Afterwards, according to statistics from relevant experts.

The direct economic losses caused by the attack alone were as high as 35 billion U.S. dollars, and casualties also caused losses of 14 billion U.S. dollars.

Site cleanup and salvage costs cost another $14 billion.

Including the US$30 billion worth of insurance compensation for the World Trade Center and the insurance compensation for the victims, the total loss has reached hundreds of billions of US dollars.

Secondly, this incident also caused a violent impact on the international financial industry.

There are many large banks, insurance, securities, accounting companies and other financial institutions in the World Trade Center. The fire caused them to lose a lot of property, employees and data.

Especially among them, many of the victims were senior managers of these companies.

For example, when the impact occurred, top economists from the American Economists Association were meeting inside, and they were all wiped out.

It can be said that thousands of top analysts, economists and traders were killed, and the impact on the financial markets in the United States and around the world was no less than a small war.

"May God bless those innocent friends"

Chen Weidong made a cross in front of himself. Although he was not responsible for the 911 incident, as a flesh-and-blood person, he would still feel a little uncomfortable seeing such things.

However, this idea did not remain in my mind for too long.

Chen Weidong just shook his head and quickly put these distracting thoughts aside.

The only task now is to escape victoriously and create a perfect ending.

Although the "plate" of international crude oil is large enough, with the support of 50 times leverage, US$500 billion is definitely not that easy to get out of.

Although funds from all over the world are taking the lead, the amount of funds they hold is too terrifying.

So much so that no one in the world could have imagined that someone would be bold enough to bet tens of billions of dollars on a mere eight-minute surge in crude oil!

If you have tens of billions of dollars in capital, you will have no pressure to escape when crude oil prices skyrocket and trading volume increases dramatically.

But for a massive sell-off of US$500 billion, there simply cannot be that many takers.

If you sell them all in one go, the skyrocketing crude oil prices will be brought down instantly.

This is a great test of the cooperation between traders.

Only by throwing in a planned way can the profit be maximized.

Most of the time, being able to sell half of your position at a high level is considered a sharp operation.

Chen Weidong did not call to inquire immediately.

Because this is someone else's office.

Although I don’t know how the Infinite Private Equity is going, the key members of the private equity have been performing well over the years, so I think the results this time will not be too bad.

"More than $50 billion?!"

Chen Jie didn't know when he walked to John Rockefeller Jr.'s computer and looked at the account balance on the screen. His mouth watered on the spot.

The leverage is crazy.

It only cost a mere billion dollars to make so much money.

John Rockefeller Jr. used US$1 billion to leverage 50 times, with a value of US$50 billion. The price of crude oil soared from US$15 to US$32, and his profit doubled.

That's $50 billion.

Seeing this bright red number in front of the computer, Chen Weidong almost burst out laughing.

The amount of money they paid was ten times that of Rockefeller.

What about rewards?

"How is it? Mr. John." Chen Weidong turned his head and looked at the old man beside him.

At this time, the price of international crude oil has dropped significantly, falling back to around US$18, and Infinite Private Equity should have been successfully eliminated.

Profit of 50 billion US dollars, this is the profit of the Rockefeller Foundation.

However, looking at John Rockefeller Jr. now, he seems a little unhappy.

Chen Weidong's heart skipped a beat. He almost forgot that John Rockefeller Jr. was an American. How could he be happy when the Pentagon was attacked?

"I would like to ask, did you already know the plan this time?"

John Rockefeller Jr. leaned on his crutches as a fulcrum and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His hawk-like eyes stared intently at the two young men in front of him, as if he would immediately take the most severe action if he discovered that they were lying.

In this case, no matter who it is, they will doubt whether Chen Weidong and others knew that this attack would happen.

There is even reason to suspect that there is some kind of connection between them.

Otherwise, it's just too much of a coincidence.

"If I said, I don't know, would you believe me?"

Chen Weidong let out a slight breath and sat back on the sofa. His face still had that calm expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking in his heart.

The atmosphere in the office became extremely depressing. Chen Jie, who was about to drink coffee to calm down his shock, did not dare to take a breath, and his hand holding the cup was trembling.

This is the United States. If these cold-blooded conglomerates secretly kill themselves, they don't even need a reason.

I have finally come to the end of all the hardships, but I haven’t enjoyed enough yet.

"I believe."

After a long time, John Rockefeller Jr. hunched over and finally spoke again.

Now that things have happened, he has no reason not to believe it, because he has already boarded Chen Weidong's pirate ship, and the Rockefeller Foundation has also made a lot of money from it.

"Mr. John, you don't have to be like this. I can assure God that this incident has nothing to do with us."

"I have long said that I am just a speculator from China." Seeing him softening, Chen Weidong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young man, you have shown me the wisdom and magic of the Orientals." John Rockefeller Jr. looked at Chen Weidong again and admired from the bottom of his heart.

Are there really people in this world who can predict the future?

"Mr. John, thank you for your help. If there is a chance, I think we will work together again."

Chen Weidong stood up and said polite words in a relaxed and cheerful manner. He couldn't wait to go back and ask Feng Yiwen how the profits were this time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wait, little guy, I am very interested in your company. The Rockefeller Foundation is willing to invest US$10 billion to acquire 5% of your shares."

However, at this moment.

The old man suddenly stopped the two people who were trying to escape and made a condition.

Since the consortium has provided them with cover, it is natural that they need equal exchange. There is no such thing as a free lunch. This is the way of business. The so-called gratitude is not as good as cashing in on the spot.

When did the Rockefeller Group ever engage in loss-making business?

"Oh, Mr. John. We need to return to China and discuss this with several shareholders of the company before we can make a decision."

Chen Weidong turned around, wailing in his heart, and almost ran away.

He didn't expect that John Rockefeller Jr. would take a fancy to his company, just like Lin Jiacheng did back then.

Sure enough, none of these capitalists have a fuel-efficient lamp.

According to his memory, the Rockefeller consortium already owns about 4% of Infinity Company's shares. If they are given another 5%, it will soon reach 10%.

He needed some time to sort out what profound impact this would have on the company's equity structure.

"You don't need to have too many concerns. Our consortium will not interfere with your company's operations. We can even provide you with some special help at certain times."

"After all, I think you should know better than me about China's situation."

"Social system determines social atmosphere"

John Rockefeller Jr. did not continue. Everyone is smart and should understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. John, I will consider it carefully." Chen Weidong nodded slightly. This is indeed a problem that Chinese private enterprises cannot escape.

But now, Infinite Company does not have such a crisis yet.

After saying that, he and Chen Jie took the elevator and quickly left the Rockefeller Building.

After they left, the old man turned to the assistant next to him and asked: "How much money did they transfer from our account?"

Gris bent down slightly and whispered a number in his ear.
Chapter completed!