Chapter 2323: Not procrastinating

Who is Lin Meili? That's incredibly smart.
She did not have a financial background, but since she has done this business, she knows a lot about relevant knowledge.
And this month, she didn't go to meetings and discussions alone, she also added a lot of relevant knowledge.
Based on the understanding of Feng Jun's portrait and the analysis of upper-level think tanks, everyone has reached a consensus on his behavior of donating gold, that is, the amount of gold will no longer affect Feng Jun's development.
This consensus makes many people feel incredible. You must know that gold is a natural currency.
If Feng Jun doesn't care about gold anymore-he didn't say that, but others have thought of it, this possibility is very high.
Thinking a little more, he might even hit the plate with gold. This possibility is not non-existent-he has a lot of gold.
Then the question came: why did he do this, why did he dare to do it?
What about more gold? If you want to live under the gold standard, you can't let gold depreciate too hard.
Therefore, everyone has a guess: Feng Jun may have discovered a hard currency that is harder than gold!
This speculation... feels particularly nonsense. Is it possible that hard currency is harder than gold?
In fact, we really cannot underestimate various experts, professional analysis, and the results that can be obtained are often infinitely close to the truth.
So, although everyone guessed that Feng Jun might have other hard currencies, they just guessed it—they didn't believe it!
After all, Lin Meimei did not study this major, let alone an immortal cultivator. She came back this time just to facilitate this - as to whether Feng Jun had other harder currencies, that was the next task.
So she apologized, "Mr. Feng, I have no intention of explaining anything, but as a high-achieving student with a degree in business administration, you should know that the change of currency reserves is not an event, not a project, but a system. ."
These words are all light, and they are not just a system problem at all.
Feng Jun was silent, and it took him a long time to answer, "Well, it's my fault."
When he is in his position, he should honestly admit that he has done something wrong, otherwise he will not be affected.
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "I am in a hurry, you can discuss it for a while...I shouldn't urge it."
"You can understand, that's fine," Lin Meili also breathed a sigh of relief. What she worries most is Feng Juntou's refusal to admit that under such circumstances, the difficulty of her work will increase many times.
Now that he understands it, her next explanation will make it easy to speak, "Your suggestion will be reflected in the first time. We take it very seriously. Really... Even if you don’t take you seriously, we must take 300,000 tons of gold. , Do you think this is the reason?"
Feng Jun nodded, "This is the truth, 300,000 tons of gold is indeed more worthy of attention than me."
What he said is not without self-deprecating, but it is also a fact. Regardless of the influence of the mysterious side, 300,000 tons of gold is enough to support Mai Guo to fight ten more Gulf Wars.
However, Lin Mei's vision is not only on the Gulf War. "With the currency system reform, 300,000 tons of gold is really nothing...How much gold do you think the credit system of a country is worth?"
I am a Bachelor of Business Administration, but not a PhD in Economics! Feng Jun felt a little helpless.
He didn't want to reason with her either. First, he really didn't understand, and second...
"What is the value?" Feng Jun was too lazy to answer, "Anyway, I only know that you can't mine 300,000 tons of gold on the earth!"
"It's really not a problem of gold," Lin Mei said with a smile. "The national credit system may be really small for a small country. A few hundred tons of gold can solve it, but a big country... can really be very big!"
"You’re right, 300,000 tons of gold cannot be mined from the earth, but gold is never just gold... tyrannical currency, it’s not enough to have enough reserves, you think Mai Yuan is tyrannical, yes Is there enough reserves?"
She did not study business administration, but this question is enough to ask more than 80% of the bachelor of business administration.
However, Feng Jun has been working hard in other worlds over the years, and he has a sufficient understanding of currency reserves. This kind of problem is simply open his mouth, "No, in the final analysis, I still have to talk about his own strength and insufficient reserves. Is it over hair?"
Beauty Lin suddenly became speechless, what did I tell you, what did you tell me?
She did not answer positively. After thinking about it, she explained it as tactfully as possible, "I want to say that monetary policy involves the country and cannot be changed in a single sentence, so it took me so long to reply... Can you understand? ?"
"Of course I can understand," Feng Jun said with a wry smile, "Even if you know, I have enough gold reserves on hand."
This is a bit insincere-if you really believe that I have enough gold in my hand, would it be difficult to consider changing monetary policy? It's just that you don't believe me too much.
Otherwise, you can get things done first. As for other regulations and details, you can gradually improve.
Lin Meimei also heard it, he was a little bit grumbling, but she didn't know it anymore, instead she spoke upright.
"After a month of intense argumentation and calculations, this matter has set the tone and unified thinking. The next step is to warm up internationally, blow the air internally, and quickly advance the matter... At present, you are short of gold here. , That is Dinghai Shenzhen."
"I won't have any problems here," Feng Jun answered casually, "Where do you want me to ship the gold?"
In fact, he was a little angry just now. Think about it carefully. If such a big thing can be decided in three or five days, then it would be irresponsible, right? More than a month... It's really fast.
Lin Meili pushed the folder at hand, it was as thick as Cihai, "We carefully screened seven reliable places, and the final choice is up to you."
The power to make a decision... is actually not that important. Choosing these seven positions is the key. Now that Feng Jun makes the decision, it can be regarded as a kind of respect for him.
Feng Jun took it and took a look, only to secretly start to talk, because there are so many places to hide things.
He didn't read the specific details, but pointed to one of them, "It's here, when can I ship it?"
He chose an abandoned mine in Jin Province.
Jin Province is a large coal-producing province with many abandoned mines. In response to this idle resource, Jin Province intends to develop tourism projects. Some potholes have been initially reinforced and repaired and are waiting for the approval of relevant policies.
Feng Jun hadn't forgotten that the Guardian had some inexplicable sentiments towards Jin Province, so it's good to just shoot a flattery.
Mei Lin glanced at him, a little surprised by his choice, "How could it be here?"
Feng Jun looked at her helplessly, and said slowly, "Since I have made the decision, I still need to explain the reason to you?"
There was an irritating remark, Lin Meili was startled, and then she chuckled, "I'm just curious, just ask."
That's how beautiful women are doing things well, and if they act like a baby in a hurry, they basically deal with it.
"I look pleasing to the eye," Feng Jun answered casually, and then asked, "Why, it is difficult to choose it?"
There must be a bit of difficulty. Lin Meimei knows this very well. The development of the mine is currently listed as a candidate for local projects in Jin Province. The safety of the mine is mainly valued.
Not to mention the deep inland of Jin Province, there are also solid mountains and rivers on the outside and inside. This kind of big project that concerns the country is relatively safe to put here.
Anyway, Beauty Lin shook her head simply, "No problem, if everything goes well, you can ship gold tomorrow night."
There is indeed no problem. Once the Guojia machine is started, the efficiency is quite amazing-at least in China,
Later that day, this project was taken over by an unknown state-owned enterprise. By the end of the evening, the army had already arrived, set up the camp, and announced that it was going to conduct a training exercise.
In the early morning of the next day, several management personnel were in place, as Feng could basically determine-either a soldier or a soldier!
Feng Jun has not been idle in these days. In addition to practicing, he has also instilled divine consciousness into a lot of obsidian-this is a very divine task, and he can understand more why the guardian suggested him So exercise spirituality.
Occasionally, he would think of Yi Jue, her spiritual mind is stronger than him, but it is not the one that is so strong that it is actually quite hard to make the obsidian.
Whenever thinking about this, Feng Jun always secretly made up his mind to return her sooner or later-we really are not ungrateful.
In addition, it is to cut the huge piece of goose head gold, which is roughly an irregular ball with a diameter of five or six hundred meters. It is not too big or too small, so he directly chose the Sahara Desert for decomposition. The venue.
Feng Jun is the subject of mild obsessive-compulsive disorder~EbookFREE.me~ He divides the kotou gold into cubes of one meter in length, width and height, because the purity of kotou gold is not particularly high, almost 14 tons per cubic meter. Many, less than 15 tons.
In other words, 10,000 cubes is 150,000 tons. Feng Jun first prepared 30,000 cubes, which is roughly a little over 400,000 tons. There is still a slight difference from the 500,000 tons he promised. However, for this difference, the other party should Wouldn't you care?
On the next night, he came to the location of the mine and saw the army's camp at a glance, and there was a concrete mixer truck next to it pouring the ground, which was obviously about to build a barracks.
It seemed that a replacement had taken over. Feng Jun made a judgment and then looked at the abandoned tunnel.
In the tunnel, the lights are brilliant, but no one can tell that the local government has invested a lot in order to control this abandoned mine.
Feng Jun was quite satisfied with this place. After releasing his divine consciousness, he felt that there was a very wide space at a depth of four to five hundred meters underground, and it was really suitable to store kowloon gold.
Everything was fine, but the light was too strong. Feng Jun found the switch and pulled the switch off.