Chapter 149: The time has come to settle the accounts

After several days of continuous soaring, the North Russian stock market finally stopped its momentum of growth and plummeted for the first time. This morning, almost all stocks, including bank stocks and industrial stocks, saw huge drops in value, with an overall drop of up to 30%. This drop may be a lot compared to the previous rise, but it has also ended the continuous rise of stocks.

Financial experts point out that this is a normal market situation, indicating that the stock market has not yet reached a stage of significant development. Previously, it was only affected by President Nikolic's signing of an order to open up the market to foreign investment. Now that the market has adjusted, it will naturally cool down this uptrend.

The Northern Russian Financial News predicts that the stock market will continue to decline for the foreseeable future, and as of the time of this report, the Northern Russian stock market has continued to fall by more than 90% compared to yesterday.

...

This is the headline on the front page of the North Russian Financial News, a newspaper that came into being with the development of the securities market. It is published once in the morning and once in the evening, recording and analysing the stock market situation of that day and the previous day respectively.

In Villa 8, Davier was holding this newspaper in his hands. After reading it for only a few moments, he tore it up, then crumpled it into a ball, slammed it onto the ground, and cursed, 'Maita, traitor to the country, the world's most despicable bastard, he actually sold his soul and colluded with those ugly, greedy Chinese to fight against his own Tower Project.'

After saying this, Davier turned his attention to William across the room: 'You see, this is the Mr. Mata you once respected. In fact, he is a selfish and greedy villain at heart. Now he has abandoned his pride and honour and is willing to degenerate and join forces with the Chinese.'

In response to David's words, William spread his hands: 'I'm saying, David, everything has conditions. If the FBI agents hadn't come to arrest Mr. Mata, I don't think he would have done any of this anyway.'

William said, remembering something else: 'To be honest, I still don't understand why the FBI had to care about a measly fourteen thousand dollars in state taxes at this time, and had to send someone to arrest Mr. Mata, which ended up pushing him to the brink, forcing him to join forces with the Chinese and causing the entire Dota Project to go bankrupt. Did the person who made this decision have shit for brains?'

'This is the law! William, we are a country ruled by law, and no one can escape the sanctions of the law, no matter what they are doing.'

David tried to explain to William, but William ignored him. David had to turn his attention to the FBI agents on the other side and angrily cursed, 'And you agents, if you can't even catch such a person, is our taxpayers' money all being used to raise pigs?'

David's words made the agents very annoyed, but at this time they could only hold back their anger and explain to him little by little: 'Mr. David, I don't think it's our fault. You leaked the news before, which gave the suspect the opportunity to escape. Now the suspect is protected by the Chinese consulate, and even if we know where he is, we can't make an arrest.'

However, Davier simply ignored the explanations of these FBI agents: 'The current Operation Dota is not only the pride of the United States, but also the culmination of the entire civilized world. We must not be defeated by a traitor and a group of filthy Chinese. You must find a way to capture Meta. I will call back to China and ask the President to intervene and put pressure on China. This plan cannot fail!'

William and the FBI agents didn't react much to Davier's words. Davier took a breath, picked up his coffee on the table and took a sip, but immediately slammed the cup on the ground angrily, cursing, 'Damn, it's hot! Why hasn't my coffee cooled down after so long? This is bullshit!'

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While Davier was raging in Villa 8 in the face of the stock market crash, a celebration was taking place in the southern suburb manor under the consulate.

Several tables were set up in the courtyard of the manor, and all the invited guests took their seats. Compared with the buffet-style cocktail party of a Western banquet, this celebration had a more oriental flavour. Although the banquet format may be different from that of Westerners, these Northern Russians quickly got used to it and raised their glasses to congratulate Zhou Ming.

'This stock market crash has not only saved our company's stock, but more importantly, it has also saved the entire Northern Russian securities market from collapsing under the impact of foreign hot money. Mr. Zhou Ming is truly our savior of the Northern Russian financial market!'

'As God is my witness, I really believed from the beginning that you, Mr. Zhou Ming, could definitely lead us through this difficult time. Now, with the help of Mr. Meta, our confidence is even greater. We will definitely be able to control the market, and no one will be able to do whatever they want in our market!'

'Mr. Zhou Ming is the best friend of all of us in North Russia. When our securities market was at its most critical and no one else could do anything, only Mr. Zhou Ming could step forward to help us. This is a true friendship. I think that for such a friendship that is stronger than the purest caviar in the world, it is worth a toast with Mr. Zhou Ming!'

In these words and more, everyone raised their glasses to Zhou Ming, and of course Zhou Ming did not hesitate to raise his glass and stand up.

He first drank the wine in his glass and then said, 'First of all, I am very happy that everyone can get together today. I am even happier that everyone has not been defeated by the influx of hot money from abroad. This shows that everyone is also very good, and this time we were able to fend off the attack of foreign hot money in the stock market, which is also inseparable from the joint efforts of everyone here.'

'But the revolution is not yet successful, and comrades still need to work hard,' Zhou Ming continued, 'This is a quote from a great man that I borrowed, and it is also what I want to say now. The influx of hot money from abroad will not retreat just because of this setback. We must continue to sell stocks and use hedging methods to suppress stock prices until they finally return to normal levels.'

In the face of Zhou Ming's call, Irbedov was the first to show his attitude: 'I fully support Mr. Zhou Ming! At the beginning, Mr. Zhou Ming said that he had a way to deal with those hot money from abroad, and now he has indeed done it, so there is no reason for us to retreat!'

With Irbedov being the first to jump out and support, he immediately led the others to support as well. However, Irbedov was also forced to jump out and support, because Zhou Ming knew about the fact that he went to Villa 8 to find Meta. Zhou Ming would definitely be dissatisfied with this, so that's why Zhou Ming first asked Bortaszky to sit down that time. At this time, if he doesn't try to salvage a little image, there will be no chance!

However, not everyone followed Irbedov's lead without thinking. Some still had their own doubts. 'But Mr. Zhou Ming, isn't the Tower Project there gathering all the wealth of the Western countries? If... I mean if, they really are determined to hedge against us to drive up the stock price, no matter how much we sell, they will just take it over. Then won't we still lose? They will even take this opportunity to gain control of many of our company's stocks.'

This question was raised, and it immediately made many people take a breath. Ilbedov even looked at him angrily, blaming him for being so inconsiderate.

Zhou Ming looked at him and asked, 'What's your name?'

'Lobramo,' he answered without fear.

Hearing this name, Zhou Ming's eyebrows subconsciously twitched a little, because he had heard this name before, and perhaps not only him, but anyone in the future who paid even a little attention to the world would have heard this name. He is the number one oligarch in northern Russia in later generations, casually earning tens of billions of dollars a year from his industries, and he has also built a Premier League powerhouse team by himself.

However, he is not yet a magnate in the future, he is still just an ordinary young man, and even his seat is at the back of the room.

'Roblamo, how can you say such nonsense in front of Mr. Zhou Ming? You...'

Irbeldov immediately scolded him, but Irbeldov's words were interrupted by Zhou Ming: 'No, I think what Mr. Roblamo said is very correct.'

Zhou Ming's words made many people, including Il'bedov, widen their eyes. But Zhou Ming didn't care, and he continued, 'It is true that if the people over there are determined to fight to the end with us, they have a chance. But the premise is that they might do that?'

If Zhou Ming's previous words only surprised everyone, then at this moment, Zhou Ming's words completely confused everyone, because they didn't understand why the people over there wouldn't do that.

Zhou Ming did not leave everyone confused for long this time, and soon revealed the mystery. He gestured and pointed to Mr. Meta, who was sitting next to him, which made everyone suddenly understand. Zhou Ming also explained at the same time: 'Because Mr. Meta is here, and Mr. Meta has the passwords to most of the accounts in the Dota Project. Even a large part of those accounts are still Mr. Meta's personal accounts. So how much of a threat can the Dota Project be, which has lost such a large sum of money?'

Zhou Ming looked at the look of reverence on Lobrano's face as he spoke, and wickedly wondered: would it be possible that more than ten years later, after he had bought Chelsea, he would face the world's media and say that his rise to wealth had been inspired by a Chinese man named Zhou Ming, and that he was the person who had been his lucky star?

Of course, Zhou Ming didn't always daydream like this. He quickly sat down again and turned to Meta and said, 'Mr. Meta, I believe you can see the appeal of this as well. So, it's time to settle our accounts, don't you think?'

Meta nodded and said, 'Yes, but I hope Mr. Zhou Ming doesn't take out that money, because it would have a very big impact on the financial order of the world.'