CHAPTER 1609: CHAPTER 1082: A WORTHY OPPONENT

"Japan National Bank has passed a resolution to prepare for an interest rate hike."

Peninsula Hotel.

"Operations Center."

Jiang Chen held his phone and looked at the computer, "Isn’t it a bit late to raise rates now? They still think of themselves as the Fed."

An important method the government uses to achieve macroeconomic regulation is interest rate hikes and cuts.

For example, previously affected by nuclear wastewater, Japan implemented a monetary quantitative easing policy, lowering loan interest rates. The original intention was to promote domestic economic development and help enterprises through difficult times, but the result was contrary to the expectation; the money leaving the banks quickly flowed into the thriving stock market.

And now with interest rate hikes, it’s the same story.

Lowering rates leads to more market funds, while raising rates has the opposite effect, attracting the public to deposit money in banks for interest, reducing cash circulation in the market, and enticing investors with high-interest rates to turn away from the stock market and put money into banks.

The most adept at this practice is none other than the Beautiful Country, the non-human light Freedom Lighthouse.

Behind numerous financial crises where people suffer is the kindhearted country relying on its currency hegemony, tirelessly dominating the direction of global wealth through interest rate hikes and cuts, thus achieving long-term harvesting of humanity’s wealth.

The US Dollar is a global currency and can play this game, but yen?

Clearly, it doesn’t qualify.

And now the fire has already started, a crisis is best extinguished at its onset, just like an out-of-control reactor.

At the Yingdong Electric Power nuclear accident consultations, the Deputy Chairman proposed a "death squad" plan involving thousands.

Wanting to salvage the rapidly soaring financial market will also come at a heavy price.

"Feng Shi has stepped in; dragging it out further would cause more harm than good."

The one who "tipped off" Boss Jiang with a phone call is none other than Fujiwara Reiki, the biggest "mole."

As the Fujiwara Family’s heiress, yet leading a betrayal against her own country, it’s practically asking for extermination.

However, many times, one cannot morally coerce.

The prerequisite for demanding patriotism is whether the country is worth the love, or in other words, you love the country, but does the country love you?

It’s just like dating.

Being a one-sided devotee is bound to end poorly, and Miss Fujiwara is clearly not a devotee.

On the contrary.

If it’s not what she wants, then break it!

"And the Japan government is considering releasing Cao Jinse."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and then laughed, "Have they awakened?"

"It might be Feng Shi’s idea. Once released, Shenzhou loses the moral high ground, and Western media can step in and create a storm of public opinion."

"Indeed, a practiced move."

Jiang Chen said, "But with the release, what reason will they concoct? A wrong arrest?"

Fujiwara Reiki understood the implications, "She’s been detained for so long; it’s time for her to come out."

"She doesn’t want to come out herself."

"She doesn’t want to come out herself?"

Fujiwara Reiki was initially unprepared but soon understood, sighed lightly, "Miss Cao is indeed a formidable opponent."

Formidable... opponent?

Jiang Chen did not ask, "It’s time to hurry with the next batch of yen."

"Latest by the day after tomorrow, earliest by noon tomorrow."

Fujiwara Reiki replied simply and directly.

No sentimentality, after all Bai Zheli was still beside him. Jiang Chen put down the phone, looked at the thrilling Japanese stock market on the computer, suddenly thought of something, "Check Dongyue Chemical."

The trader at the computer immediately executed the command.

Information on Dongyue Chemical was quickly pulled up.

Current market value 29 billion US Dollars, ranked at the lower end of Fortune 500 companies.

"How much of the company’s shares do we currently own?" Jiang Chen asked.

Bai Zheli had already picked up a tablet to check.

This acquisition was too broad, with too many companies involved, impossible to remember each one, and the data changes every day, even every moment.

"In total, 17.6%."

"How many shares does the largest shareholder hold?"

"This company’s largest shareholder is Mitsui Bank."

Bai Zheli said, "With the shares we currently hold, we are the third-largest shareholder of this Dongyue Chemical."

Indeed.

It’s truly like that joke.

Trading stocks casually truly turns into being a shareholder.

"Chen Ge, what’s up with this company?"

Bai Zheli asked curiously. Japan has quite a few top companies. Although it’s among the Fortune 500, this Dongyue Chemical isn’t particularly notable in all of Japan.

"Nothing, just asking casually."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "Next, we need to stay alert. The timing of closing the net should be coming soon."

Bai Zheli got energized, looking vibrant and spirited, pushed his glasses, "Always ready."

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, then left this floor and headed to Cao Jinse’s room, only to find no one there, the guard mentioned she went to the gym.

Could it be that the two "homebodies," out of boredom, really went to spar?

Ever since Cao Jinse was detained, Mao Tu has been quite understanding, not causing trouble, not even leaving the hotel door.

Of course.

Credit to Taoist Duanmu’s "looking after."

Thinking of the scene of these two fighting, Jiang Chen got interested and detoured to the gym.

Though he didn’t see the exceptional, tough women in a heated fist-to-fist display, as soon as he entered the gym, an extremely incongruous scene caught Boss Jiang’s eye.

The cute and petite Mao Tu was actually lifting a barbell.

Estimating the number of iron plates, it’s likely over two hundred pounds.

Jiang Chen slowed his steps.

Mao Tu took a light breath, Tanki Liuli stood beside, not sure if guiding, then the slender arms and legs of Mao Tu really lifted the barbell until raised above her head. She appeared relaxed, seemingly not exerting much effort.