Taj Mahal Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Nan Yi stood on the balcony, looking at the relatively clean sea not far away and the bare, uneven floor in front of the hotel. It was still early, but there were quite a few people standing there.
There is a cruise ship dock nearby, and people are probably waiting for the cruise ship.
"Morning!"
"Good morning."
Xierjia walked behind Nan Yi and hugged his waist, "I thought you were gone."
"I'm not used to leaving without saying goodbye."
“Ahaha, when will I be 35?”
When Hilga was 35 years old, Benjamin Button, who was aging in reverse, entered his golden age. It was at this time that he got tired of Hilga and their marriage came to an end.
"Where do you usually hang out?"
“New York and Los Angeles.”
"actor?"
"A stage actor."
"I'm in Mumbai mainly for business this time. I'll be busy in the coming days. I'll leave you my phone number. You can call me if you have anything."
"OK, I will study my travel route today and may leave Mumbai soon."
"Yeah, we must find a good tour guide."
"I know."
Nan Yi turned around and kissed Hilja on the cheek, "I should go now."
Hilja didn't stick to it and said directly: "I'll go back to my room now, you can check out."
"good."
After leaving the Taj Mahal Hotel, Nan Yi met with Pawan, got the stock price information of several listed companies from him, and then returned to Peacock Villa.
As soon as he returned to the villa, Nan Yi sat by the Peacock Lake and called the tiger cub to question him.
"Have you communicated with the little girl?"
“We have communicated.”
“She speaks Hindi?”
“No, but I can speak Ahom, which is similar to Tai.”
"Oh, tell me about the situation."
Since the little girl can speak Dai, communication is not a problem at all. There are many Shennong Nanliang people in Southeast Asia, so it is not difficult to find someone who can speak Dai.
"The little girl's name is Daoxiang Popkin..."
"Wait, what's this name? Is there a translation error? I remember that Dao is a surname in the Dai ethnic group. How come it's Dao and Popukan at the same time?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't asked."
"Well, I'll ask you later. You continue."
"Daoxiang Popkan was born in 1980, her birthday is unknown. Her parents were both members of the rebel army. She lived with her parents in the jungle since she was a child. Once they were surrounded by the Indian army, all the others died, only Daoxiang, who was hidden by her parents, survived. After that, she wandered around Assam until she was taken to Mumbai by a spy."
"Is it that simple?"
"Yes."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "School Belle, let Pawan help her get a passport and send her to New York as soon as possible. Don't send her to Qidian, but to an orphanage outside. Let the people at Qidian pay attention to her growth."
"Nansheng, the bidding was fierce yesterday and it cost 1.7 million rupees," said the tiger cub.
"Do you think you can investigate her background?"
“It’s difficult.”
"That's it, just treat it as a simple charity, and we'll see if we'll meet again in the future." Nan Yi stroked his chin, "Tell me about that clever boy."
The tiger cub smiled knowingly and said, "Nansheng, that kid is not simple. He said his name is Hadishin. He was born in 1979. He was wandering outside when he was four years old. He helped the organization that smuggled gems on the border very early. He also learned a unique skill. He can hide several gems under his tongue, under his armpits and in his anus.
This guy has been abroad, lived in Manila for a while, and even did business there.”
"Oh, aren't you trying to sell powder?" Nan Yi frowned.
"No, we are doing Pagpag's business, Nansheng. I won't explain to you what Pagpag means. It's a serious business anyway."
The tiger cub kept the secret.
"Speak, there's nothing wrong with saying it. I have no taboos."
The tiger cub smacked his lips. "Well, in Filipino, Pagpag means dust and garbage that is shaken off, but in Manila, it represents a kind of food. In Manila, there is a group of people who specialize in picking up garbage in the garbage dump. They not only pick up things that can be sold, but also pick up food waste thrown away by restaurants.
They sort the kitchen waste they pick up and sell it to small restaurant owners in the slums at different prices according to the grade. The small owners will process the waste again after taking it back, making it more flavorful and colorful, and then sell it to the poor in the slums. "
"Which link is Hardisin engaged in?" Nan Yi asked indifferently.
"He was not part of any of the links. He and a group of kids stole the food waste that others had already picked up and packed in bags, took it back to the cemetery, processed it, and sold it."
"Huh? His little restaurant is in a cemetery?"
"No, there are many orphans in Manila. They have nowhere to go. Even in the slums, there is no place for them to stay. They can only live in coffins in the cemetery."
"Underground or aboveground?"
"They are not coffins that have already been used to bury people. They are stone coffins that are piled up in the cemetery and have not been sold yet. They are almost the same as living in a cement culvert."
"Oh, I was wondering, how long has he been in Manila?"
"Seven or eight months, then he came to Mumbai, where he also hung out with the Beggars' and Thieves' Gangs. He moved around frequently and almost joined all the gangs in Mumbai."
"How did he end up in the slave market? Did he offend someone he shouldn't have offended, or did he steal something he shouldn't have stolen?"
"According to him, he felt that there was no future in fooling around, so he wanted to try his luck in the slave market to see if he could be bought by a rich man."
"Hehe, what do you think of this kid?" Nan Yi asked with a smile.
"Too smart, too slippery, maybe I can't tame him."
"If you can't raise them well, you'll doubt their use. Where will they be placed?"
"In an old apartment that Acha helped me find. It's in Pune."
“Is the route from Mumbai to Pune easy?”
“It’s not easy to get there by road, but there’s a railway line, so it’s quite convenient to take the train.”
"Buy a house in Pune, it will be fine, and place the man there. Find him a servant to cook for him, and find him a school to study in. That's the arrangement for now, and we can decide on the rest after three months of observation."
"clear."
After making arrangements for two children who would most likely not be included in the adopted children system, Nan Yi began to look at stock market information.
When Nan Yi was looking at the information, a plane was taking off in New York. On the plane was "Shockwave" led by Vikram Pandit.
After last year's Black Monday, Scarlett realized the need to establish a team specializing in short selling. So she asked Vikram, whom she was very optimistic about and planned to support to become the president of Scarlett Fund in the future, to take the lead in establishing Shockwave. At the same time, Nan Yi, who was even more optimistic about him and had already listed him as a candidate for the president of Adam Bank, took the lead in establishing Shockwave.
Shock Wave is a rat in the gutter, never intending to see the light of day, nor to learn from the Quantum Fund and make such a sensation. He always keeps an eye on the stock index and shorts it, and always offends this or that country.
Shockwave will only target a single stock and will not stir up the nerves of a country.
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Although India's economic level is not very good, people here love gold very much. India is one of the world's major gold centers, and nearly a quarter of the world's gold flows through the Indian border.
However, not all of this gold is clean. India is one of the world's largest gold smuggling bases and is at the heart of an illegal gold trade network with tentacles that extend across the globe.
There is always a difference of several hundred tons between the official statistics and the actual number of gold entering India every year. This difference is the gold that enters India through smuggling channels.
No one doesn't love gold, but gold can be said to be the only true love of Indians. India's private gold reserves are astonishing, which can give a home run to the gold reserves of North America, Europe and China. When it comes to gold, India is truly No. 1.
Indians' love for gold can be said to be obsessive. No matter they are rich or poor, as long as they can scrape together some money, they will buy a few gold items.
From birth to death, it can be said that on all important days of an Indian, they cannot do without gold. A dead object has been given special cultural significance by them.
In fact, there is a goldsmith in almost every village in India. The level of gold processing here is definitely at the international leading level. Gold has been played to the extreme by them, leaving no "international gap" for others to fill.
There is a city called Mwanza in Tanzania, which is notorious for various illegal trades, and gold trade is the largest trade there. Gold flows from Mwanza to Zanzibar, Dar es Salaam, Nairobi or Debba, and finally to India.
There is another route that goes through Uganda. Comrade Amin caused a lot of trouble for the country during the years he was in charge of Uganda. His body was weak and needed to be replenished. So no matter whether it was gold, ivory or timber from Congo, he was willing to let them pass through as long as money was paid.
However, Uganda's own gold production is very small, while the amount of gold smuggled from Congo is huge. Such a huge difference makes it difficult for gold smugglers to obtain legal certificates of mining sources.
The certificate, which is difficult for gold smugglers to obtain, is easy for Taylor Consolidated Gold Mines Group to obtain because it has invested in several small gold mines in Africa and has established a good partnership with wealthy Indian businessmen.
Of course, Taylor Consolidated Gold Mines is engaged in completely legal business, and the other links of India's gold smuggling trade are actually legal. Only the final step of gold entering India is illegal because no tariffs are paid.
For Indian gold smugglers, it is impossible to pay tariffs. Their profits come from not paying tariffs. Even if they pay them, they will make a fortune. You know, they rack their brains to send gold into India, and the cost is also very huge.
Recently, Taylor United Gold Mines Group just sold gold worth 5 million US dollars to an Indian gold merchant. Since they were willing to accept rupees and receive the payment in Mumbai, after bargaining, the Indian merchant was very happy to pay 100 million rupees as the purchase fee of gold.
Although 100 million rupees is equivalent to nearly 7.2 million US dollars according to the official exchange rate, India's official exchange rate is also very unfair. It seems that the gold merchant has to spend an extra 2.2 million US dollars, but in fact, for him, paying 100 million rupees is more affordable than paying 5 million US dollars.
When Nan Yi first started studying the Bombay Stock Exchange, he discovered something very interesting: the English abbreviation of the Bombay Stock Exchange is BSE, and the abbreviation of the full name of mad cow disease, "bovine spongiform encephalopathy", is also BSE.
After this discovery, he made some inquiries and found out that the name mad cow disease had already spread in the Bombay stock market, and brokers privately called the Bombay Stock Exchange "mad cow disease."
At the same time, Nan Yi made a bigger discovery. India does not have any legal provisions regarding "insider trading". In other words, it is legal to manipulate the stock market through insider trading in the case of BSE.
This is very interesting. Nan Yi originally just wanted to use the stock market to fool a few big landlords into improving their lives. They should stop focusing only on the land. What's the point of getting covered in mud every day? It would be better to embrace big finance.
Sitting on a big chair in a magnificent and bright office, with a mistress to serve you, you can earn money easily and cleanly. How great is it? You can farm whatever you want, whoever wants to farm can farm.
After discovering this loophole, Nan Yi thought about borrowing money from Indian shareholders to buy the land. As we are all proletarian brothers, it is only right for us to help each other. So, in order to complete the task of borrowing money, Shock Wave flew all the way to Mumbai without any hesitation.
Nan Yi had a lot of information to look at, and a lot of it was data-based, which seemed a bit of a headache. After reading for a morning, Nan Yi felt a little tired.
After lunch, Nan Yi moved his position and no longer sat by the Peacock Lake. Instead, he went under a banyan tree. The servants brought a camp bed and spread it out under the tree. They also brought him two low tables, one of which was lit with agarwood, and the other was placed with tea, dried fruits and fruits.
Nan Yi lay down on the camp bed, reading some documents in his hand. Hagiwara Sayuri would occasionally stuff peeled grapes into his mouth. On one side of the camp bed, two maids took turns fanning him with a large cattail leaf fan.
Air conditioning is prone to air-conditioning disease, and the wind from electric fans is too strong. It is easy to cause joint pain after using them for a long time. It is better to use artificial fans, which are gentle and not irritating.
After finishing a bunch of grapes, Sayuri Hagiwara squeezed onto the camp bed, hugged Nan Yi from behind, closed her eyes and took a nap.
When the snoring sound started, Nan Yi put down the documents in his hand and closed his eyes.
When Nan Yi woke up, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. Sayuri Hagiwara had already gotten up and was curled up in a recliner flipping through a fashion magazine.
Next to the low table, there stood a face plate stand.
Nan Yi got up, wiped his face with a towel dipped in water, and then took a cup of water from the low table to rinse his mouth.
"What is afternoon tea?"
"Why do you suddenly want to have afternoon tea today? Don't you usually not drink it?" Hagiwara Sayuri put down the magazine and said, "It's not prepared. I'll ask the chef to make it now."
"Forget about not preparing anything. I'm not hungry. I just suddenly want to eat something." Nan Yi waved his hand and said.
Just as Nan Yi took a banana from the low table and was about to peel it, Han Zhenhe came up to him and said, "President."
"Ah, Jin Hyuk, what's going on?"
"We have just acquired an orchard of 120 mu for planting Gupo pears and 92 mu for planting Samrak-dong strawberries. I would like to ask the chairman how to arrange for these two orchards?"
“How are the prices of strawberries this year?”
"Not bad, an increase of about 80 won from last year."
"The strawberry orchard will remain unchanged for now, and as for the pear orchard, we will have technicians check the soil and fruit trees first. If feasible, we will transform the pear orchard into an organic orchard to improve the quality of Gupo pears and gradually increase the price."
"Okay, I'll notify the Southern Office." Han Zhenhe nodded and said, "In addition, the 23rd Rice Research Institute has submitted an application. They need two special-purpose ships to carry out research on floating rice cultivation in the sea."
Nan Yi frowned and said, "Isn't it too big a step for sea rice? The cultivation of saline-alkali land has not been thoroughly studied yet, but now we are going to carry out floating cultivation research. Let's put the application report aside and let them submit a performance report first."
"Yes, President."
Nan Yi's excessive emphasis on Fan Shengzhi has made a number of research institutes a little overreaching. They had just made this year's budget at the end of last year, a full 550 million US dollars, and just after half a year, a new budget application has been submitted. They really treat him as if he were running a bank.
Fan Shengzhi is now in the stage of casting a wide net. He either conducts independent research on staple foods, supplementary foods, poultry and livestock, aquatic products, and food substitutes, or conducts cooperative research with branches of Shennong Nanliang. The research team is very large, with not only many full-time researchers in the agricultural field, but also cooperation with several leading agricultural universities in the world.
It can be said that as long as there is research related to agriculture in the university, and as long as the project is reliable, Scarlett Food Group will provide sponsorship to a certain extent. At the very least, it will sponsor one or two boxes of test tubes and measuring cups.
In addition to providing sponsorship, Sri Lankan Grain also provides monetization channels, and Sri Lankan Grain is very happy to give a quote for the research results.
After Han Zhenhe left, Nan Yi continued to look at his information.
The next day, he still stayed in Peacock Villa reading materials. On the third day, he took Faraqui to Dalal Street and asked Faraqui to communicate with the owner of the waste paper collection station he had seen a few days ago. Faraqui bought a lot of "waste document paper" sold to him by Mad Cow Disease from him.
I have to say, mad cow disease is really crazy. Although it has expired, the internal document papers were not shredded and destroyed, but sold to purchasing stations. They really know how to live.
The waste paper was brought back in two copies, one for Nan Yi to read himself and one for Shockwave.
Another week passed. By reading waste documents and combining information about mad cow disease collected from public channels, Nan Yi had already figured out the operating mechanism of mad cow disease.
July 14th, the first dog days of summer.
In the study room of Peacock Villa, Nan Yi and Vikram sat opposite each other, exchanging the results of a week's research. Nan Yi mainly listened, because he was not good enough in front of a professional like Vikram.
Vikram Pandit was born in Nagpur and grew up in Mumbai. Judging from his last name, his family life was not bad. In fact, his father was the executive director of Sarabhai Chemicals.
He moved to New York at the age of 16 and received a Bachelor of Science degree from Columbia University, followed by a Master of Science in Electrical Engineering, a Doctor of Science in Electronic Engineering, and then a Doctor of Philosophy in Economics, an MBA and a Doctor of Philosophy in Finance.
It can be said that Vikram's academic journey was smooth sailing. After graduation, he first taught economics at Columbia University, and then soon joined Morgan Stanley as a partner.
If Scarlett hadn't poached him, there was a high probability that Vikram would have become the president of Morgan Stanley. Therefore, the cost of poaching him was not small. Not only was a large dividend ratio promised, but there was also unlimited potential for advancement.
"Adam, after studying the data on mad cow disease, I found a few interesting points. One point is that insider trading is not prohibited, which makes it easy to manipulate the market. In addition, there is a big loophole. According to regulations, Indian banks are not allowed to invest in the stock market because the capital flow of banks is too large, and the stock market can be easily hyped up."
"What if someone borrows money from a bank? The borrowed money cannot be invested in the stock market?" Nan Yi asked.
Vikram said: "In principle, it is impossible, but I have not found any relevant legal provisions. I can only say that this is an unspoken rule among banks. Whether it works or not depends on the relationship with the bank."
"Understood, please continue."
"Banks cannot participate in the stock market. There is another regulation that is not easy to understand. The business between banks needs to go through BSE. More precisely, a broker is needed as an intermediary.
Suppose that Bank B needs to borrow funds from Bank A in the short term, Bank B will issue a Br [bank receipt] to the intermediary broker. The broker will then go to Bank A to get a bill of exchange and give the Br to Bank A. After the loan expires, the transaction is completed and the broker can get a service fee of 0.1%.
Not only lending, but banks here in India also use a certain percentage of their assets, i.e. a threshold amount of funds, to buy government fixed-rate bonds.”
“Is this money considered a reserve fund?”
"Yes, it can be understood that each bank needs to hold fixed-rate bonds that are not less than the threshold. These bonds are not kept in the hands of the bank, but in the hands of BSE."
"That is to say, the bond transactions between banks are also conducted through brokers, and the bonds have always been kept at the BSE, and the BR is delivered between banks?"
"Yes, that's right. The number of bonds held by banks is controlled to just exceed the threshold, because the assets calculated by banks include savings deposits, so bank assets often change. Once the assets increase, banks need to buy bonds. Therefore, bond transactions between banks are very frequent."
"Frequent, Br, interesting. From this point of view, it is not difficult for the agent to slip in a few fake receipts."
"As long as the relationship is handled well and the amount is within a controllable range, the broker can issue a few fake receipts and promise the bank a high interest rate, so the delivery date can be delayed and the funds can be misappropriated."
"Oh, the embezzled funds are used to speculate on the stock market, and then the money is returned to the bank after making a profit. As long as the broker keeps a low profile, this kind of business can be done for a long time. Vikram, has such a smart person appeared?"
“It’s not clear at the moment. We need to check with the brokers working for the bank.” Vikram shook his head.
"It's not hard to check. BSE has only issued a few broker licenses. They are quite precious. We haven't got our license yet."
“Adam, to do things in India, you need to work under the table,” Vikram reminded.
"Of course I know this. The license will be obtained soon. It won't take too long. Your people can do the research first. I called you here to help this time. In addition to manipulating the stock, I also hope that you can help discover one or two talents here."
"As for talent, I have found one, Rakesh Jinjunwala. He is a good person. His investment philosophy is similar to Buffett's. He focuses on long-term value investment. Adam, you can ask someone to investigate him."
"Okay, I'll have someone check it out."
After all, Vikram's father is an upper-class person in Mumbai. It is much better for him to find out the news in the upper circle than to rush around aimlessly like a headless fly.
After discussing with Vikram, Nan Yi temporarily left Mumbai.
Before he knew it, he had been in Mumbai for quite some time, so he had to go back and take a look around and spend some time with his son and daughter.
After staying in Xiangkeng for two days to accompany the clever Nan Ruoyin and Fang Mengyin, and paying his public grain tax, Nan Yi passed through the customs and entered Shencun.
As soon as he entered Shencun, Nan Yi smelled the scent of Milton Friedman in the air.
This is an expert at chopping off rat tails, and he has always advocated that when chopping off a rat's tail, one should chop it to the root in one go, rather than chopping it off inch by inch.
Not long ago, he visited the mainland and left a message: "Price liberalization and inflation should not be confused. If prices are liberalized, only some commodities will increase in price. In the first few days, people may feel pain, but they will soon find that prices do not necessarily rise in turn."
It is based on his theory of cutting off the rat's tail that the clutch of a motorcycle called "Price Breakthrough" has been stepped on, just waiting for the right hand to tighten the accelerator.
In fact, although the throttle was not tightened, the motorcycle wheels were already sliding forward.
Nan Yi went to the vegetable market and found that there is no stable price for pork in Shencun. It keeps fluctuating between more than two yuan and more than three yuan. It is cheaper when the supply is sufficient, and more expensive when the supply is not sufficient. According to the pork seller, the most expensive one in the past two months is sold for nearly four yuan.
However, this price has no reference value for understanding the national pork price. At this time, the prices in Guangzhou and Shenzhen are completely different from those in the mainland, and are much higher than those in the mainland.
If you don't have a house in either place and don't cook, a hundred yuan a month for living expenses is a bit tight. Food and accommodation have become the main expenses for outsiders in the two places.
After taking a walk outside, Nan Yi headed towards Donghu Liyuan.
Before coming, Nan Yi had already talked to Fan Hongdou. When he arrived at Zuo Can's house, Fan Hongdou opened the door for him with the phone in her hand.
Waving his hand to let Fan Hongdou continue, Nan Yi walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV.
A news program from Jade Channel was being broadcast on TV, saying that a two-headed baby boy was born in Kowloon Hospital.
Nan Yi was not interested in this kind of messy news. He picked up the remote control and pressed it for a while. When he couldn't find a channel that interested him, he turned off the TV, walked to the balcony and looked at the scenery of the community.
"Godfather."
"Are you done with the call?"
"The toy factory is doing very well this year and the production schedule is tight. Someone just placed an order for 50,000 pencil sharpeners ."
"Heh, how much can you earn?"
"Small profits but quick turnover, gross profit is less than 8.2 cents per piece."
"Not bad, the net profit can be about 3,000 yuan." Nan Yi turned around and stroked Fan Hongdou's head, "You, don't learn from me. Don't try to make money from everything. It's not good for a factory to do too many things."
The young and promising toy factory in Wenchang Weiwan Primary School is called a toy factory, but it is more like a stationery factory run by Fan Hongdou. It mainly produces various stationery, but very few toys.
"As for making money, as long as you make it, you won't have trouble selling it." Fan Hongdou said disapprovingly.
"Haha, whatever you want. Let's go and buy tea for godfather."
"Okay."
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