest reserves in the world at the time, but it was also very easy to mine.

To put it more exaggeratedly, as soon as you dig with a hoe, oil will gush out like a spring, and its extraction cost is the lowest among all oil-producing countries in the world.

Zhang Wen had to admit this point, it was indeed much easier to extract than his Davis oil.

It is no exaggeration to say that the cost is only US$2 per barrel, which means you can make money without even doing anything.

When people have money, the first thing they consider is safety. Anyone walking on the street with a large amount of cash will look like a thief to everyone around him.

Similarly, the situation in the Middle East has indeed made the wealthy dog ​​owners feel that there are thieves all around them, which is really worrying.

The first was several Middle East wars, in which Israel and the Serbian countries won great victories.

The kings were so angry that they were fuming.

Then there is the Iran-Iraq War that has just broken out, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.

And the dictatorial bearded man would go to the turbaned brothers to beg for alms every few days.

If it was just giving money, it would be nothing, but the Shah, this rich man, was always worried that sooner or later he would be dragged into the quagmire of the Iran-Iraq war and unable to get out.

However, theoretically speaking, the Shah is an ally of the United States, and its security is backed by the United States, so there should not be any major problems.

But the United States has more than one ally in the Middle East, including its arch-enemy Israel and other countries, which are also its staunchest followers.

If we count on our fingers, apart from having more money, the wealthy countries are less important than Israel in the eyes of the United States in other aspects, including politics, economy, finance, etc.

Faced with such a double threat, Shah, a wealthy man, was envied by others even though he had so much money in the 80s.

However, this urgent situation plunged the Shah into a long-term and serious lack of security anxiety.

There is only one way to solve this problem.

Having a weapon of enormous power, a national treasure, is a weapon that people must consider the consequences before attacking.

In fact, before seeking Chinese missiles, the dog tycoon did find the United States, but unfortunately, he only got two words: "Not for sale!"

What the dog tycoon wants to buy is only the Lance medium-range ballistic missile, which has a range of only 120 kilometers and has extremely limited deterrent effect.

But even the United States is unwilling to sell this model (bbff).

Of course, Israel is involved.

Looking around the world now, there are only three countries that have medium-range ballistic missiles: the United States, Russia, and China.

The United States won't sell it, and Russia, as an ally of its mortal enemy Iran, will certainly not sell it either.

In desperation, Mr. Gou had an idea and remembered that he had cut off Markchili's oil supply before.

Makchili seems to have purchased oil from the mysterious Eastern power.

What are you waiting for? Prince Sultan immediately contacted Makchiri and asked him to facilitate this tentative inquiry.

After anxiously waiting for several hours, Zhang Wen's satellite phone finally rang.

"Sell it, but how to sell it and how to use it all need to be discussed face to face." Li Wenlong's tone was slightly tired but excited.

"I understand. I'll reply and will definitely go to Hong Kong to discuss it. I'll take care of the security and confidentiality." Zhang Wen said.

"Well, only you can do this." Li Wenlong said.

“Mr. Mark Rich, reply, sell!

However, both parties need to sit down and discuss how to trade and other related issues in the future. "Zhang Wen replied immediately.

"Hahaha, that's great, as long as it's sold, then we can talk. Thank you, Mr. Zhang, and we'll keep in touch." Mark Rich really put in a lot of effort to make this happen, and now that he has received a satisfactory answer, he is as excited as a child.

After finishing his conversation with Mark Rich, Zhang Wen also breathed a sigh of relief, but he still needed to think carefully about how to make this happen next.

This deal is too important.

Not only will it allow the country to earn a large amount of foreign exchange, but it will also allow China to plant a flag in the Middle East in the future and dominate the direction of some events. This is a benefit that cannot be measured by money.

As long as the Chinese army can control the right to launch missiles as in the original time and space, China will be able to have a share of future Middle East affairs.

It is not impossible to gain control of the mining rights of some oil fields.

However, it will take more than one or two days or one or two months to advance this matter. It will probably take at least one or two years.

Then what should we do next?

The rooftops of two connected residential buildings in a residential area in New York.

The crew of Rumble in the Bronx is currently filming here.

Today a scene will take place that will go down in film history.

The storyline is that Cheng Long is chased by a biker gang to the rooftop of the fifth floor, and he has to jump from the rooftop to the external balcony on the fourth floor opposite.

The five-story residential building is 8 meters high, with a 3-meter height difference between it and the building opposite. The distance between the two buildings is 8.53 meters.

Although there is a thick air cushion in the aisle below for protection, it is hard to say how much of a role the air cushion will play in the event of an accident.

After all, there are various sharp protruding objects such as iron frames and iron fences between the two buildings, and it would be a serious matter if they were rubbed against each other.

Although Zhang Wen knew that this jump would land perfectly, he still arrived at the scene with some worries.

The main reason is that there is no way to tie wires to the body, so it is a real jump without any stunt double or protection.

Not only Zhang Wen was present at the scene, but also the leading female role Mei Gu and the second female role Ye Yuqing.

The two people standing next to Zhang Wen saw that the camera was in place and Cheng Long was about to start running. They both moved closer to Zhang Wen involuntarily, and Mei Gu even grabbed the corner of his clothes with her hand.

"Be careful!" Zhang Wen shouted nervously.

Cheng Long just turned around, smiled, and made an OK gesture.

"Boom boom boom~~~"

Cheng Long stepped on the roofs of several cars and jumped up.

"Yeah~~~"

"Ah~~~"

He jumped, he really jumped. The second player next to him hid directly behind Zhang Wen, not daring to look.

"Wow~~~"

"Hahaha~~~"

"Success!"

"Papa papa~~~~"

There was no surprise and it was a success at once. Cheng Long even turned around and shook his butt towards everyone.

However, only ten minutes later, Cheng Long made another surprising move.

"Why jump again?" Zhang Wen asked.

"I jumped early and the director didn't say 'start' yet." Cheng Long said helplessly.

"Have you taken a picture? Can it be used?" Zhang Wen frowned when he heard it.