Iowa.
Iowa is located in the American Corn Belt in the Midwest.
A large amount of feed corn and grain corn is produced here every year.
Feed corn and silage corn are harvested, packaged and sent to farms.
Most of the grain corn is sent to factories to be processed into corn syrup, and a small portion is sent to coastal areas, loaded onto ships, and sent to countries that need corn.
In a corn syrup processing plant covering an area of about five acres in the western suburbs of Des Moines, the capital of Iowa, the factory owner and investor Jay Howard stared at the person in front of him with his fists clenched tightly, as if he was ready to fight to the death with the other party if they had a disagreement.
Opposite him was a man in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed. He was holding a white silk handkerchief in his hand and looking at the contract with an unhappy look on his face.
Behind this person, there were four or five people dressed similarly. But at a glance, you could tell that their clothes were not of the same level as the person who was looking at the contract.
It's a long way off.
After a long while, the person who was looking at the contract raised his head, handed the contract to the subordinate behind him, crossed his legs, crossed his index fingers on his thighs, and then looked at Jay with a scrutinizing look:
"Mr. Jay Howard, before we get down to business, I need to apologize to you for disturbing you at this time."
"sorry!"
The man nodded slightly forward, just nodded, without even bending his body, and his crossed legs were not disturbed.
It seems there is no sincerity at all.
After nodding, the man stood up and continued to say with a smile:
"Now let's talk about the contract we signed."
"Mr. Jay, one year ago, you borrowed 10 million . dollars from our bank to expand the corn syrup processing plant under your name, with your future plans and judgment of the future market."
"The entire repayment period is two years, and the loan interest rate is , compound interest."
“This is the first year.”
"Originally I shouldn't have come to you, but now, I have to come to you."
"Because according to the information we have obtained and verified, the corn syrup processing factory under your name has not received payment for nearly half a year."
"At the same time, your warehouse has a large backlog of goods."
"So after our strategic risk assessment department's evaluation, your corn syrup processing plant cannot achieve the rate of return you planned at the time and the rate of return in the future market judgment document."
“The yields aren’t there, and after a year, you don’t have enough money to pay back the loan.”
"According to the loan terms signed a year ago, when the bank determines that Party B's income is not enough to repay the loan, it can intervene in advance and require repayment of the loan."
"Now, you should repay us the principal of 10 million, as well as two years of interest, and the related compensation for the bank's investigation and losses due to the failure to achieve the yield rate."
"If you can't come up with the money now, we will apply to the court to freeze all your assets, and then conduct an assessment and auction them."
“After the auction funds have repaid our loan, if there is any balance left, we will return the funds to your account. If there is no balance, or even insufficient funds, you will need to repay us additional funds.”
After the man finished saying these words, he put down his crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and looked across at Jay in an extremely aggressive manner.
Jay's clenched fists unclenched, clenched again, unclenched again, and clenched again.
After repeating this several times, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He grabbed the coffee cup next to him and threw it directly at the person opposite him.
"You shameless bastard!"
The coffee cup hit the man opposite on the head, causing him to bleed.
Feeling the blood flowing down his head, the man did not get angry. He just touched it with his fingers, put the blood-stained fingers in front of his eyes, and rubbed them gently.
Finally, he simply put the blood-stained finger into his mouth and sucked it greedily with his tongue.
"Delicious! It's truly delicious!"
"Since Mr. Jay Howard refuses to negotiate, we will stop here today and in the future."
"Come and take two pictures for me!"
A sheriff in his 50s got off the leading vehicle. He slowly walked to the man's car and knocked on the window:
"Sir, did you call the police? How can I help you?"
The man didn't say anything, but handed the document over. The sheriff took the document and looked at it for a while, showing a look of relief, then raised his right hand and waved it forward gently:
"Go and capture the suspect!"
Several police officers walked past the sheriff and headed towards the corn syrup processing plant. The man in the car gave the sheriff a look, and the sheriff followed.
Seeing someone who looked like he was in front of a corn syrup processing plant, the man took out his cell phone, found a number in his address book, and dialed it.
When the other party answered the phone, he couldn't wait to ask:
“How much land did you receive?”
As soon as I asked the question, a man roared over the phone:
"Get rid of them, these damn rednecks, sloppy and dirty, just like beggars, they are just barbarians, savages, and animals."
"Eighteenth-century black slaves were cleaner than them."
"I just said a few words, and these guys drove me out with guns. I'm now waiting on the side of the road for the police to come."
"And you?"
Hearing that his colleague's work progress was not smooth, the man smiled. He did not deliberately suppress the sound, so the laughter was heard on the other side of the phone.
Before the other party had time to scold him, his sarcastic voice rang out:
"I've already told you that if you want to take over someone else's house, land, or factory, you must notify the police in advance."
"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. I will take this month's performance bonus first..."
Before the man could finish his words, there was a burst of gunfire in the corn syrup factory. He quickly hung up the phone and told the driver to back up.
As soon as the vehicle left, the sheriff who had just entered fled out of the corn syrup processing plant gate in a panic with several police officers.
He quickly ran to the police car, took out weapons from it, and fought with Jay Howard who was chasing him.
"Fire! Fire!"
"This is 177 Detrick Street. We are under attack. Requesting support. Requesting support."
…………
Washington, District of Columbia, The White House.
Odebiao sat behind his desk, one eye fixed on the thick documents on the desk, while the other eye looked over the desk and into the two people in front of it.
At left is American Treasury Secretary Isaacs Pierce.
At right is Christopher Jefferson, head of the American Federal Reserve System.
When their eyes met Odebiao's, they both just smiled awkwardly, then lowered their heads and no longer looked at Odebiao.
Behind the desk, Odebiao finally withdrew his gaze and concentrated on studying the documents in front of him.
However, as soon as he turned to the first page, he saw data that made him furious.
【Affected by the fire, the real estate market is sluggish. 】
[Several banks declared bankruptcy, filed for bankruptcy protection, and announced that they could not guarantee depositors' funds. ]
[Affected by the bankruptcy of several banks, the Nasdaq plummeted 3,000 points yesterday, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism. ]
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At this moment, he thought about his investments, his public support rate, and his future.
He slammed the file shut, stood up, and without warning, grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at Christopher and Isaacs:
"Can you tell me what happened?"
“Why did the Nasdaq plummet 3,000 points?”
"Why do all the banks seem to be out of money? Where is the money? Where did it go?"
"Normally I see you guys are quite wealthy? Where did your money go now?"
Faced with Odbiao's loud questioning, Isaacs and Christopher tacitly kept silent, but lowered their heads and listened to the questioning silently.
The two's silent response made Odebiao even more angry. He simply walked out from behind the desk, came in front of the two people, grabbed one of them by the collar, shook him and asked:
"Speak! Say something!"
"Tell me, where did the money go? It can't have just disappeared for no reason, right?"
"ah?"
The two of them still didn't say anything. After cursing for a while, Odebiao got tired of cursing, so he simply walked back to his desk, sat down on it, swung his legs, looked at the two of them and said:
"Okay, from this second on, I don't want to pursue what happened before, and I don't want to care about you either. Just clean up yourselves."
"Now, if you don't answer any of the things I say, I will find two people who are willing to answer me."
"Then I will also investigate your past affairs."
"Okay?"
This time, the two people who had been silent finally moved, but they just raised their heads and looked at Odebiao with their eyes.
But Odebiao wanted just this little bit of movement. He folded his hands over his chest, exhaled, and asked:
"Then my dear Secretary of the Treasury Mr. Isaacs, and my dear head of the Federal Reserve System Mr. Christopher, can you tell me what we should do to solve this crisis?"
Hearing this question, Christopher frowned slightly and took a step back, leaving Isaacs in front of him, between Odebiao and himself.
Isaacs was thinking about something. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been betrayed by Christopher.
As a last resort, he could only turn his head to look at Odebiao and said in a decisive tone:
“Print money, print lots of money! Let the dollar depreciate actively, use the purchasing power of the dollar to transfer pressure to the whole world.”
This suggestion made Odebiao frown.
There are actually only three ways to deal with the financial crisis: saving lives, generating revenue, and diverting the crisis.
In short, it is a channel where friends die but never die.
But the problem is that other people will not be willing to have their belts hung around their necks.
After thinking for a while, he gave Isaacs a thumbs up:
“Good idea!”
"You are fully responsible for this matter. You must print the most money at the fastest speed and spread the financial crisis to the whole world."
After saying this, Odebiao raised his head and looked past Isaacs to Christopher who was a little further behind.
Realizing that Odubiao's eyes had moved away, Isaacs moved a step to the left without leaving a trace, allowing Odubiao and Christopher to look at each other without obstruction.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and it was Odebiao who spoke first:
“Can you explain to me why so many banks went bankrupt at the same time?”
"If I remember correctly, the Federal Reserve System has the function of supervising banks. Are you not fulfilling your supervisory responsibilities?"
Christopher didn't reply, but just lowered his head.
Seeing his horrible appearance, Odebiao was furious.
I want to curse someone, but I don’t know where to start because there are too many complaints to put into words.
He put his right hand on his forehead and thought for a moment, then changed the subject:
"Christopher, I don't want to talk too much with you right now. I can only tell you that you are responsible for solving the mess left by those banks. If you can't solve it and it ends up coming to me, I will submit a report directly to Congress to dismiss you."
"And will hand you over to the Supreme Court."
"Everyone, go down. Give me a rough solution before this afternoon."
Waving his hand, Odebiao turned helplessly and walked towards the window. Looking at the gloomy sky outside, he began to wonder whether running for president was a mistake.
Why do all these bad things happen to me?
The president was assassinated and I witnessed it myself.
The financial crisis happened to me.
No war, not yet.
As he was thinking, he thought about the money he had invested in the financial market. Those damn investment managers had no vision at all. They were simply blind!
blind!
He roared in his heart, and Isaacs and Christopher, who had left, roared in the car:
"Is Odebiao a pig? If the financial crisis could be solved so easily, would it still be called a financial crisis? Would it still be something that people would turn pale at the mention of?"
"He's just a pig!"
Listening to Christopher's roar, Isaac smoked calmly and blew a smoke ring at him:
"Why are you scolding him? This is America. Instead of scolding him, you might as well think about how to formulate policies, then sell the policies to make some money and put the money in your pocket. That's the most real and reliable thing to do."
"By the way, what are you going to do?"
Iowa is located in the American Corn Belt in the Midwest.
A large amount of feed corn and grain corn is produced here every year.
Feed corn and silage corn are harvested, packaged and sent to farms.
Most of the grain corn is sent to factories to be processed into corn syrup, and a small portion is sent to coastal areas, loaded onto ships, and sent to countries that need corn.
In a corn syrup processing plant covering an area of about five acres in the western suburbs of Des Moines, the capital of Iowa, the factory owner and investor Jay Howard stared at the person in front of him with his fists clenched tightly, as if he was ready to fight to the death with the other party if they had a disagreement.
Opposite him was a man in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed. He was holding a white silk handkerchief in his hand and looking at the contract with an unhappy look on his face.
Behind this person, there were four or five people dressed similarly. But at a glance, you could tell that their clothes were not of the same level as the person who was looking at the contract.
It's a long way off.
After a long while, the person who was looking at the contract raised his head, handed the contract to the subordinate behind him, crossed his legs, crossed his index fingers on his thighs, and then looked at Jay with a scrutinizing look:
"Mr. Jay Howard, before we get down to business, I need to apologize to you for disturbing you at this time."
"sorry!"
The man nodded slightly forward, just nodded, without even bending his body, and his crossed legs were not disturbed.
It seems there is no sincerity at all.
After nodding, the man stood up and continued to say with a smile:
"Now let's talk about the contract we signed."
"Mr. Jay, one year ago, you borrowed 10 million . dollars from our bank to expand the corn syrup processing plant under your name, with your future plans and judgment of the future market."
"The entire repayment period is two years, and the loan interest rate is , compound interest."
“This is the first year.”
"Originally I shouldn't have come to you, but now, I have to come to you."
"Because according to the information we have obtained and verified, the corn syrup processing factory under your name has not received payment for nearly half a year."
"At the same time, your warehouse has a large backlog of goods."
"So after our strategic risk assessment department's evaluation, your corn syrup processing plant cannot achieve the rate of return you planned at the time and the rate of return in the future market judgment document."
“The yields aren’t there, and after a year, you don’t have enough money to pay back the loan.”
"According to the loan terms signed a year ago, when the bank determines that Party B's income is not enough to repay the loan, it can intervene in advance and require repayment of the loan."
"Now, you should repay us the principal of 10 million, as well as two years of interest, and the related compensation for the bank's investigation and losses due to the failure to achieve the yield rate."
"If you can't come up with the money now, we will apply to the court to freeze all your assets, and then conduct an assessment and auction them."
“After the auction funds have repaid our loan, if there is any balance left, we will return the funds to your account. If there is no balance, or even insufficient funds, you will need to repay us additional funds.”
After the man finished saying these words, he put down his crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and looked across at Jay in an extremely aggressive manner.
Jay's clenched fists unclenched, clenched again, unclenched again, and clenched again.
After repeating this several times, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He grabbed the coffee cup next to him and threw it directly at the person opposite him.
"You shameless bastard!"
The coffee cup hit the man opposite on the head, causing him to bleed.
Feeling the blood flowing down his head, the man did not get angry. He just touched it with his fingers, put the blood-stained fingers in front of his eyes, and rubbed them gently.
Finally, he simply put the blood-stained finger into his mouth and sucked it greedily with his tongue.
"Delicious! It's truly delicious!"
"Since Mr. Jay Howard refuses to negotiate, we will stop here today and in the future."
"Come and take two pictures for me!"
A sheriff in his 50s got off the leading vehicle. He slowly walked to the man's car and knocked on the window:
"Sir, did you call the police? How can I help you?"
The man didn't say anything, but handed the document over. The sheriff took the document and looked at it for a while, showing a look of relief, then raised his right hand and waved it forward gently:
"Go and capture the suspect!"
Several police officers walked past the sheriff and headed towards the corn syrup processing plant. The man in the car gave the sheriff a look, and the sheriff followed.
Seeing someone who looked like he was in front of a corn syrup processing plant, the man took out his cell phone, found a number in his address book, and dialed it.
When the other party answered the phone, he couldn't wait to ask:
“How much land did you receive?”
As soon as I asked the question, a man roared over the phone:
"Get rid of them, these damn rednecks, sloppy and dirty, just like beggars, they are just barbarians, savages, and animals."
"Eighteenth-century black slaves were cleaner than them."
"I just said a few words, and these guys drove me out with guns. I'm now waiting on the side of the road for the police to come."
"And you?"
Hearing that his colleague's work progress was not smooth, the man smiled. He did not deliberately suppress the sound, so the laughter was heard on the other side of the phone.
Before the other party had time to scold him, his sarcastic voice rang out:
"I've already told you that if you want to take over someone else's house, land, or factory, you must notify the police in advance."
"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. I will take this month's performance bonus first..."
Before the man could finish his words, there was a burst of gunfire in the corn syrup factory. He quickly hung up the phone and told the driver to back up.
As soon as the vehicle left, the sheriff who had just entered fled out of the corn syrup processing plant gate in a panic with several police officers.
He quickly ran to the police car, took out weapons from it, and fought with Jay Howard who was chasing him.
"Fire! Fire!"
"This is 177 Detrick Street. We are under attack. Requesting support. Requesting support."
…………
Washington, District of Columbia, The White House.
Odebiao sat behind his desk, one eye fixed on the thick documents on the desk, while the other eye looked over the desk and into the two people in front of it.
At left is American Treasury Secretary Isaacs Pierce.
At right is Christopher Jefferson, head of the American Federal Reserve System.
When their eyes met Odebiao's, they both just smiled awkwardly, then lowered their heads and no longer looked at Odebiao.
Behind the desk, Odebiao finally withdrew his gaze and concentrated on studying the documents in front of him.
However, as soon as he turned to the first page, he saw data that made him furious.
【Affected by the fire, the real estate market is sluggish. 】
[Several banks declared bankruptcy, filed for bankruptcy protection, and announced that they could not guarantee depositors' funds. ]
[Affected by the bankruptcy of several banks, the Nasdaq plummeted 3,000 points yesterday, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism. ]
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At this moment, he thought about his investments, his public support rate, and his future.
He slammed the file shut, stood up, and without warning, grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at Christopher and Isaacs:
"Can you tell me what happened?"
“Why did the Nasdaq plummet 3,000 points?”
"Why do all the banks seem to be out of money? Where is the money? Where did it go?"
"Normally I see you guys are quite wealthy? Where did your money go now?"
Faced with Odbiao's loud questioning, Isaacs and Christopher tacitly kept silent, but lowered their heads and listened to the questioning silently.
The two's silent response made Odebiao even more angry. He simply walked out from behind the desk, came in front of the two people, grabbed one of them by the collar, shook him and asked:
"Speak! Say something!"
"Tell me, where did the money go? It can't have just disappeared for no reason, right?"
"ah?"
The two of them still didn't say anything. After cursing for a while, Odebiao got tired of cursing, so he simply walked back to his desk, sat down on it, swung his legs, looked at the two of them and said:
"Okay, from this second on, I don't want to pursue what happened before, and I don't want to care about you either. Just clean up yourselves."
"Now, if you don't answer any of the things I say, I will find two people who are willing to answer me."
"Then I will also investigate your past affairs."
"Okay?"
This time, the two people who had been silent finally moved, but they just raised their heads and looked at Odebiao with their eyes.
But Odebiao wanted just this little bit of movement. He folded his hands over his chest, exhaled, and asked:
"Then my dear Secretary of the Treasury Mr. Isaacs, and my dear head of the Federal Reserve System Mr. Christopher, can you tell me what we should do to solve this crisis?"
Hearing this question, Christopher frowned slightly and took a step back, leaving Isaacs in front of him, between Odebiao and himself.
Isaacs was thinking about something. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been betrayed by Christopher.
As a last resort, he could only turn his head to look at Odebiao and said in a decisive tone:
“Print money, print lots of money! Let the dollar depreciate actively, use the purchasing power of the dollar to transfer pressure to the whole world.”
This suggestion made Odebiao frown.
There are actually only three ways to deal with the financial crisis: saving lives, generating revenue, and diverting the crisis.
In short, it is a channel where friends die but never die.
But the problem is that other people will not be willing to have their belts hung around their necks.
After thinking for a while, he gave Isaacs a thumbs up:
“Good idea!”
"You are fully responsible for this matter. You must print the most money at the fastest speed and spread the financial crisis to the whole world."
After saying this, Odebiao raised his head and looked past Isaacs to Christopher who was a little further behind.
Realizing that Odubiao's eyes had moved away, Isaacs moved a step to the left without leaving a trace, allowing Odubiao and Christopher to look at each other without obstruction.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and it was Odebiao who spoke first:
“Can you explain to me why so many banks went bankrupt at the same time?”
"If I remember correctly, the Federal Reserve System has the function of supervising banks. Are you not fulfilling your supervisory responsibilities?"
Christopher didn't reply, but just lowered his head.
Seeing his horrible appearance, Odebiao was furious.
I want to curse someone, but I don’t know where to start because there are too many complaints to put into words.
He put his right hand on his forehead and thought for a moment, then changed the subject:
"Christopher, I don't want to talk too much with you right now. I can only tell you that you are responsible for solving the mess left by those banks. If you can't solve it and it ends up coming to me, I will submit a report directly to Congress to dismiss you."
"And will hand you over to the Supreme Court."
"Everyone, go down. Give me a rough solution before this afternoon."
Waving his hand, Odebiao turned helplessly and walked towards the window. Looking at the gloomy sky outside, he began to wonder whether running for president was a mistake.
Why do all these bad things happen to me?
The president was assassinated and I witnessed it myself.
The financial crisis happened to me.
No war, not yet.
As he was thinking, he thought about the money he had invested in the financial market. Those damn investment managers had no vision at all. They were simply blind!
blind!
He roared in his heart, and Isaacs and Christopher, who had left, roared in the car:
"Is Odebiao a pig? If the financial crisis could be solved so easily, would it still be called a financial crisis? Would it still be something that people would turn pale at the mention of?"
"He's just a pig!"
Listening to Christopher's roar, Isaac smoked calmly and blew a smoke ring at him:
"Why are you scolding him? This is America. Instead of scolding him, you might as well think about how to formulate policies, then sell the policies to make some money and put the money in your pocket. That's the most real and reliable thing to do."
"By the way, what are you going to do?"
