"I can understand the difficulties of the Bolshevik consortium."

Qi Kunlun said lightly, gently shook the cigar he was holding with his index finger, his face calmly, and continued: "I have been working with the Bolshevik Consortium for many years, and I have established some friendships more or less, and I don't want to give up easily."

Stephenson nodded immediately and said, "Yes, that's what I think."

Qi Kunlun found it funny. He clearly saw what Stephenson had just now. Now he knew that there were major benefits to gain, but he had another attitude.

However, Qi Kunlun was not worried about this matter. Even Richard used Mo Anne to plot against Wilson, he didn't care. As long as everything was within a controllable range, he could accept it.

This is the world, intrigue: if you are not smart enough, you can only be fooled by others; if you are not strong enough, you can only be bullied by others.

Richard was very afraid of Qi Kunlun's majesty, but he dared to use Mo Annie to make calculations. This is because he is well aware of the rules of the game, because he can ensure that he will never lose his hands, and he is very clear that Qi Kunlun can accept this level of calculations.

"I have agreed to cooperate with the Donglian Consortium. They invest 10 billion knives in Huashang Bank in Nanyin. This 10 billion knives will be invested by Huashang Bank to Jiangdong Group." Qi Kunlun said.

"Sure enough!" Stephenson said to himself.

However, judging from the current situation, 10 billion yuan is definitely not enough for Jiangdong Group to make a comeback.

One hundred billion knives, which is 100 billion knives to convert into Chinese currency, is an astonishing number! However, the He Group, which targets Jiangdong Group, has joined forces with many families, and has strong financial support behind it. To overcome this difficulty, it will take at least two to three hundred billion knives.

One hundred billion yuan is already a big deal for a consortium! After all, this is liquid capital, not fixed assets.

Stephenson coughed and said, "I don't know how Jiangdong Group turned losses into profits? I have also been paying attention to the group's trends recently. It seems that it is at a disadvantage in the commercial war. Although there are big guys who have brought their funds to the market, they are still a drop in the bucket. The Eastern Union Consortium injected 10 billion yuan may be able to alleviate it, but it will definitely not solve the problem."

Qi Kunlun shrugged and said, "So that's why I came to the Bolshevik Consortium."

Stephenson's eyelids twitched. What he wanted to know was not what the money was used for, but what conditions Qi Kunlun promised to the Eastern Union Consortium, allowing them to invest such a huge amount of funds without any scruples!

"Of course, if the Bolshevik consortium cannot provide more than 10 billion yuan of working capital, then just pretend I didn't say anything." Qi Kunlun said lightly.

"Hehe... Of course we have money! But Mr. Qi should always make it clear to us, otherwise no one would be assured to take out the money, right?" Stephenson smiled, very cunning.

Qi Kunlun nodded and said, "Of course I have to explain it to you clearly."

While speaking, he reached into his arms, took it out, and then threw out something.

"Bang!"

A dull sound scared Stephenson.
Chapter completed!