550: Behind the scenes consortium

Anderson didn't raise his glass; instead, he said with a hint of worry, "General Managers Ren, you know, I've seen people like you who put all their assets on the line.

But a young man with such a promising future like you, in my limited life experience, I haven't seen either.

The Fenglei shares you hold have enormous potential; as long as you weather this crisis, they will surely double again within the next three to five years.

So, I'm still very curious, or rather, it's not just curiosity.

I also need a reasonable explanation: what is your purpose? Is it truly to raise funds for Fenglei that you are mortgaging all your assets?"

Ren Yi smiled and said, "Since you want to know so much, I won't hide it anymore. You know that USA is currently experiencing a rate cut crisis.

If I can raise 80 billion now and invest it in finance, I think after the dollar rate cut in half a year, I can earn 160 billion, or even 200 billion.

For such a sure-win business, I think anyone would be willing to do it."

Anderson exclaimed, "Mr. Ren, why do you say that? Although the dollar does have a trend of rate cuts, no one can say for sure the exact time. Why are you so certain it will be in half a year?"

In the gold rush era, some became millionaires, but others were swallowed by the vast gold mines, unknown to anyone.

Mr. Ren, tell me, how can you guarantee that you can achieve a doubling?"

Ren Yi smiled and said, "Just by the fact that in two years, I transformed Fenglei from a third-rate company on the verge of bankruptcy into an industry leader that can now challenge Tesla.

Even if I really lose the gamble, I think the shares I hold are enough to cover your bank's losses."

Anderson was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "General Managers Ren, you are about the same age as my son, and I also envy your courage. You remind me of a historical figure from China, Xiang Yu, truly unparalleled in his dominance."

Ren Yi smiled and said, "Mr. Anderson, I know you like our culture very much, but I have to regretfully tell you that your understanding hasn't even reached that of an elementary school student.

Xiang Yu was actually a loser; I'd rather you think of me as Liu Bang."

Anderson said, "But Liu Bang was a hypocritical scoundrel who was afraid of death."

Ren Yi shook his head and said, "Destroying Qin and establishing Han, not killing meritorious officials, treating the common people well—whether he was a scoundrel or not is not for you to say, but for history to decide."

Anderson was momentarily speechless.

By the time he came to his senses, he found that Ren Yi had already left.

He also hurriedly walked out of the tea room.

...

On the other side.

Inside a private island resort villa in United States.

Several well-dressed business people were sitting on sofas, forming a circle.

On the coffee table in front of them were three stem glasses, and a bottle of Kweichow Maotai that was half-empty.

The person sitting in the middle was a white-haired old man.

He was wearing a black shirt with a white knitted cardigan over it, a hat on his head, and his eyes were bright, giving him quite the capitalist demeanor.

He said, "I'm sorry, friends, I think our vacation has to end early.

Just now, Anderson sent me an urgent message, telling us that we must deal with it as soon as possible."

To the old man's left was a big fat man weighing over two hundred pounds.

He was wearing a rose-red short-sleeved shirt, and a golden walking stick was resting on the sofa.

The fat man said, "Johnny, I hope you bring good news, otherwise I'll poke your butt with my walking stick."

Johnny wasn't angry at his rudeness; instead, he smiled and said, "Gordon, you're really going to be disappointed; this time it really is good news."

Gordon laughed heartily, picked up his glass, and downed most of the whisky in one gulp.

To Johnny's right was a short, middle-aged Asian man.

He was the youngest of the three, and his status should also be the lowest.

Because when he spoke, his attitude was also extremely cautious.

He said softly, "Mr. Gordon, let's first hear Mr. Johnny's good news."

Gordon looked at him contemptuously, his massive belly almost bursting his shirt, revealing the white fatty meat underneath.

Gordon said coldly, "Suzuki-san, you must be impatient, aren't you?"

At this moment, Johnny smiled and said, "Anderson mentioned in his letter to me that currently, the General Managers of an automobile company wants to mortgage all the shares he holds to our bank for a loan of 80 billion."

Gordon was unmoved, holding his glass and taking a sip.

Suzuki, however, sat up straight. He realized this was a rare financial transaction that no ordinary bank could handle.

Johnny continued, "According to the information Anderson gave me, that automobile company is called Fenglei. I suppose you are not unfamiliar with it, are you?

And based on the information we previously gathered, this Ren Yi is very likely a front for a high-ranking official in China.

Therefore, he was able to rise rapidly in just two years and achieve such a large scale in the automobile industry."

Suzuki said, "So it's him. He now wants to revitalize his country's automobile industry, and I heard he is very close to the Chinese military."

Gordon said disdainfully, "It's just a small automobile industry. What kind of waves can it make?"

Johnny said, "This Ren Yi is indeed a talent. He is committed to revitalizing the automobile industry, and he has unique vision and a broad perspective.

As for my saying that he is a front for a high-ranking official in China, I haven't received definitive confirmation of this information yet.

I believe that even if we really wanted to investigate, we wouldn't find his true identity. Moreover, I don't think it's necessary."

Suzuki interjected, "I heard that Fenglei recently encountered financial difficulties, causing many businesses that previously cooperated with Fenglei to pull out and run."

Johnny looked at Suzuki with bright eyes. This news was not particularly difficult for them to know.

However, Suzuki still stated it so clearly, which showed that he paid close attention to international affairs.

Those in banking must have broad knowledge and be well-informed to always stay one step ahead of their competitors.

Gordon said, "Suzuki-san, why do you always waste your energy on such trivial matters? Isn't international oil prices worth studying?"

After saying that, he laughed heartily, then added, "Sorry, Suzuki-san, I'm a straightforward person."

Suzuki didn't get angry; he smiled and said, "Mr. Gordon, because my first job after graduation was in the automobile industry, I pay more attention to news about the automobile industry. Please excuse me."

Gordon glanced at him, said nothing, drained the wine in his glass, and poured himself another full one.

Johnny frowned and said, "Gordon, I think you're a bit drunk. For the following matters, I hope you can have a clear mind before we talk."

Gordon pouted, placed his glass on the table, and said, "Alright, alright, no problem."

Johnny turned to Suzuki and said, "You seem to know Ren Yi of Fenglei quite well. Can you tell me your opinion of him?"