After A Niu went out to help Fang Mo do the work, Fang Mo walked downstairs to the new company where Zhou Tianpeng was located.

Except for the office without Fang Mo, the layout is almost the same as the upstairs, the side of the walk is the signature front desk of "Makino Finance".

Although Fang Mo entered the new company where Zhou Tianpeng was, Zhou Tianpeng told all his employees early on, especially Fang Mo, who was the boss, was stopped by the front desk.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhou is having a meeting now. I will take you to Mr. Zhou's office first.

She told me that as long as you come, I will take you directly to her office.”

Follow the front desk and walk through a number of trading rooms and a semi-open employee office area into Zhou Tianpeng's office.

Looking around Zhou Tianpeng's office, it was significantly smaller than his own, Fang Mo smiled and shook his head: This woman is really considerate.

Sitting on the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun is warm but not hot on it.

Rest with your eyes closed.

After seeing the boss walking past outside in the conference room, Zhou Tianpeng signaled to the boss and turned around to continue the meeting.

"Xiao Dong, A Niu, how do you two feel in this relationship? Are you comfortable?"

A Niu smiled in a slight smile and said nothing. Xiao Dong spoke casually: "Sister Zhou, I went back and carefully looked at the trends and international forms of gold in recent years, and I think the boss said it is quite correct.

Gold mining companies have been in a state of being ready to lose money for most of the years in ultra-low profits. I don’t think there is much room for gold prices to fall.

Moreover, in this year's US imperial election, Trump and Hillary are both hostile to China. I think no matter who is president, they will impose sanctions on China, so I am optimistic about the future gold trend."

The more I talked about Xiao Dong's voice became smaller, and in the end I was basically muttering.

Seeing Xiao Dong talking less and less confident, Zhou Tianpeng sat in the main seat and pointed at him angrily: "You, can you practice it first when giving a report? We all know the hostility of the US imperial towards China, and there is nothing to say.

What I want to listen to is some new perspectives. If you were the President of the United States, when would you choose to sanction China?”

Xiao Dong lowered his head and looked at the situation about the election that had been constantly circulating on the computer screen during the period, thinking about the question Zhou Tianpeng just asked.

After seeing Xiao Dong stop talking, A Niu raised her hand embarrassedly.

"Aniu, tell me, don't raise your hand and indicate that this is not a school." Seeing Aniu being so shy, Zhou Tianpeng smiled speechlessly.

"Mr. Zhou, I found some information here. I think if the US imperialists want to impose sanctions on China, it is likely to be carried out through high-tech industries such as chips. Here is the 2025 manufacturing plan I found in China."

After saying that, he handed over the folder in his hand to Zhou Tianpeng. While Zhou Tianpeng was flipping through it, A Niu continued the previous topic.

"Of course, I personally think that this problem may not break out in a few years. What we should really pay attention to is the actions of the US imperialists in recent years towards small countries around China.

The two small countries, Vietnam and Luzon, have not been quiet around China in recent years, especially on the issue of China's waters."

Zhou Tianpeng looked at the information found by A Niu and frowned and asked, "Do you mean that the Chinese Congress and the US imperialists fight a war?"

"No, the US will not leave so without resigning, but I am very sure this incident will definitely surpass the Cuban nuclear missile crisis during the Cold War."

After seeing Fang Mo walk in, Zhou Tianpeng smiled and looked at him: "Boss, why are you here?"

"I'm bored. I haven't come in your office for so long. I'll come over and hear what meeting you are all in." After that, Fang Mo pulled out a chair and sat in the back.

After seeing Fang Mo so confidently saying that there would be no war, A Niu flipped out the information she found unconfidently.

"Boss, this crisis appears in the southern waters of China. Why won't the US emperor start fighting?

As long as the fight starts, the US imperialists will enter a wartime state, their election will stop, and the black president will be re-elected directly."

Listening to the new point that A Niu said, Fang Mo was stunned and looked at the table with a smile, thinking carefully: "The President of the US is just a spokesperson. If there is really a war, who do you think will have problems with the US and China?"

After saying that, he watched A Niu turn on the information again, he shook his head: "British and Germany are in a difficult match at Europa, who will benefit in the end?

Don’t forget that the US imperial system developed through World War II. As long as China shows its muscles, the US imperial system will tactfully leave.

The US has left the remaining insignificant little parliament and cannot compete with China?"

A Niu looked at the content displayed on the information, listened to Fang Mo's deduction, and nodded silently.

"Yuehong, you just trust information too much. Information is important to us financial people, but it is definitely not the first place.

The most important thing is always our reasonable and logical thinking about something, and the final answer is our treasure.”

Zhou Tianpeng saw Fang Mo ‘educating’ his employees here and didn’t say anything.

She had seen before that Pang Yuehong was very superstitious. She had always wanted to find opportunities to help her, but she had never found any good opportunities.

She wanted to say something when she talked about the sea dispute today, but her boss Fang Mo intercepted her.

Looking helplessly at his boss's strong limelight, Zhou Tianpeng shook his head with a wry smile.

"I think we should do more! Yes! It's about doing more! Since this will happen, it will definitely become a place for us to make a profit!"

Xiao Dong, who had been sitting aside and thinking for a long time, said loudly at this time.

Fang Mo, who was shocked by Xiao Dong, looked at Xiao Dong and stood up excitedly.

Pang Yuehong looked at the colleague beside her who had been out of shape and pulled his sleeve helplessly: "The boss is by the side, whisper."

Xiao Dong, who had reacted, saw Fang Mo sitting not far from the table. He swallowed when he thought of his condition when Fang Mo saw it.

"Do you have any ideas? For gold, Xiao Dong?"

After hearing the boss click his name, Dong Mingcheng scratched his head awkwardly, and his colleagues around him were all smiling and looking at him.

At this time, Dong Mingcheng's shameless attribute was aroused and he simply stood up swagger: "If the boss really has any problems, we can enter the market and ambush it. During this period, the gold price has fallen to 1,220.

There is not much room for decline any further. We can enter the market to ambush long orders now."
Chapter completed!