Blackstone Code

The audience in front of the TV was highly focused on watching the program on TV. The question asked by the host was also what many investors who participated in Yuanrong Financial Securities wanted to ask most.

If everything Yuan Rong Capital says is false, then how can it afford to pay monthly rebates, never default on payments, and get the money into its account as soon as the time is up?

If experts can't explain this, investors still won't believe what they say, let alone the "Ledu Daily" that only looks for profits on women without clothes.

But even if people don't want to believe this fact, thinking that the host can defeat two experts, they still feel uncontrollably uneasy.

Just like what was said at the beginning of the program, even the most famous foundation cannot support such a terrible rate of return, so why can Yuanrong Financial Bonds do it?

Have they invented a new method of financial profitability?

Or is mining gold more profitable than imagined and calculated?

Or...

They looked at the experts, hoping that the experts would not be able to answer this question. Since you all said that Yuanrong Capital might be a fraud, how could it perform the contract on time and put real money into the accounts of all investors?

There were smiles of varying degrees on the faces of the two experts, and the smiles were a little... annoying.

Those who felt this way were the investors of Yuan Capital, and they sensed strong malice on the faces of these two people.

"We have an assumption that actually the current rebates from Wan Financing come from the fees people pay when they buy gold certificates."

The expert glanced at Expert 2, who immediately continued, "As you know, for example, I spent 100 yuan to buy Yuanrong Gold Coupons. According to regulations, they have to return it to me every month. My eight percent rebate..."

The two experts began to demonstrate on the spot, and used some white paper and pens to write some small pieces of paper representing money, "I have one hundred yuan in their hands, even if they have no source of income, I give them this The money is enough to support them in giving me rebates for a year!”

The movements in their hands did not stop, and pieces of paper with the number "eight" written on them were passed from the hand of expert one to the hand of expert two.

The expert shook his head at the camera, "As long as we continue to issue gold coupons, we can ensure that the rebate situation will always be good, but this is not a good thing."

“In order to meet the increasing scale of rebates, more gold coupon products can only be issued.”

"The more gold coupon products are issued, the better the company's performance will be. After all, apart from printing fees and operating taxes, the rest of gold coupons is pure profit."

The supporter was very sensitive. He suddenly interrupted and said, "So actually the money will not last a year at all because they still have to pay taxes?"

The two nodded without speaking, and the studio fell into silence for a while, as if the host and experts were digesting the content.

His Majesty the Emperor's face turned extremely dark, "Let the Minister of Finance come and someone with a gold certificate."

As the supreme ruler of the empire, His Majesty the Emperor's orders were effectively implemented. The Minister of Finance, who was eating, had to put down his knife and fork and led his men to the palace.

They already knew what happened on the way here. The Minister of Finance, who had the same high political sense as His Majesty the Emperor, was vaguely aware that this matter was not simple, but for a while he had no clue.

Before the salute was over, His Majesty the Emperor couldn't wait to ask, "How big was Yuan Rong Capital before it went public?"

The things mentioned in the TV program were not profound academic issues, they were all very easy to understand, and he understood them.

In short, Yuan Rong Capital has committed fraud, and the case is not small. It may involve a large group of people and affect another large group of people.

Whenever there is such bad news, His Majesty the Emperor will have continuous migraines. He holds his forehead while glaring angrily, "I hope you will think clearly before speaking."

Several staff members quickly contacted other departments by phone, mainly the tax department. The federal tax agency is an agency of the royal family. Although it does not have the same power as the federal tax bureau and has armored vehicles, it is almost the same.

They also have their own armed tax collection team, but it's not as exaggerated as the federation's, and it's more of a symbol.

Ten minutes later, the main person in charge of financial supervision wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Your Majesty, a little more than 200 million..."

"Twenty million...more?" His Majesty the Emperor's tone was a little vague, and his eyes lost focus.

He knew this number was exaggerated, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated!

According to what was said in the TV show, if Yuan Financing Capital had to pay at least nearly 20 million in rebates every month, plus some taken away from taxes, they could fall anytime and anywhere.

Once they fall down, or some of them abscond with the money, it means there is a hole worth 200 million!

His Majesty the Emperor, whose eyes had regained focus, looked at the people in front of him and asked a question, "The problem of Yuan Financing Capital is such a big one, how did it pass the review and be listed?"

"It was made very clear on TV. They don't even have a physical product. How did it come to market through your nose?"

The finance minister noticed something was wrong at this time, and the person in charge of financial supervision started to tremble slightly.

How did you pass?

Of course, someone said hello, and they "made up" the procedures and passed it after opening many gold shops!

This is actually a trick. If no accidents occur, then there will naturally be no more problems.

But once an accident occurs, what they do will become a major work mistake or even a job crime!

In this process, gold coupons and money also played a big role.

There was no answer. After waiting for a minute, there was no answer. His Majesty the Emperor sighed in boredom. He knew why.

It's just that some people have received money, some have traded favors, and some have reached political unification. These people!

He sighed, "I said there must be something wrong with Lynch, the son of a bitch, who refuses to leave. You told me in the morning that everything is under control."

The tone was not harsh, but it made the finance minister's face look ugly.

If His Majesty the Emperor loses his temper, it also means that he feels that the matter has not risen to a certain level.

But he no longer loses his temper, but uses this tone, which means that he has been disappointed, or what is happening now has touched the bottom line of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Let's deal with it as soon as possible. I don't want to hear about any major accidents!"

The Finance Minister gritted his teeth and bent down, "Yes, Your Majesty..."

When the finance minister and a group of thugs left the palace, he saw the prime minister walking in from outside, and the two looked at each other.

The Prime Minister looked joyful from the bottom of his heart, and he even took the initiative to say hello to the Finance Minister, but the Finance Minister sneered with a cold face and left quickly.

The Prime Minister stood at the gate of the palace, looking at the back of the Minister of Finance playfully, with an interesting smile on his face.

At this time, the fermentation of the content of newspapers and TV programs has shown its power. All major programs have temporarily changed the content, and they have all targeted round financing capital, and all kinds of dirty water are just like an appointment. Water it down together.

Yuanrong Capital's stock was suspended from trading when it was worth one yuan. The reason was that there were huge abnormal fluctuations, and financial supervision would need to review it before it could be relisted.

As soon as he got the news, Richard left the exchange. He had realized that it would be too late if he didn't leave.

He did not go directly to the well-known villa, but went to an apartment. He bought an apartment here in the name of a local and stored some important things, which was also a kind of insurance.

After entering the room, he opened the safe and put the contents into a briefcase, including his ID, passport, some bundles of cash, and several bearer bank accounts.

There are three million fra here, enough for him to hide incognito for a while.

Only after everything calms down will he try to do something again.

He hurriedly changed into a set of clothes that looked a bit tacky in the room. His briefcase was also picked up from the garbage dump, and it matched the clothes very well.

No one would think that a person wearing a bit shabby and ragged clothes and carrying a tattered briefcase was the creator of a huge financial black hole.

Just as he checked all the things he brought with him to make sure nothing was missing, and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a "click" in his ears.

That was the sound of the door lock being opened, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole. This was a sign of extreme fear.

He threw his handbag under the sofa, hid himself in the closet, and quickly but gently closed the closet door.

He hid behind his clothes and slowed down his breathing. In the small space, every breath he took felt like a storm that happened and disappeared in an instant.

Huchi...

Huchi...

A shadow appeared in front of the cabinet door. Richard couldn't see the shadow, but the other person's body blocked the gap between the cabinet doors and the light dimmed.

He held his breath and tried not to breathe, for fear that the other party would hear his breathing.

The dimmed light became bright again, and there was no sound outside, not even footsteps. He even wondered if he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.

But in the next second, the cabinet door was suddenly opened, and a cold voice with a hint of mischief rang out, "I found you!"

…

A little later, people from Gefra's Ministry of Internal Affairs appeared in the apartment, along with a large number of reporters. Even the film festival didn't have as many reporters as there are now.

It was obviously the police who came first, but soon people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs appeared and asked them to maintain order at the door. The case was transferred directly to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

A group of internal prosecutors entered the room with cold expressions. In the middle of the living room of the apartment, Richard was hung on a lamp, swaying gently with the wind blowing from the balcony. It would look good if he didn't stick out his tongue. Much.

There is a piece of letter paper in his chest pocket, and it is vaguely visible that it is full of words...