Chapter 29: Shenxianyu’s economy is very fragile

The blush of the sunset dizzes the evening outfit of the city. Neon lights are connected one by one, and no one can tell how far it has continued, how much sorrow it has evoked about homesickness and life itself.

Ding Dong, open the door and an unexpected guest stood outside... "Sir, this is the package sent to you by Young Master Ai Meng." In the study of Song House in Hong Kong, the butler placed the "most primitive form of capital" in Wang Qibu's mouth in his hand on Song Chengfeng's desk.

"Oh? What the hell is this kid doing?" Song Chengfeng laughed and scolded.

"I think it's the Yanjing specialty, souvenir and other items given to you and your wife by Young Master Ai Meng." The housekeeper replied, with a humble smile on his face.

"Cheng Feng, I heard that Aimon had something to send to us." As he said, Betina walked into the study and asked.

"Yes. That's it, I haven't had time to tear it down yet." Song Chengfeng said, pointing to the package on the table.

"Maybe it's a surprise, maybe." Betina, who picked up the package and was not in a hurry to open it, said, "I don't know if Ai Meng lives in Yanjing."

"We must believe in Aimon's adaptability. Besides, when you call each night, didn't he always mention that he made two very good friends? It seems that we don't need too much care." Song Chengfeng comforted his wife, of course, there was also something about comforting himself.

Betina, who was busy unpacking the package, did not answer, but glared at Song Chengfeng with some angrily. The subtext should be "It's all your fault for insisting on sending her son away". But after seeing the things in the package, she couldn't stop talking, "Hey, what is this?" Betina asked after looking at the dozens of similar letters written in neat English in the package.

"Show me." As she said that, Song Chengfeng took the dozen in the package from his wife, and was still unsure what it was.

"Say hello to the respected Mr. Song Chengfeng and your wife, Princess Betina Windsor. My name is Wang Qibu, and I am a friend of your son. We are all Chinese, but we need to communicate in English. But considering that you should not know much about the simplified Chinese characters in the mainland, so please forgive Qibu's abruptness and absurdness.

Mr. Sir has a good vision. Sending Ai Meng to Yanjing at this moment is indeed a wonderful chess that can be attacked and defended by one step. Considering the special relationship between the Song family and the British royal family, in terms of courage, Mr. Sir is really a model for my juniors to learn from. Maybe he is disrespectful to you and your wife, but please forgive me for being frank; the UK cannot protect Hong Kong. Therefore, the future development direction of the Song family must be in the mainland. Hong Kong's geographical environment determines the singularity of the Song family's development. It relies too much on import and export trade. The financial industry makes enterprises lack the most fundamental guarantee, which is the entity. Not just the Song family. In fact, the entire Southeast Asia is currently behind the prosperity.

A big crisis was born, and the root of this crisis was the singularity of economic development I mentioned before..." After being a charlatan after rebirth, it has always been a matter of Wang Qibu to be happy with it. In this letter, or Southeast Asia Economic Assessment Report, Wang Qibu was extremely sensational and made a thorough reverse reasoning of the Southeast Asian financial crisis that occurred in his previous life. Although many of the contents in the report were inferences, because objective facts were created in the future, the connection between the causes and consequences was extremely close. As a reader, Song Chengfeng felt that the author of the article could indeed meet the future economic trend.

"Who is this Wang Qibu?" After reading it several times, Song Chengfeng sighed.

"The character? Isn't it Aimun's classmate yet?" Bettina disagreed and asked, "Look at how serious you read it, what is it written on it?"

"You said that the person who wrote these things was Ai Meng's classmate?" Song Chengfeng couldn't help but be moved. He could not believe what his wife said.

"If he was the King Qi Step that Aimon mentioned," Bettina replied, and then asked "why, are these things valuable?"

"Madam, a word is worth a thousand gold." Song Chengfeng's words were not half as heavy as water. "It's hard to buy a thousand gold, but it's still reasonable to know it."

"Dad, why are you here? Pre-examination?" Song Ai Meng's face was full of surprise.

"Where is your friend named Wang Qibu now?" Song Chengfeng, who ignored his son's tendency to complain, asked directly. Although it was a bit horrible, Wang Qibu successfully flew thousands of kilometers with a package.

"I just left with the fat man, and his mother called him to go back for dinner." When Song Ai Meng saw his father's seemingly urgent, he stopped talking nonsense. In fact, he wanted to add a nonsense like "It's just that I think it's hard for them to eat after eating so many snacks."

"Then you take me to find him now." Song Chengfeng's anxious mood was revealed again.

"Dad, this may not work, because we can't get into the place where they live." Song Ai Meng felt embarrassed.

"Can't you get in? Haha, can you still live in the palace?" Song Chengfeng, who was distracted, quipped after hearing his son's words.

"Even if it's not Da Nei, I'm afraid it's the same. Wang Qibu's father..." Song Aimen briefly introduced his father to his identity and backgrounds of Wang Qibu and Ye Baoshan.

"Are you saying true?" Song Chengfeng, who was sitting on the sofa, was still difficult to digest for a while.

"Dad, they are my best friends now." After hearing his father's words, Song Ai Meng said unhappy.

"Aimon, dad is not a friend who doubts you. But do you know what such a background represents? You know what I mean." Song Chengfeng used such a rhetorical question to explain to his son.

"Dad, I don't care what that background represents. I know that Wang Qibu and Ye Baoshan have never deliberately concealed or showed off their background. They really regard me as friends." Song Ai Meng said sincerely.

So, Song Chengfeng saw the result of spending great effort to send his son to Yanjing earlier than in hope. Having the courage to refute his father was a sign of a boy's growth. Song Chengfeng understood this truth.

"Qianbu, your phone number." Lin Shishi called Wang Qibu, who was practicing calligraphy in the study. After he took the call, he complained, "Look, you are busy. As soon as he got home, someone looked for him again."

"Hello." Wang Qibu was used to being intimate because of his rebirth, but this did not affect his naughty smile on his face. In terms of balancing his family's feelings and the grand career he is working hard to manage, Wang Qibu always strives to be perfect.

"It's a kid Wang Qibu, I'm Song Ai Meng's father." Song Chengfeng on the other end of the phone reported his own home. Well, although this "self-reporter" was used very strangely.

"Hello Uncle Song. How are you doing recently? Are you very busy at work?" Wang Qibu's tone seemed to be greeting an elder who had not seen for many years, and the fact is exactly the case.

"Haha, Qibu is really sensible. Uncle is in good health. As for work, I am just about to talk to you. I am in Yanjing. Is it still convenient for you to come out now?" Song Chengfeng, who had a big background and great wisdom, found that he was wrong and was outrageous. Wang Qibu, who should have always been filled with pride in his mind, successfully portrayed himself into a family with deep friendship in just a few words. Not only did he shatter the embarrassment, but he also narrowed the distance between the two people infinitely. Great talent! Song Chengfeng, who has seen countless talents, sighed like this.

When Wang Qibu used various methods such as acting spoiled, pleasing, and coaxing to deal with Lin Shishi and walked out of the heavily guarded PLA compound, Song Chengfeng's car was already waiting at the gate of the compound.

"Uncle Song, you look so young." This is the first sentence Wang Qibu said after getting in the car, and it is also a truth. Song Chengfeng in front of him is indeed the youngest version he has ever seen.

"Qianbu, to be honest; even if my uncle sees you now, he can't believe that you are still so young. Oh, the word "young" is far from applicable to you." Looking at Wang Qibu, who is not short, but his childish appearance is definitely a child, Song Chengfeng said.

"Haha, maybe it's a bit unmodest, but I still want to say it; since I was half a year old, someone has started to say similar things. So Uncle Song, you can completely treat me as an adult to communicate, so that our conversation will be more efficient." Wang Qibu said something like a kid's joke, but who can treat it as a joke? With one relaxed and one relaxed, Wang Qibu is definitely not in line with the age of an old Taoist, and was fully demonstrated.

"Okay. Uncle won't treat you as a child for the time being. Let's just talk about what you think will be the financial crisis in 1996 and 1997." Is this a test? Or is Song Chengfeng's eagerness to know some specific ideas about the letter.

"Uncle Song, I hope we will reach a consensus first before." Wang Qibu sold a small hurdle.

"Oh, what consensus?" Maybe it was out of politeness, maybe it was really attracted, but no matter what, from the perspective of the art of conversation, Song Chengfeng began to take the bait.

"Compared with the development and prosperity of the country, the economy of the entire capitalist world is actually very fragile." Like the "fairy language" in the tricks of the world, Wang Qibu and the show are amazing.

"Huh." Song Chengfeng sighed after a little silence, and then said, "Okay, I admit it."

"Haha, I appreciate Uncle Song's courage." Wang Qibu, who felt that the atmosphere in the car was already a little dull, made a joke at the right time, and then said, "In fact, this is a question that most people are trying to avoid, so the question has no solution. The development of emerging economies is accompanied by changes every moment, but the rules will never keep up with the changes, so it is a dream to establish a comprehensive regulatory and guarantee system. But the economy is so fragile; any wrong policy of any country in the world economy, the bankruptcy of any influential large enterprise, the turmoil and war in any Middle Eastern country, and even

A natural disaster, a misunderstanding, and a scandal have the ability to drag the world economy into the abyss. For example, old capitalist powers such as the United States, Britain and France are all troubled by this, let alone Southeast Asia, which developed rapidly after World War II? In the past few decades after World War II, Southeast Asia, represented by the "Four Little Dragons", has developed rapidly. This is a good thing, but it also lays deep hidden dangers. So even if we only rely on the "Return of Hong Kong" that can be encountered, the world economy will accelerate integration and other problems. The outbreak of a crisis will undoubtedly be a matter of time. At that time, all digital capital and some inflated assets will shrink greatly, or even turn into bubbles..."

"Your thoughts are too pessimistic. And you ignore artificial positive factors." Song Chengfeng, whose brows were completely frowning, tried to refute.

"It's not about ignoring, but about offsetting. So I just omitted it." Wang Qibu smiled bitterly when he said this.

"Foreclosure?" Song Chengfeng did not understand what Wang Qibu meant for a while.

"Is there no beneficiary in the collapsed market?" Wang Qibu asked back.

"You mean those speculative capitalists who specialize in buying futures will add fuel to the fire at that time." Song Chengfeng suddenly realized, and then said, "But the government, and..."

"Uncle Song, you should know that destroying is much easier than building. And once the big tree is about to fall, how can one rope be maintained?"

“…”

After interrupting Song Chengfeng's argument that seemed powerless, Wang Qibu ended the debate with a rhetorical question.
Chapter completed!