Chapter 152: What is this Zhou Ming going to do?

The World Trade Center is a very famous financial building in Brighton. Not only some Brighton companies, but also many famous companies from the entire six states of the New England region are willing to choose this place as their headquarters.

Like many other skyscrapers, the Brighton World Trade Center also has elevators that go to different floors. However, on November 26th, when all the office workers came to work as usual, they suddenly discovered that strict security measures had been added to the elevator entrances above the 60th floor. Many heavily armed security guards stood at the door, vigilantly staring at every pedestrian.

'Something must have happened again. You know how those rich people are, always afraid someone is going to kill them. It's because they've got all that money in their accounts, which they stole from us!'

People passing by whispered their conjectures and comments, because in the past, although the upper floors of the building were also off-limits, that was more for the safety of the building and not just the rich people who worked there. However, sometimes when there were many security guards at the elevator, it meant that many rich people were coming here for a meeting, and the building management was doing this to prevent accidents.

Most people just looked and then went upstairs to work, but some were curious, or had some kind of fantasy, or were journalists, so they stayed below to see what was going on.

It was ten o'clock in the morning before someone finally passed through security and entered the elevator to the 60th floor and above, which made those waiting excited.

'Look, there's Leo, the chairman of New Dawn Investments, Martin, the chairman of St. Martin Investments, Jamal, the chairman of Caribbean Investments, and Madison, the CEO of Lewis Investments. My God, these people are some of Brighton's most famous financial investors. Why are they all here at the World Trade Center today? Is there some important investment meeting going on?'

'I think it's very likely. After all, with the subprime mortgage crisis, the entire financial industry is laying off staff. But this is not a good way to solve the crisis, and it will only make it worse. Especially after the bankruptcy of Brook Investment, they have to think about themselves more. And I heard that they have already been discussing several investment projects worth over 100 million US dollars. Today's meeting must be related to this!'

'This is big news..."

The onlookers enthusiastically analysed the situation, but the financial investors had already taken the elevator upstairs. Meanwhile, if they could just be quiet for a moment, they could hear a helicopter approaching.

The penthouse of the World Trade Center, one of Brighton's most important financial buildings, is designed with a helipad.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that it's easy to buy a plane, but hard to fly it.

The point is that a private helicopter costs hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars. Anyone who has reached the level of manager or above in the financial world can basically afford at least one private helicopter. However, in reality, very few people buy them. The problem is that the airspace above most cities is a no-fly zone. The cost of obtaining a helicopter flight permit is not much lower than the cost of buying a private helicopter. In addition, regular maintenance and repair is also a major problem.

For these reasons, the only people who can ride around in a private helicopter are the wealthy members of luxury families, and the only person who can afford to be this high-profile is Adam's patriarch, Kristal. When the helicopter landed on the rooftop, he immediately stepped off the plane and went to the rooftop meeting room.

At this time, Jamiel Madison's financial investors were already waiting here. Although they were already 'big shots' in the eyes of ordinary people and the media, they could only sit there cautiously like schoolchildren, waiting to ask Christo questions, in the face of Christo, the patriarch of such a large family.

Christo, on the other hand, took the top seat without any hesitation. He looked around the room and nodded slightly, saying, 'Since everyone is here, let's get down to business. Since the sale of your CDS contracts to that Chinese person, has anything else happened in the CDS market?'

Faced with this question, everyone looked at each other, and in the end, Jamal, the chairman of the Caribbean Investment Company, answered: 'No, and since you last approached us, we have also thought that the Chinese may use these contracts for some kind of conspiracy, but we haven't seen the Chinese at the Barton Tavern in the past two days.'

With Jamal's answer, the others also shook their heads and said no.

Christo raised his hand to indicate silence and then said, 'I already know your answer. That's it for today, you can go home.'

As he spoke, Christo was about to stand up, and his action suddenly shocked everyone. No one expected Christo to leave after just one question. This was too inexplicable, wasn't it? Although there was a gap between their statuses, they were all at least the chairman of various investment companies and had a very high status in Brighton, so how could they not say more than a few words?

Christo seemed to sense the surprise and dissatisfaction in these people's hearts, and he pointed at the middle-aged man who had come with him and said, 'If you have anything else, just speak to my butler.'

With these words, Christo left these people alone and left the meeting room.

However, after Christo left, he did not take the helicopter to leave directly, but went to the next room to rest. After just a while, his butler also came in.

'Sir, according to the feedback from the investors just now, all their companies are currently running well, and all businesses are progressing in an orderly manner. They have also brought their company financial statements..."

The butler's words came to an abrupt end here, because he could see that although Christo had taken the financial documents he had given him, he had simply thrown them on the desktop without looking at them again after taking them, obviously not being interested in them. So he asked, 'Sir, are you still worried about the Chinese guy?'

It was only after this question that Christo reacted. He looked up at the butler and said, 'What on earth is that Chinese guy thinking? Why did he buy so many CDS contracts on the market? With the subprime mortgage crisis he created, the value of those contracts themselves is not getting lower and lower? Everyone on the market is selling, and the price is dropping again and again, so why would he buy such things?'

'If he plans to buy these contracts and sell them later, I don't think it's profitable, because no matter how low the price is, someone has to buy them. If no one is interested, there will be no transaction. And more importantly, it doesn't seem like he plans to sell them. What is he planning to do?' Kristal asked with a frown.

'Perhaps he just plans to hold onto these contracts, just as he swindled those mortgaged properties from Brooke. He provided those properties to the ethnic minorities as rentals, collected the rent from the minorities, and promised to automatically own the properties after a certain number of years of renting. This method will bring him very lucrative benefits in the future.'

The butler continued, 'As far as I know, the price of these CDS contracts is about five times higher than the current selling price. Assuming that the Chinese person buys a $200 million contract now, then in ten years, his $200 million will become $1 billion. This is definitely a very cost-effective deal, so I'm sure the Chinese person will make this decision as well.'

'As you mentioned, that's just a possibility. After all, the duration of the CDS contract is too long, and his credit rating has been declining since the subprime mortgage crisis. Even many major insurance companies are unwilling to take this risk, let alone the Chinese. I believe he would never do this. This is partly his vision, but more importantly, it's my own intuition! 'Christo said.

The butler said with some puzzlement, 'Please forgive me for being blunt, sir, but I don't understand why you think so. He's just an ordinary Chinese.'

'But half a year ago, I also couldn't believe that those subprime loans with a credit rating of A+ would change, and I couldn't believe that Brook Investment would face bankruptcy because of that,' Christo reminded his butler.

'That was probably just an accident, because no one expected that the Chinese could convince those minorities to give up their homes and credit in such a way as to pressure Brook, and coupled with the fact that Brook's idiot made an unforgivable mistake, that's how it ended up,' The butler said, 'But now it's different. These CDS contracts are absolutely safe.'

Christo waved his hand and also signalled the butler to go out. He placed all the company's financial statements on his desk and looked at the companies. In Christo's heart, there was still only one thought: what exactly did this Ming Zhou want to do.

In fact, ever since Christo knew that Ming Zhou had bought more than 200 million US dollars worth of CDS contracts at Barton's Tavern, he had been thinking about this question, but there was never an answer.

At this moment, Christo actually regretted a little bit his decision to help Robert take revenge. Although he had done a very guilty thing when he was young, he had always tolerated Robert and had raised him to have a very annoying temper. Even this time, he had only acted against Zhou Ming so that he could hear him call himself 'Father'.

But at that time, he only thought that he was just an ordinary Chinese person, so how could he have imagined that this would be the result today?

But there was no turning back now. There was no point in regretting what had been done. And even if he were to do it all over again, he would definitely still say yes to Robert. The only thing to watch out for was Zhou Ming's methods. After all, Zhou Ming's work had almost no margin for error. If he destroyed just one of the items, Zhou Ming's entire plan would be ruined.

However, no matter how hard Christo thought about it, he could never get past the obstacle of Zhou Ming: what was he up to?