Located near Red Square on Gre Street, there is a slightly Gothic building, all in the center of Crisco, which is onion-topped. This is quite special. This is where the securities companies in the Northern Russian Republic are located.

Just like in China, although the name here is just a securities company, it serves all the functions of stock exchanges. It is different from those of the securities companies in later generations and is also a transition in the reform.

As the place with the largest capital flow, securities companies are crowded at all times. When securities companies open, countless people will come in and out. Some of them are happy when they make money, and some of them want to jump off the building after losing money. There are all kinds of people. Even when securities companies close, there will be many people waiting at the door, not knowing whether this can help you get better news or a pious belief.

But no matter what, when securities companies disappeared for more than 70 years, they immediately became a trend. After all, no matter whether they have money or not, they will not be able to get along with money.

Especially now, the newly-emerged financial oligarchs in Northern Russia and the Hong Kong City Consortium where Zhou Ming gathers are engaged in financial wars with the Western consortiums planned by Dota, which has brought securities companies to a greater height. This is a pathological situation when the entire Northern Russia economy is entering winter and so many middle-class people in Northern Russia are forced to go out to sell their property.

The trading hall of securities companies was crowded with people, and everyone was staring at the huge display screens above their heads. Everyone was basically holding pens and notebooks. From time to time, as the numbers on the display screen changed, everyone made various shouts.

Suddenly, the angrily shouted in the trading hall suddenly became louder, and everyone in the hall made huge screams and scolds. They tore the paper on their hands to pieces and threw it into the air, as if a pot of water had finally boiled. Obviously something happened again.

"I'm! Why did this damn ruble fall again? Wasn't it still a good rise when the market opened this morning? Why is it falling like this all of a sudden?"

"I just exchanged the US dollar in my hand for rubles, hoping that he could rise a little more, why did it fall in a flash? And why did the stocks of the Southern Oilfield Company continue to fall? This is illogical at all!"

"This must be the securities company that has done something wrong. It must be these hateful officials who have cheated away all our money. We cannot compromise with them. We must not let them cheat our money so easily. We must take back our money!"

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Everyone in the hall was yelling and cursing, and in the end, someone even smashed the computer in the trading hall to vent their anger.

The staff in the exchange had long been accustomed to this situation. Just as the commotion in the hall had just begun, the security guards on duty at the door rushed in immediately. At the same time, there were police stationed here. After a rubber stick was beaten, many people became honest immediately. Of course, there were also people hiding in the crowd and constantly scolding these people.

"You are the dogs raised by officials! You obviously can't eat, and you still help those scumbags. Don't you know that it's because of them, our brothers and sisters who have to go out to sell their property and can't even afford the simplest black bread. It's because of this sinful securities company. How could the ruble depreciate if it weren't for this here? How could Chrisco become like this? This is the sinful Pandora's box. We are going to defeat this demon. Everyone can't be dominated by them anymore. Do you still want to help them?"

Some people in the crowd started to persuade the police and security guards. The police and security guards were also confused because it was true. Now that the ruble is depreciating and the prices are soaring. Everything seems to be done by this evil securities company. Why do they still have to stay here? Isn’t this helping the evil demon? Is it a pity for themselves and their families?

But this idea was just a moment, because at this time, an uproar sounded again in a corner of the trading hall.

"Mr. Ilbedov, it's Mr. Ilbedov coming!"

Amid the cheers of people, a Jew who had thanked the head of the head walked into the trading hall. People took the initiative to make a way for him. Ilbedov quickly walked to the middle of the hall and climbed onto a table with a chair. He was very familiar with the movements, and I thought he had had a lot of experience.

Standing on the table, he looked at the people below and said, "Hello everyone, I think everyone should know me, I am Ilbedorf."

A simple self-introduction reduced the noise below a lot, but there were still many people whispering, and some people were surprised: "So that is the major shareholder of this securities company? Then he is behind the stock market and rubles? I heard that he is also the big boss of United Bank and has recently acquired automobile and oil companies. He is the rich man in our northern Russia!"

Some people are used to it: "It's him coming out again. I guess he must be the one who is behind the rise and fall of the stock or the depreciation of the ruble. Otherwise, when we make a fuss here, why did he come out? Isn't it just that we will expose his scam?"

Of course, some people also admire him very much: "It is said that Jews can make money. I didn't believe it before, but I believed it when I saw this Mr. Ilbedov. Now, we have only started privatization reform for a few days, and now we have taken over the securities company. I heard that his property is hundreds of millions of dollars, and we have several villas in Europe and the United States. This is really amazing!"

Ilbedov enjoyed this feeling of being arrogant and he also knew that the people below were evaluating him, both good and bad, but these didn't matter to Ilbedov, because these people only needed to know that they were making decisions here now.

However, Ilbedov also understood that it is not the time for yy here. No matter how much the people below admire themselves, some things should be solved.

Under this idea, Ilbedov said: "I know everyone has a lot of opinions about securities companies, and you may even think that I took your money away, but I don't understand why I wrote the situation of stocks and rubles at the door, and you all turned a blind eye. Now you have lost money, but you are going to make trouble here and smash things. Are you still two or three years old? If you have any questions, blame others?"

"More importantly, there is no guarantee of profit in this world. If anyone of you finds out, please contact me first." Ilbedov said.

Ilbedov's words calmed down the people who were excited just now, because Ilbedov's words were crucial, especially his last words, which made people blush.

After a problem occurs, people will always habitually push the blame to others. Even games are like this, let alone other aspects. This practice is subconscious and sounds like nothing, but if you think about it carefully, this is simply the child’s idea, because only children will be so irresponsible and dare not recognize their own affairs.

If he was a real rogue, he would find countless reasons to refute this, but the Northern Russians here at this moment just felt their blush.

Ilbedov stood on the table, a little higher than the bottom, and he could see the expressions of the people below.

Looking at these people, Ilbedov knew that his goal had been achieved, and he had successfully used their self-esteem to dispel their thoughts of making trouble here.

At this moment, Ilbedov felt as if he was possessed by Zhou Ming. He finally understood Zhou Ming's previous speech at Hotel No. 1 and at the Kulun Banquet. It was indeed very intoxicating. He had already felt a sense of accomplishment when he convinced these people here. Then Zhou Ming was convinced by those rich people, so his psychological comfort must be better than himself.

But this is nothing. Zhou Ming just started earlier than himself, and he will be able to surpass him in a few years.

Ilbedov thought so in his heart, but then he felt a sudden jump because he had already seen a Chinese man walk in at the door of a securities company. This Chinese man was no one else, but Zhou Ming he just thought of.

Seeing that it was Zhou Ming, Ilbedov jumped off the table without thinking. Under the escort of bodyguards and security guards, he drove a way among the crowd and came to the door in three steps.

Ilbedov's action puzzled everyone present. Everyone stared at him and ran to the door, not understanding what he was going to do. It was not until Ilbedov ran to Zhou Ming at the door and took the initiative to shake hands and bow to him, which made everyone feel uproar.

"What's going on? What is that Chinese identity? Mr. Ilbedov is already the richest man in our Northern Russian Republic, right? Why should that Chinese ask Ilbedov to take the initiative to say hello to him? But in my impression, it seems that the powerful families in China do not seem to be like this?"

Everyone was speculating on Zhou Ming's identity, but Ilbedov ignored these things and just shook hands with Zhou Ming honestly because he knew very well who would be able to do what he deserved today. More importantly, Zhou Ming could deprive him of everything at any time.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou Ming, can you come to our Chrisco Securities Company, and please ask Mr. Zhou Ming to guide our work more." Ilbedov complimented Zhou Ming, and then he continued, "I know there is a saying in China that you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. I wonder what happened to you, Mr. Zhou Ming?"

"Of course there is something wrong," said Zhou Ming. "We hope that the attitude of our securities company should change, and I have something to discuss with you."
Chapter completed!