210: Chapter 206: Borrowing 1.5 Billion US Dollars (Four Updates) 210: Chapter 206: Borrowing 1.5 Billion US Dollars (Four Updates) The next morning, around ten o’clock, Ye Fan received a call from Wall Street’s top trader, Robert Laurenson.
“Respected Black Dragon, the infiltration is basically complete,” Robert Laurenson said over the phone, “If you are sure you want to short the Tongyi Group’s stocks, please arrange twelve billion US dollars by Thursday.
I will launch the attack on Tongyi Group on Thursday, US ti.”
“Next Thursday?” Ye Fan asked.
Robert Laurenson replied, “Yes.
The weakest mont for a stock during the week is on Thursday.
If you want to short it, it’s easier to cause a sharp fall in the stock price.
Hence, there’s a saying in the stock market about ‘Black Thursday.'”
Typically, listed companies release positive news over the weekend to boost prices on Monday, However, the inherent weakness of the stock remains unchanged, leading to a drop on Tuesday; Generally, the true positive effects are absent on Thursday, resulting in major declines mostly occurring on this day, which is hence called ‘Black Thursday.’ This phenonon is common in global stock markets, so when the global market conditions are poor, ‘Black Thursdays’ are common worldwide.
“I understand,” Ye Fan, who had also heard of “Black Thursday,” said, “Please proceed with the operation.
The needed twelve billion US dollars will be in place by Wednesday.”
“Alright, awaiting your good news, Your Excellency,” Robert Laurenson said.
After hanging up, Ye Fan returned to his office, opened his laptop, and swiftly typed in a series of commands to successfully use a VPN.
Then, he entered a complex URL, hit the Enter key, and the webpage jittered, opening up an adult website.
Although the web page content was extrely explicit, Ye Fan paid it no attention, directly entering his account and a very complex password, then clicking login.
As the account successfully logged in, the website automatically refreshed, then transford into a clean window with a black background.
The page was an all-English website, boldly writing in the center in black and gold bold type, “Welco to the true world of Control!”
Below the black and gold English were several nu options labeled in English.
However, Ye Fan did not click on those nu options but entered his private space, searching for a mobile number.
After noting down the mobile number, Ye Fan logged out of the website, then erased his browsing trace and shut down his computer.
Leaving his office and entering the secure staircase at the end of the hallway, Ye Fan dialed the mobile number he had just noted.
The phone rang once, and the call connected, Ye Fan spoke indifferently in Arabic, “It’s , Black Dragon.”
“Respected and Majestic Black Dragon!” a thrilled and stiff voice imdiately responded from the phone.
Then in Arabic, “I have finally awaited your call!”
“Hello, Emir Ihsan Abdul Wadud,” Ye Fan said in Arabic.
Emir in Arabic ans prince.
“Thank you for your greeting, Lord Black Dragon,” ca the excited response in Arabic, “Respected Black Dragon, I recently heard about your reputation in Africa.
How have you been lately?”
“Um.
Not bad,” Ye Fan said.
“May I ask, Your Excellency, is there anything I can do for you?” Prince Ihsan Wadud asked.
Ye Fan unapologetically said, “I need you to provide with fifteen billion US dollars for one to two weeks.”
“No problem.
Helping you is my utmost honor,” Prince Ihsan Wadud imdiately responded, very excited, “My life, wealth, dignity, and status are all yours, Your Excellency.
Even if you really need fifteen billion or even thirty billion US dollars, I am more than willing to offer them as if dedicating to the true Lord.”
Originally, Prince Ihsan Wadud was the completely marginalized prince of a royal family in the Middle East.
Ye Fan had saved him when he was frad by other princes and then supported him from behind to gradually gain significant power and status within the royal family.
Ye Fan said flatly, “Very well.
I’ll send you my Swiss International Bank account details later.
You have to transfer the money to my account before next Tuesday.”
“Yes, Your Excellency!” Prince Ihsan Wadud responded vigorously.
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At eleven o’clock, Ye Fan made the final decision on the martial arts venue renovation project—Sunshine Decoration Company.
When he called Xiao Yu from the Sunshine Decoration Company, Ye Fan finally said, “However, I need to make so changes to your renovation proposal.”
“No problem,” Xiao Yu said excitedly, “It would be best to discuss the modifications face to face so we can clearly understand your ideas.
When will you be available?”
“Two o’clock in the afternoon, still at the Suo Yu Cafe.
We will sign the official contract then.” Ye Fan said.
Xiao Yu chuckled, “Alright.
Thank you, Mr.
Ye.”
After hanging up, Ye Fan didn’t return to his office but directly went down the secure staircase to the sixth floor to find Lu Xiaoman.
Ye Fan was a bit worried that Lu Xiaoman might be overthinking the awkward situation they encountered when he escorted her ho last night.
Feeling uneasy all evening and morning, Lu Xiaoman was indeed very pleased and relieved when she saw Ye Fan coming to find her proactively.
In Lu Xiaoman’s office, Ye Fan took her small hand in his and slyly caressed it for a while, feeling the softness and bonelessness of her hand.
Then, he cracked a few jokes to make Lu Xiaoman laugh, but deliberately avoided ntioning the encounter with her mother and the Shen Yan concert the previous night.
After staying for over ten minutes and reassuring Lu Xiaoman, Ye Fan returned to his office.
At noon at twelve o’clock, Ye Fan had not yet left his office when his mobile phone suddenly rang, and upon checking, it turned out to be Zhao Lina’s call.
“Trouble, the creditor has arrived,” a wry smile appeared on Ye Fan’s face.
At that mont, Hu Jing had already left the office, so Ye Fan went back into his office, closed the door, and answered Zhao Lina’s call.
“Heh, Captain Zhao, good afternoon!” Ye Fan said loudly into the phone.
However, a cold snort ca from the phone in response.
Knowing his own mistakes, Ye Fan asked with a sheepish smile, “What’s the matter?”
“Why haven’t you called for so long?” Zhao Lina’s questioning voice ca from the phone.
Since that night at the IFC shopping mall, Zhao Lina thought her relationship with Ye Fan would quickly heat up, expecting Ye Fan to truly start wildly pursuing her.
However, days passed, and Ye Fan hadn’t called her or sent a single text ssage.
Was this how a relationship was supposed to be?
Sotis she thought Ye Fan’s confession and kiss in the police interrogation room were fake, but rembering how Ye Fan had spent hundreds of thousands, nearly a million, at the IFC shopping mall without batting an eyelid just to save her face made her believe Ye Fan was sincere.
Although she was a captain of the criminal police and had personally investigated many cases with sharp insights, when it ca to her own emotions, she was utterly confused and couldn’t tell whether Ye Fan’s words to her were true or false.
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