Chapter 81: Where is all the Chinese money?

In front of the main entrance to the New York Mercantile Exchange, Sun Wei, general manager of the American branch of the Hong Kong City United Investment Fund Company, stood with his subordinates. Each of them was holding a cardboard box filled with documents, and around them were a lot of people, all talking to them.

'Mr Sun, are you leaving? Has something happened in the Middle East? You have made great achievements during your time at the exchange. We are all used to following your trades. We buy when you buy and sell when you sell. This is obvious to everyone at the exchange. We admire your market insight. Now that you are leaving, can you tell us what has happened?'

Everyone asked Sun Wei, and some even said, 'Sun Wei, your words are like an imperial edict, a decree that must be carried out!'

Since Sun Wei had once again made the right judgement with his last sell-off, these people were definitely hoping to extract more useful information from him now that he was leaving.

Sun Wei knew what was going on, and after a moment's thought, he said, 'Everyone, I'm sorry, but my words are not like an imperial edict...'

Everyone praised Sun Wei for his modesty, but Sun Wei continued, 'I'm not being modest when I say this, because my departure is not due to any problems in the market, but rather a scheduling issue at the company headquarters. My previous investment behaviour was also the result of company scheduling. So if everyone wants to know about the subsequent market development, I welcome you to purchase our Gangcheng United Investment Fund, which has the largest team of investment analysts and can ensure that you earn the greatest possible profits.'

This remark obviously did not satisfy the hungry crowd, so Sun Wei had to continue, 'The situation in the Middle East is chaotic right now, and no one knows whether oil prices will rise or fall next. So it's safest to just hide your money.'

The crowd around him still hoped that Sun Wei would continue to say more, but Sun Wei had no intention of saying more. On the one hand, he wanted to act like a smartass, but on the other hand, he really didn't know. After all, this was Zhou Ming's order, and he didn't dare to ask why without being asked.

At this time, a van suddenly drove over. It was the vehicle that Sun Wei and the others had rented to move the house. The van stopped in front of Sun Wei. Sun Wei's subordinates first put the cardboard boxes on the car, and then they all got on the car one after the other, leaving Sun Wei at the end.

'Boss, the driver said he can't park here for long, you need to get in the car quickly!'

Sun Wei's subordinate shouted at him from the car, and Sun Wei's deputy also got out of the car and came to Sun Wei's side, asking him what was wrong. Sun Wei shook his head and turned his head to look at the tall stock exchange building and said, 'Today we are finally leaving here, and I really don't want to.'

Hearing Sun Wei's words, his deputy couldn't help but say with emotion, 'Yes, Mr Sun, although we haven't worked here for long, we have achieved excellent results here. You can see that even now, as we are leaving, there are still so many people around us, just like we are leaving our backbone. You have to know that when we first arrived, they all looked down on us. Now, suddenly, we are saying goodbye to this place, and it really makes people feel a little sad.'

The deputy then thought for a moment and said, 'Mr Sun, why don't we go and explain the situation to the gentlemen upstairs? Whatever they think, the situation in the Middle East is like this, and investing in crude oil futures is definitely profitable. Didn't we make a lot of money before? Then in the future, as the situation in the Middle East changes, there will only be more opportunities to make money.'

Sun Wei's eyes lit up at the words of his deputy, but then he sighed and said, 'Forget it. The gentlemen upstairs must have their reasons for making this arrangement. Don't complain like this in the future. Let's just do things by the book.'

His deputy wanted to say something else, but Sun Wei said first, 'Remember one thing: you are no smarter than the gentlemen upstairs. There is no reason for them not to think of what you can think of.'

Sun Wei finished and got into the car. He finally said to his subordinates in the car, 'I know you are very dissatisfied with our sudden departure from the exchange. You all feel that we could have earned more profits here and won more bonuses for ourselves, but you must not forget how we achieved what we have here. Did we analyse the results ourselves?'

Sun Wei answered himself, 'No, the decision was made by the gentlemen upstairs, and we are just employees following orders!'

'I know you are all resentful of what I have said, so you might as well think about it. After the negotiations between Iraq and Kuwait broke down, did anyone of you think that the oil price would fall? And after Iraq launched the war against Kuwait, did anyone of you think that the oil price would fall?'

Under Sun Wei's questioning, everyone shamefully lowered their heads. Sun Wei continued, 'Only Mr. Zhou Ming and the others thought of it! I don't deny that some of you will become leaders in the financial industry, but for now, what Mr. Zhou Ming said is like the word of God! It cannot be disobeyed, whether in words or in the heart.'

As Sun Wei was reprimanding them, the van was started and driven away. Sun Wei looked out the window and saw an extended Lincoln limousine pull up. Sun Wei was just feeling that there were really a lot of rich people in New York, but he had no idea that the person sitting in the car was actually the culprit Robert Adams, who had forced them to leave.

The Lincoln pulled up in front of the exchange, and Robert and Will got out one after the other.

Standing in front of the exchange's main entrance, Robert looked up at the tall exchange building and said happily, 'I believe that with the news about the Arab League coming out, it will be able to guide the market very well. Coupled with the trading by Her Royal Highness, I'm afraid that that bastard Zhou Ming must have lost a lot of money by now.'

Next to him, Will shrugged and said, 'To find out if he's lost a lot of money, I'm afraid we'll have to go in and take a look. I know his company at the exchange is called Hong Kong City United Investment Fund.'

'Hong Kong City? The so-called Oriental Financial Centre?' Robert said with a disdainful smile, 'It seems that the stock market crash three years ago hasn't taught them a lesson, and they still dare to meddle in my affairs. Sooner or later, I will go to Hong Kong City and cause trouble for him. Just wait and see!'

Robert finished speaking and walked into the stock exchange with Will. As soon as they entered the hall, Robert immediately took out his handkerchief and covered his nose and mouth, while angrily saying, 'What the hell kind of place is this? Why is the air filled with all kinds of stench? The stale air here is just like a garbage dump. I feel like I'll suffocate if I stay here for another minute!'

Will comforted him, saying, 'Robert, my friend, there's nothing we can do about it. This is just the way it is here. Only the most incompetent and lowest-class people are assigned to place orders here.'

Robert lifted his head proudly: 'Yes, those stupid Chinese don't know how to use capital. Direct order placement at the stock exchange is just the most inefficient method of all. Only the lowest people with no ability or status would do that!'

While Robert and Will were talking, they arrived at the location of the Harbor City United Investment Fund. However, what greeted them was an empty location.

This scene made Robert freeze for a moment, and he asked Will, 'What's going on? Did the damn Chinese not show up for work?'

Will, on the other hand, shook his head with his arms spread out, saying, 'I'm sorry, I don't know. Maybe they got some kind of advance information and ran away. Look, there's nothing left here, obviously it's been cleared out.'

Looking in the direction of Will's finger, it was indeed clear that the place had been cleaned up.

Moreover, it seemed that he was also trying to prove Will's words. As soon as Will finished speaking, someone next to them said, 'Are you also here to find the Chinese from the Port City United Investment Fund Company? That's too bad, they just moved a few minutes ago.'

Robert and Will turned around and saw a fat man standing there with a shirt soaked in sweat, giving off a sweaty smell. Robert immediately took two steps back, covering his nose and mouth even harder, and his face showed a very disgusted expression.

Unlike Robert, Will took two steps forward and asked, 'Then do you know why they moved?'

The man, who originally had a very bad impression of Robert and was reluctant to answer, was beaming with joy when Will put a hundred dollars in his hand and said, 'Why else would they move? They must have discovered the secret of futures. They were able to accurately judge the rise and fall of crude oil futures every time before, and now they have suddenly left, so they must know the movements of oil futures.'

Having received an answer, Will let the man leave. When he returned, he heard Robert angrily say, 'It must be that bitch. Although I don't know exactly how she did it, I know it must be her. Only she can have such a firm grasp on the movements of the oil price. I won't let her get away with it!'

That night, Robert and Will returned to the castle-style villa in Brighton. Robert barged into the study without any regard for consequences and confronted Caitlin, 'You bitch, where did you hide the Chinese money?'

Caitlin looked up at Robert and calmly said, 'I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I've been doing exactly what you've arranged.'

'I arranged your motherfucking b!', Robert roared, pointing his finger at Caitlin. "I'll tell you, I just came back from the New York Mercantile Exchange, and I saw that the Chinese have already moved out of there, and they just moved out, which can only mean that you gave them the information...'

Before Robert could finish his sentence, Caitlin angrily slammed her hand down on the table and said, "Enough! Robert, first of all, I need to remind you that I am the princess of Harburg, not one of your vassals!'

'Secondly,' Catelyn continued, 'I have already told you that there are people in this world who can guess at possible market changes through easily overlooked details. So I ask you to put away your pig's head that never thinks. You think everyone is as mean as you, hiding in dark corners and playing despicable tricks!'

Robert trembled with rage at Caitlin's words. He gnashed his teeth and said, 'You Harburg whore, you know what? I really want to tie you to the cross right now and whip your pale body until it's covered in bloody stripes!'

Caitlin said without fear, 'You can try.'

'You think I don't dare?'

Robert roared, pounding the table hard. He even jumped over the table and lunged at Caitlin, but stopped when he reached her.

'I don't dare,' Robert said, 'but don't get too cocky, you bitch. Although I dare not touch you, I can touch others, such as your half-sister. I heard she is also a very beautiful woman.'

Caitlin immediately responded, 'Robert, what are you going to do?'

'What I'm going to do is of course take revenge.' Robert pointed his finger at Caitlin and said, 'I'm going to show you with practical actions that you are a fucking bitch, and this is what happens when you go against me!'

'Scum, you are a beast without any scruples!' Caitlin angrily cursed.

'Very good, I like that name,' Robert grinned evilly.