Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

The more glorious they were in the past two years, the more miserable they are now; this is what Bao Shi Jie is all about. The debts they owed back then now need to be paid.

"I'll lend you money, and you can license these technologies to us. You can also pledge your shares to me as collateral. Once you've made money, you can pay me back."

Zhang San is a very easy person to talk to. He just wants those technologies, many of which are core technologies.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If that were the case, we wouldn't agree." The other party was very angry. He said, "We were fooled by you back then."

He said that if they hadn't signed that betting agreement, they wouldn't have lost $200 billion, which made them very upset.

Zhang San not only made 20 billion, but also another 20 billion. It can be said that he made a fortune. Just from the acquisition of Volkswagen in the stock market, Zhang San made 40 billion US dollars.

Now, Zhang San is using the money he earns from them to lend them money, not only mortgaging Bao Shi Jie but also some of his shares in Dazhong. This is not what they wanted to see in the first place. Moreover, he also wants the technology. How is this possible? They are not crazy enough to do this.

"Mr. Stephen, let's just let this go. We'd rather be acquired by Volkswagen. Goodbye."

Zhang San felt his trip had been in vain, and he asked his assistant, "Why did they change their minds?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I don't know why they did that."

"Well, since we're already here, and it's been a long time since I've been to Frankfurt, I've heard there are many exciting professions here."

Zhang San was talking about that kind of ancient profession. And believe it or not, one of his companies is an actor recruitment agency here.

In Europe, there are many actors who yearn for a better life and dream of becoming famous overnight.

"The companies here would rather be acquired cheaply than be acquired by us. It's a really strange place."

Zhang San complained to his assistant, who didn't say a word but just listened quietly.

Zhang San was merely passing through those places of ancient professions and had no interest in going further in. He wasn't so desperate as to be indiscriminate; he just wanted to see what it was like. He'd never seen anything like it before, and it seemed quite interesting.

"I've heard that doing this is legal. Does this really mean no one is committing a crime?"

"Tsk tsk, this girl is so young, is she still in college? I've heard some people say things like, 'College life is great!' Now I understand what they mean, hehe..."

The car went straight to the airport. He said, "WHAT'S OUT! What a coincidence, we've actually arrived at the airport. Let's book our tickets and leave. Maybe we're not welcome here."

Zhang San simply booked a plane to Paris, since it was the closest available flight.

After leaving Frankfurt, I arrived in Paris and was shocked by the black men there. It felt like I had arrived in Baiyun District of Guangzhou, where there are just as many black men.

"I have a feeling that in the near future, Europe might be taken over by black guys, and what was once white might become black."

The Europe he saw now was different from the one he had seen a few years ago; he felt it was much dirtier than the mainland.

"Hey, that park, I heard it's the largest market for the oldest profession, it's very famous." The tour guide pointed to those places and said, "The authorities have banned it many times, but it's been useless, it's still open."

Hearing her say that, Zhang San also felt that they were having a tough time. They must be forced by life to do what they could. They needed money to buy leaves and flour. They would find the greatest joy in that. As for whether they could afford to eat...

Those food donation trucks might come here by chance. For them, food is not the hardest thing to obtain; rather, leaves and flour are scarce resources.

He arrived in London again. Along the way, he felt much better after being rejected. Those people really made him angry. He wondered what had happened in between.

Indeed, history is not easily changed.

This is London, the City of London. Since we're already here, let's trade some gold to pass the time during this boring trip, get our blood pumping, and find some excitement. What could be more exciting than trading gold futures?

Zhang San was naturally aware of the recent gold price correction. Gold had fallen from over $990 per ounce, with occasional rebounds reaching $970-$980, but then dropped further, heading towards $850.

"Get ready, take out one billion US dollars, and ask those banks if they've done this deal, with ten times leverage."

This is a huge order. A billion dollars in margin, with ten times leverage, that's tens of billions of dollars. Would anyone take on such an order?

Of course there is; a few banks can pool their money and it will be enough.

In less than a day, four banks accepted Zhang San's order. For them, trading gold was much safer than trading futures, and they could still manage the 10% margin requirement.

"Hey, there's this Chinese guy who's incredibly rich. He's using a billion dollars to play the gold futures market. He's a crazy guy."

"The thoughts of the rich are beyond our comprehension. These banks can earn a lot of interest this time."

"Yes, but I overheard his bodyguards talking and learned that this Chinese man was rejected in Frankfurt, so he came to London looking for excitement."

His colleague, who speaks some Chinese, is now a bright and intelligent man. Perhaps to further his business, he has learned some Chinese and has actually mastered a great deal of it, being able to recognize most everyday words.

"Huh!? Is that even possible? Using a billion dollars for thrills?" he said. "I should do what you did and learn another language."

Ten billion US dollars quickly entered the market, doing nothing but buying gold, being bullish on gold, and kept buying. In the gold trading market of tens of trillions of dollars, ten billion US dollars is like a large wave, not causing any significant impact.

At around $855 an ounce, Zhang San went all in.

"Haha... The old saying is true: buy when prices are rising, not falling. It really didn't lie to me. Buying when prices are falling is just too easy."

His multi-billion dollar deal went unnoticed. After watching the market for a long time, he was exhausted, so he asked someone else to keep an eye on the market while he lay down to take a nap.

For several days in a row, gold has been oscillating in the 855-860 range. He himself is not in a hurry, but those watching the market are getting anxious.

But instead, he picked up the phone, found a few tough guys, and started making calls. He said into the phone, "I've made a fortune, aren't you coming over?"