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

Which is more important, gold or cash?

The ancients told us long ago: gold is valued in times of chaos, antiques in times of prosperity. Gold has very poor liquidity, and at this time, the price of gold is still very stable, not rising, and has even fallen somewhat.

Zhang San estimated that this would cost a lot of money; he was afraid that all the money he had earned would have to be spent.

How much money did he make from the devaluation of the pound?

He directly made over ten billion US dollars from futures, FTSE index futures, and foreign exchange, not counting the more than one billion US dollars he made from Midland Bank.

Basically, his funds have doubled.

However, this time, he may have to pay another three billion dollars, but that is acceptable, as that half-cubic-meter diamond is extremely valuable at this moment.

He is currently busy counting gold and diamonds, and a group of people are busy handling these things; they are already very skilled at it.

Meanwhile, to the north, Jim was chatting with a group of bearded men.

"Jim, our esteemed guest, I hope this will be another pleasant collaboration." The portly, bearded man in the middle sat there, raising his glass and drinking.

Jim sat there calmly, slowly sipping his red wine.

One of the younger men laughed and said, "Jim, your friend is very powerful. I believe that this last time, he will definitely complete the transaction as agreed."

"Of course!" Jim put down his glass, a smile spreading across his face.

The others remained silent, staring at him; the people sitting in the room were powerful figures from various places, all hoping to extract some cash from this place.

Jim laughed and said, "You don't need to worry. The next buyer is very powerful. His wealth is beyond your comprehension."

He had been living in this desolate villa for seven days. There was only one day left. If Zhang San didn't call him, he would have to call Zhang San. He had given these people half a month, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Just then, the phone on the coffee table rang. Everyone in the room immediately turned their attention to the phone.

Jim glanced around, and the obese, bearded man in the center gestured for him to answer the phone.

"Hi, okay, I got it."

Jim put down the phone and said in a low voice, "You may be disappointed with this deal. Your gold is too low in purity."

Everyone frowned, then looked at Jim with some displeasure, about to explode, when the fat, bearded man sitting in the center gestured for them to be quiet. He said, "Please continue."

"This time you can only bid $33.6 billion. After deducting my commission, you will get $30 billion."

These people, who were initially angry, suddenly smiled, more than they had expected.

"Dear Jim, we misunderstood you. You're right, your friend is very capable."

"So, how do we trade this time?" Jim gestured to their trading method.

"Hey Jim, you're our best friend, an honest man, and like your friend, a capable guy. We're hoping to use this money to acquire some assets overseas. My dear friend, do you have the ability? Would you be willing to take on this business?" The fat, bearded man in the center wanted the other party's help to acquire some assets, since money depreciates.

"Let me discuss it with my partners." With that, he picked up the phone and stated their demands in front of them.

Zhang San across the street was waiting for his call; he was using a satellite phone.

"Jim, tell them that my advice is that, if possible, don't think about investing in Europe and America; it's better to invest in mainland China. People from your hometown might confiscate their property." Zhang San paused for a moment and said, "If they insist on doing that, I dare not help them; the risk is too great, and they will take their anger out on me."

Zhang San would rather pay money than do this.

Jim recounted Zhang San's words in detail, and the people in the room fell silent. In their view, the mainland was too poor, while the glamorous world of Europe and America was what they longed for.

However, Zhang San's words also made them wary. Indeed, this was a possibility in Europe and America, because, putting themselves in their shoes, they would do the same thing.

"Actually, you could go to Hong Kong; it's a very nice place."

"Transfer the money to these accounts, and we'll think about it some more." In the end, the people in the room transferred the money to them first.

Upon receiving the news, he immediately took action. All his money was in a fund account, so transferring it out was very convenient, and it was all legal money.

Each time Zhang San made a successful transfer, it was confirmed. This was $33.6 billion, no small sum. The transfers alone took more than two hours, leaving him feeling quite thirsty.

After the transfer was completed, Jim called to express his gratitude.

Just as Zhang San had finished all his work and was about to relax, he received a call from North America around 5 a.m. that morning, telling him not to rush over because...

At noon on February 26, 1993, the World Trade Center was bombed.

The World Trade Center in New York City has 90 square meters of office space. Financial institutions and businesses from all over the world regard entering the World Trade Center as a symbol of entering the United States, and they all rent office space there.

The World Trade Center stands over 400 meters tall, offering panoramic views of New York City from its top. Therefore, visiting the top of the World Trade Center is a must-do activity for tourists from all over the world. Every day, the World Trade Center is teeming with visitors.

The World Trade Center attracted worldwide attention, naturally drawing the attention of terrorists. Consequently, it became a prime target for terrorist attacks.

When Zhang San received this news, he was shocked. He only uttered two words: "Holy crap!"

It's 1993 now, how come... wait a minute, it's an explosion, not a plane, how come I didn't know about this?

He slapped his forehead and realized that he was just a little kid back then, so of course he wouldn't have paid attention to this matter.

And isn't this a rehearsal by those people at this moment?! It turns out that what happened in 2001 was rehearsed in 1993. These terrorists are really cunning; they really know how to pick their targets.

Zhang San felt that the ancient Chinese people's thinking was truly amazing. For example, the idiom "no one is an exception" was perfectly used here! He needed to be careful and make sure not to go to these landmark buildings.

As he was lost in thought, he remembered his three super buildings. What if...? He was overthinking it. The mainland was still safe. At least before his rebirth, he hadn't heard of any major events.