After looking at Wu Wen who was busy in the kitchen, Jing Jian lowered his voice and asked Cao Haiyan softly on the other end of the phone: "How do you feel? Are you having a good appetite?"

"They fight every day, they are so ugly." Cao Haiyan said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jian, it's been a few days. Baby and I miss you very much."

Jing Jian heard the subtext and was silent for a while. During the previous examination, Cao Haiyan and his son were both healthy. And she was quite powerful, and she was still very happy with the twins, assuming that Jing Jian was so happy. But now...?

So Jing Jian said vaguely: "If you have time, you will definitely come here to accompany you."

“…”

A pregnant woman was dealt with, and there was another pregnant woman who needed comfort: "...Xia'er, I'm pretty good in Hong Kong. If it goes well, I may go back to Los Angeles to see you next month." Next month is Cao Haiyan's due date.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xia seemed very impatient: "I know, Aunt Jing. Hehehe, I will take good care of myself. I'm busy now and I don't have time to pay attention to you. I'm dying!"

Amid laughter, Zhao Xia hurriedly hung up the phone, causing Jing Jian to be stunned while pinching the microphone.

At home in Los Angeles, Zhao Xia hung up the phone and sat next to Qin Zi with a smile, teasing Qin Zi's daughter, and vaguely showing off: "Men are just annoying. Zimei, aren't you talking about anything? Are you already single? Then come here to live together, and you can save money. I have someone to talk to, and we sisters can take care of each other."

"No, I dare not trouble." Qin Zi waved her hand quickly, her expression was quite awkward. Today, she suddenly met Zhao Xia on the street and was pulled home enthusiastically by her. She found that Zhao Xia was already pregnant, and Qin Zi didn't know how to deal with it.

In fact, after meeting Qin Zi last time, Zhao Xia had taken the initiative to look for it for a while. It was actually inevitable. At this time, Zhao Xia was still in the joy of reunion of her friends. She rarely responded with a domineering voice: "What's the trouble? Let's move here today. Right? Panpan? Do you like your godmother? Hehehe. Zimei, you dare to be pretentious, have you seen it? There are a lot of nannies and bodyguards in this house. Where can you escape? And the little kid's ill-gotten wealth is useless. We are so at ease. If you don't speak, just think you agreed?"

"..." Qin Zi blinked, speechless.

...

Jing Jian didn't know that a "terrifying scene" of Wang Jianwang had already appeared at his home in Los Angeles. Because not long after, he received a call from Feng Biaoting.

Looking at the advertisement in the newspaper in front of him, Feng Biaoting suppressed the anger in his heart: "A Jian, is your big river meant?"

What's the point? Of course, it's to please the country. Jing Jian is not like those short-sighted local real estate developers. Even if he can't move in Hong Kong after offending, the country is still broad. Otherwise, he will be able to tour, advertise, buy back the real money of the RMB and the Canton Fair?

Here, other actions may be easy to understand, so let’s mention the great significance of recycling RMB. At this time, the RMB free from Hong Kong was as high as tens of billions. You should know that this was in 1989. According to the actual purchase value, this huge sum of money may be equivalent to the current tens of billions or even trillions of RMB.

You can imagine what would happen if the market suddenly had a shortage of trillion yuan in cash? It must be that there was a serious shortage of currency. You would need a limit on withdrawing cash from the bank. You might get half of the white slips or forcibly allocated treasury bonds for payment of wages. However, commercial circulating triangular bonds are rampant, and many factories will go bankrupt due to lack of working capital. In fact, around the 1990s, workers in cities forced treasury bonds, farmers were thrown into white slips, and triangular bonds were everywhere, which was a very serious shortage of money. If it hurts further, the economy may really collapse.

There may be some friends who are not familiar with the monetary economy who will ask - since the RMB is missing, can the country print it? This idea... ahem. It can indeed print it, but it is guaranteed to be inflationary, so the market immediately rushes to buy. Speaking of which, one of the important reasons for the incident just happened is that the rush to buy when prices broke through, which caused great public grievances. Do you take the initiative to "create" a rush to buy? It's not like that if you commit suicide, right?

Of course, relying solely on Jing Jian and their repurchase is to turn the tide of the country's economy? That is a bit exaggerated. But at least it also plays a very important role. In addition, tens of billions of RMB are free of Hong Kong. No matter how many moves are made on the black market, it will eventually be exchanged at the Hong Kong branch of the Bank of China. That is the risk of the loss of tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars? It may be said that if Jing Jian and their repurchase of RMB 1, the country will lose the threat of foreign exchange loss of RMB 1. Therefore, no matter how overestimates its role, it will not be considered too much.

However, in the face of Feng Biaoting's anger, Jing Jian would not speak fiercely. He smiled and said, "Uncle Feng, am I optimistic about Hong Kong? The housing prices are so low, if they don't buy them, I will buy them."

"You cheat? Little bastard." Feng Biaoting finally couldn't help but curse, "If you buy it, buy it, do an advertisement? You want to bet on the mainland and secretly do it and take care of you? You are like this...? Do you want to break up with everyone?"

At this time, the big businessmen in Hong Kong did make small moves, but they did not dare to oppose the mainland on the surface. They were basically fencemen, talking to people and talking to ghosts. When communicating with the mainland, they said that their compatriots were one family; when facing the Hong Kong and British government, they were another thing of Balabara. The mainland knew what these people were doing, but for the sake of united front, they still endured them and pretended to turn a blind eye to many small moves.

But unexpectedly, Jing Jian overturned the smelly toilet in one go. His big-name advertisements are hyping up "Hong Kong will be better in the motherland." So what about the people who are hostile to him? Isn't that public? How can you go to the mainland to have fun in the future?

Of course Jing Jian knew that there would be such a result. But now he is still pretending to be stupid: "Uncle Feng, don't scare me. I just shout a few slogans. Who can I break up with? Haha, I am young and don't know anything. I still need you to teach you more in the future."

"Bah! You don't understand yet?" Feng Biaoting was not that easy to fool, "Okay, let's not talk about anything else. I had an appointment with the rich man tonight, but now I have received a lot of calls, but I can't come. Tell me, what should I do?"

"What to do? Just make a cold meal." Jing Jian didn't care. "Anyway, I will definitely attend at night. They will come at will. It's really empty, so I'll pack it up and go home. We'll be very tired from raising Lingling and Honghong in the future. We can't waste it, right? Hahaha."
Chapter completed!