"Team Leader Yang."
Yang Qinghua nodded at her subordinates, then smiled slightly at Jiang Chen, who was visiting, "You’ve arrived."
This wasn’t Yang Qinghua’s office, nor was it within her departnt. Passing through multiple checkpoints, Jiang Chen entered a special space buried underground on the second level.
The sound of keyboards tapping resonated with urgency. The blue light from the computer screen reflected off the glasses, and on the six screens facing Yang Qinghua —
Tsk.
Lights and shadows mingled.
Dazzlingly chaotic.
Since she allowed the other person to enter here, Yang Qinghua naturally treated him sincerely, letting Jiang Chen observe freely.
Yang Ting is just a rank, not a title. This woman, whom even Cao Jinse had to respectfully call sister, constantly proves her talent and qualifications.
"Any suggestions?"
She indeed values Boss Jiang highly.
But Boss Jiang did not feel proud; instead, he secretly smiled bitterly. There’s no free al at the Treasure Hall—there must be more than just a simple chat behind this invitation.
As a top student at East Sea University, a leader of private enterprises, the manager of the Japanese campaign, a pioneer of the new era, and a guest at the People’s Hall... Jiang Chen certainly understood what was displayed on the six screens.
Offshore RMB exchange rate.
CSI 300 Futures.
US Treasury Yield Curve.
London Copper Futures.
Dubai Crude Oil Quotes.
And the interbank borrowing rate in Gangcheng.
These are data ordinary people can access, but different from regular patterns, all the data on the six screens churned wildly like boiling water.
"I can’t understand it."
"..."
Yang Qinghua ignored this, her hands in her jacket pockets, "Feel free to say whatever is on your mind, it’s okay, speak freely."
Won proving equal to n was personified at this mont.
All those so-called international supermodel stars faded in comparison.
Cao Xiugo holding a book and sitting calmly under the old locust tree erged in his mind.
These two are indeed opposites, yet both are uniquely different.
"The foreigners have brought the old trick for sniping the Sterling."
A middle-aged man walked over holding a tablet, looking around his forties, yet his hair was already speckled with gray. It was evident he frequently engaged in ntal work and overwork, but his face showed no signs of fatigue, rather excitent. He barely paid attention to Jiang Chen, cradling an ultra-thin encrypted laptop, reporting earnestly to Yang Qinghua: "Team Leader Yang, the L inventory is drained; they are using bulk commodities to leverage RMB devaluation expectations."
It’s not surveillance, but a perfectly legitimate observation.
Jiang Chen stood by, and since they didn’t treat him as an outsider, he naturally avoided being awkward.
The laptop screen displayed a sudden 200,000-ton short position in electrolytic copper on the London tal Exchange.
No further inquiry for Jiang Chen’s opinion; Yang Qinghua maintained a composed deanor, watching the real-ti capital flow map, where the red arrows representing hot money were flowing back into US Dollar assets through the Shanghai-Hong Kong Stock Connect, Bond Connect, and QDII channels.
Jiang Chen noted a slight movent in the Singapore A50 Futures Market. His lips twitched, undecided whether to speak, when he promptly heard the woman’s calm voice beside him.
"Imdiately check Goldman Sachs’s night trading records at the Seoul branch; I want all NDF contracts from the past 72 hours."
Who says civil servants just idle?
In major countries’ gas, it’s not just the diplomats casually blasting rhetoric in the news; it’s related to countless secret arenas running around the clock like this one.
In this little-known underground war room, following Yang Qinghua’s command, dozens of cutting-edge talents simultaneously operated at full throttle.
Jiang Chen looked up at the central big screen, which had just lit up.
Before long, Yang Qinghua grabbed the red hotline phone.
"Activate the Ergency Plan, notify the Reserve Banks in Dubai, Minsk, and Rio."
Jiang Chen didn’t ask what the Ergency Plan was. Indisputably, questioning it would an probing state secrets, likely resulting in an invitation for ’tea.’
But it’s alright.
Later, Yang Qinghua personally invited him for tea.
What ease and leisure.
Perhaps.
For her, such work had long beco customary, blending seamlessly into life itself.
"Initially, I wanted to invite you for a al with Jin Se together, but as you can see, I’ve been quite busy lately, and I can’t find the ti."
"Work cos first."
Jiang Chen quickly responded.
Yang Qinghua smiled graciously, "Have you invited Jin Se for a al yet? As for the Great Wall, henceforth, she’s just a partner, yet she’s been laboring over your Heaven and Earth Bank."
"She’s like you, Yang Jie, a very busy person."
Jiang Chen smiled, vaguely moving past the topic, attempting to steer it away from the Cao Family.
So matters are best kept untouched if possible.
Yang Qinghua seed to sense his sentints, smiled silently, and cooperatively skipped the topic, took a sip of tea, and said, "What I promised you has been fulfilled."
"Yes, Yang Jie truly keeps her word."
The response was appreciating her commitnt.
Not a word of gratitude.
Indeed.
This is not re assistance but mutually beneficial cooperation; Heaven and Earth Bank acquired permission, but Jiang Chen also bears the respective responsibilities, right?
He’s burdened by staggering legacy mortgages on his back.
"You really wouldn’t eat any loss."
Yang Qinghua remarked with a smile, then continued, "Since such effort has been spent, don’t just linger in minor dostic disputes. Borrow the montum from trading mortgages in the international market, let Heaven and Earth Bank reach abroad."
"Heaven and Earth Bank hasn’t even established its footing yet..."
"Ti waits for no one."
Yang Qinghua interrupted, summing it up concisely.
Jiang Chen drank tea, thoughtfully nodding quietly, feeling a bit emotional inside.
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