Chapter 804: American wealthy, but so

In Fei Rong's view.
The big families of DuPont, Rockefeller, and Morgan have all risen with the rise of the United States. They have hundreds of years of history, trillion-dollar assets, rich and powerful nations, control the economic lifeline of the United States and the world, can control politics, and control presidential elections.
In 2008 and 2009, Fannie Mae and Fannie Mae subprime mortgage bonds thundered, and financial institutions such as Bear Stearns and Merrill Lynch collapsed, triggering the global financial tsunami.
But they are asking for help from financial giants like Morgan. Morgan's influence is comparable to that of the US Treasury and the Federal Reserve.
It is with their full support that the United States and the global economy are gradually recovering.
From 1929, any family in the world during the Great Depression and sniping on countries outside the United States played a pivotal role.
From high-tech stocks to high oil prices, they dominated every market operation after the Great Depression.
They claim to be experts in bubble manufacturing. No one can create bubbles more than it, and no one can detonate financial nuclear bombs, including major events that shake the world such as the Dubai crisis.
Compared with such a behemoth, it is said that Wang Jie and Fei Rong, and even Lu Song and the two are too far apart to try hard to climb.
When Lu Song and two families, DuPont and Morgan, stood at the pinnacle of the United States and the world, it was as if they had seen the expensive decoration of the sky. They were not treated with care and could not make a mistake, so Jiang Tian would not let them bother.
How can Jiang Tian be able to provoke such a family? How can you bother!
"Let's go and see!"
After listening to these explanations, Liu Yating and Jin Gege were also in a hurry and rushed to catch up.
"Jiang Tian, ​​let's forget it! It's a small thing, but it's in the United States, not domestically!"
Wang Jie was panting and sweating on his forehead.
This is the United States, a society ruled by law, and the FBI is not so provocative.
Whatever battle Tian Jiang is going to fight, everyone can't afford to walk around.
"America, what is there to fear?"
Jiang Tian smiled, his eyes disdain.
If before, Jiang Tian did not dare to provoke the United States at will, after all, it was the largest country in the world.
But now it's different.
The lives of many American politicians and senior officials are in his hands.
Disobedient, kill it!
If you dare to provoke, kill it!
"It's over! My brother's temper is up again! This is a big deal! It's a dead man!"
Seeing Jiang Tian make such a statement, Wang Jie only felt that his legs became weak for a while, and the sky turned round and round, and his heart was bitter.
This time a Western-style reception was held, which looked quite equal, but in fact, an invisible barrier still existed.
Imagine that a small classmate can be divided into three, six, nine, etc., which is well mixed and poorly mixed.
Not to mention such a pinnacle party?
When Jiang Tian walked to the north area of ​​the hall.
Suddenly, eight tall, imposing men in black crossed their bodies, opened their arms, and stopped the way.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
They were bodyguards, bulging at the waist, stuffed with hard guys, sharp eyes, and battle-hardened.
"Come toast a glass of wine, but a grudge!"
Jiang Tian was laughing, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he looked at the people behind the bodyguard.
At this time, Lu Lujia, Song Chaoyang, Li Yanmei, Xia Lin, and other young people, Lu Jiaguo Lu Songguo, Song Jiasu Song Beishan, are talking to several American wealthy rich.
The few American powers, headed by one, were young blondes.
This person seems to be a mixed-race child, with a handsome face and a tall body, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere that can only be cultivated by a hundred years of wealthy families.
With its huge gas field, even Lu Zhenguo Song Beishan can hold it down.
It was just that there was a gloom in his eyebrows, which seemed a little gloomy.
"Little Morgan, I respect you! The Lu family can take root in the United States, thank you for your help!"
Lu Zhenguo raised his wine glass and blushed authentically.
"When the Morgan Consortium entered the China Financial Market, Mr. Lu helped us a lot!"
Little Morgan just took a sip of red wine and looked very reserved, saying:
"Especially to promote the reform of Hua Xia's banking industry, and the listing of the four major banks has made us profitably and weather the financial crisis!"
He is personable, and speaks with ease:
"The Morgan family has always valued friendship, and now the Lu family and Song family are in trouble. Of course, we have to help!"
"Little Morgan, well said! May our friendship last forever!"
Seeing this, next to him, Song Beishan in a decent Tang suit smiled at the palm of his hand, always reassuring.
Several other young people, such as Lu Qiji, Song Chaoyang, Xia Lin, and Li Yanmei, all smiled and applauded.
Start with Jiang Tian defeating Song Lu two.
The two began to transfer assets overseas in a hidden and orderly manner with the support of the Morgan Consortium.
After a long period of time, the assets have been transferred.
auzw.com At present, the two are spending their money. They have invited cia's retired old agents to help, and set off a lot of Huaxia agents who monitor them.
It is said that the high-level anger in this matter, the big brothers in the sea are preparing to issue a red warrant.
But Song Beishan was not afraid, contented!
They control a lot of special information that is taboo!
If Huaxia is pressed tight, then the dead net will be broken and handed over to the US Pentagon for political asylum.
However, unlike Song Beishan!
Thinking of these days of fear and fright, Lu Zhenguo felt a sadness in his heart, which was very unpleasant.
In that year, he killed the battlefield for Huaxia, and Ma Ge wrapped up his body and took the high position.
For the descendants of Fukuzawa, one of the sons and daughters won the center one day, ascended to the top of the power pyramid and overlooked China.
It even evolved into a martial art family that lasted for hundreds of years.
And now, under the persecution of Jiang Taichu.
They can only leave their foundations for decades, become bereavement dogs, and travel to other countries to seek refuge in the United States. The Yangyang people breathe like a second Zhang Shuaishuai.
"Li Yanmei is my step-granddaughter. In the future, I will be able to tie up with the son of the DuPont family, and then I will kiss and kiss!"
At this point, Song Beishan laughed.
Next to him, Li Yanmei carried a young man with the momentum and status second only to Little Morgan, and her eyes narrowed into a slit.
After Song Shuangyan left Yanjing.
She recognized Song Beishan as a grandfather, and she represented Song Family as a full agent. She also became an agent of the Tenjin Group.
Now she's pacing, and is engaged to the heirs of the DuPont family. Even Morgan dares not to belittle her.
"Congratulations, Li Yanmei!"
Aside, Xia Lin was smiling, but she was sour and somewhat jealous.
Li Yanmei is so good at meeting each other.
Soon after contacting the Dupons's son, he climbed up to his bed and cut off his beard.
For now, she can only focus on little Morgan, but has not yet achieved significant results.
Little Morgan and Little DuPont are too powerful. Ten Lu Lixuan can't compare.
At the beginning, Lu Lixuan tried his best to use milk to whipped the whole Huaxia and prepare for the Huaxia Fuxing Society.
It's just trying to build a large consortium that rivals DuPont and Morgan.
"Some people start at the end of your struggle."
"The big US chaebols are really too powerful!"
"If there wasn't Jiang Taichu who killed the thousand swords, maybe Lu Lixuan had accomplished great work!"
Many people think of these pasts, sighing in their hearts, with mixed feelings.
However, being able to come to the United States and cooperate with many large chaebols finally set off a new chapter.
At this time, Song Beishan was still full of pride, and he looked like a slave with his knees in a stammered English, toasting:
"We Chinese little people are grateful for the help of DuPont, Morgan, Rockefeller and others."
"Now, I propose that we toast to our international friends in the United States!"
"Come and drink!"
Many of them are at the top of the Chinese elite.
Now in front of these Americans, they are like three grandchildren, whispering and charming.
The white bodyguard had seen Wang Jie get kicked out before.
Seeing that Jiang Tian was with him again, he suddenly felt a bit of a slow heart, raised his finger in the direction of the doorway, and said with high toes:
"Ugly yellow-skinned monkey, this is where the nobles meet, where you can come, get out of me immediately!"
In fact, as a bodyguard of the Morgan family, he was accustomed to the appearance of Huaxia Quangui whispering to a small bodyguard.
Therefore, he is indifferent to any Huaxia people, as a low-level nation, full of arrogance.
"Dog stuff, when are you in this era, and you still play‘ Chinese and dogs, not allowed in ’?

Jiang Tian's eyes were cold and cold, a slight mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Tian has deep feelings for the nation.
Even if he could cross the universe at first, he had broken through the void and returned to Earth and Huaxia to take a look.
At this point, where does he allow this person to desecrate the dignity of the Chinese people?
"Ugly yellow-skinned monkey, what do you say?"
The white bodyguard was furious, his eyebrows were cold, and his sleeves showed his sturdy arms.
"roll!"
Jiang Tian's eyes were bored, and he didn't even have a hand, just drank softly.
哐 Dang!
Jiang Tian has now built the foundation, and how powerful the Dragon Yin's magic sound is, just like the shock of the waves.
The white bodyguard snorted, like a scarecrow in a passive car crashing into the air, spraying blood on his mouth, flying out with blood stained, and hitting the stage without moving.