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Chapter 1320: Chapter 1175: The Dragging On Tactic (Subscribe please!)
He prepared to learn from Huaxia.
Drag.
Drag it out.
Drag it out with all his might.
Even before Tang Qing was reborn,
the finance industry in Huaxia still firmly controlled by Huaxia itself, foreign banks, even when they entered, were subject to various restrictions and basically couldn’t stir up any trouble domestically. In fact, the vast majority of people didn’t even know that foreign banks had opened branches within Huaxia.
Among these measures,
the authority over the RMB exchange rate was actually in Huaxia’s hands. Huaxia’s massive foreign exchange reserves, combined with its powerful currency control capabilities, meant that other countries simply couldn’t manipulate the RMB at will.
And because of this,
the United States often accused Huaxia of manipulating the RMB exchange rate because they wanted the RMB to appreciate, but they could only shout slogans. Even if the U.S. talked themselves dry, it would not make any difference if Huaxia itself didn’t want a revaluation.
In the future,
the Asia Dollar would probably be added.
However,
the current definition of ’currency manipulation’ is a bit inaccurate. Currency manipulation refers to the deliberate devaluation of a country’s own currency to make goods cheaper, thus increasing their attractiveness in international trade.
As for the Asia Dollar,
Tang Qing had no intention of deliberately suppressing it.
Because the Asia Dollar strategy is different from Huaxia’s RMB strategy; Huaxia needs to create jobs and attract investment, it needs to maintain a lower exchange rate, promote exports, and earn foreign currency. Otherwise, the employment of so many people would be a big problem.
What about Manni?
He didn’t plan on selling cheap goods.
Since he didn’t intend to use a low-price strategy,
Tang Qing naturally hoped that the value of the Asia Dollar would increase. If it could reach a one-to-one value with the U.S. dollar, that would be even better. In the future, this wasn’t an unattainable dream. With some hard work, there was a great deal of hope.
The rise of the Asia Dollar
was bound to clash with the U.S. dollar.
But now,
he had to worry about the depreciation risks caused by the continued rapid issuance of the Asia Dollar. He didn’t want to open financial markets and yet wanted to quickly complete the task, all the while avoiding a direct confrontation with the U.S. dollar. This was definitely a technical job.
He needed to think it over carefully.
The good thing was,
at present,
the control over the Asia Dollar’s exchange rate was still in their own hands, because Manni hadn’t accepted any aid from the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund (IMF), nor did they need it now or in the future.
The United States,
through these two institutions,
had almost pried open the financial doors of countries worldwide.
What these two institutions were best at was offering ’slow-acting poison.’ For instance, any borrowing country from the International Monetary Fund necessarily had to include two conditions in its terms: first, the privatization of state-owned enterprises; and second, the liberalization of the exchange rate.
The former
gave Europe and America the opportunity to control the economic lifelines of other countries.
The latter
offered international capital the convenience to plunder the wealth of other nations.
It can be said
that these two knives,
one in the hands of the United States and one in the hands of the European Union, jointly created an international financial environment that was favorable to themselves, trapping many countries into dire straits, targeting both enemies and allies.
This was why in later generations, the BRICS Bank and the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank (AIIB), advocated by Huaxia, were accepted by so many countries.
Because,
Huaxia didn’t present so many messy conditions.
...
After staying in the Command Room for a while,
Tang Qing returned to the hotel.
On the bed,
Lin Jiaxue was sound asleep.
These days,
under the guidance of Maruyama Takeshi and Ge Feng and his wife, they had thoroughly visited all the famous spots and places with unique local characteristics in Japan, enjoying food and drink leisurely. Tomorrow they would return to Nagoya and say farewell to the Ling Family.
The day after tomorrow,
they would return to their country.
For a short time,
they probably didn’t want to come back again. After a trip around, they felt that home was the best place.
The vast manor,
delicious food,
and familiar faces.
Qingyan City was surrounded by scenic areas.
All in all,
besides experiencing different places, different people, and listening to some incomprehensible lifestyles, customs, and cultures, the novelty eventually wore off. This time, when they returned, they planned to stay at a sea view villa in Sanya for a few days.
Then they would go back to Qingyan City.
...
India.
Counterfeit money printing factory.
The effects of the drug had worn off.
Everyone slowly came to, looking at their equally bewildered colleagues. At once, they knew something had gone wrong and quickly checked for any wounds on themselves. They found that apart from still feeling a bit drowsy, nothing else was amiss.
They had been poisoned.
"Bang~~"
Anleibur’s office door was pushed open, "Big brother, we have trouble." Anleibur’s cousin shook him awake; while the others suffered from poisoning, Anleibur had actually fallen asleep.
He groggily opened his eyes.
"What?" Anleibur lazily asked.
"Have we been robbed?"
"Who would dare to rob us? They must not want to live," Anleibur said coldly, thinking it was just a random robbery or something stolen from another one of his businesses. He then asked, "How much did they take?"
"No, it’s not that. Our color-changing ink and paper, the raw materials warehouse has been emptied, and the money printing equipment has been damaged," his cousin said urgently, feeling a wave of fright. If the perpetrators had malicious intent, he would already be dead.
Hearing this,
Anleibur shot up and thundered, "What did you say?"
These things.
Had been his accumulation over many years.
Gone just like that?
"Our guards and people below were all unconscious. When they woke up, they showed signs of poisoning, but it seems no one is dead. Our color-changing ink..." He had no choice but to repeat himself.
Hearing that someone had snuck in silently,
poisoned them,
and then brazenly made off with his stash, Anleibur collapsed back into his seat, a flicker of fear rising in his heart; his life had skirted the edge of the Ghost Gate.
"Any clues?"
"None."
"..."
Anleibur fell silent.
Numerous guesses sprung to mind; the first was to analyze the motive. They hadn’t taken anything else but the color-changing ink and the currency raw materials, which strongly suggested it was the work of peers, or alternatively, ’champions of justice’.
It couldn’t have been the Manni Province Government or the Indian Government.
Otherwise,
It wouldn’t be just ’destroying evidence.’
But rather, catching the person red-handed with the goods.
That made things difficult to guess.
There were so many peers, both domestic and foreign. All these people had the capability and the motive. And ’champions of justice’ were plentiful too; it could even be any worker within the printing factory having an ’awakening of conscience.’
Colluding with both insiders and outsiders to pull this off.
A tall tree catches the wind.
Anleibur didn’t lack for enemies.
After a good while, he still had no leads.
He rubbed his head.
He had faltered.
"Immediately make calls, tell the checkpoints outside the state to be on the lookout, thoroughly inspect all passing trucks, send people out to inquire in the surrounding areas for any suspicious vehicles, and also, conduct a thorough search inside the factory," Anleibur ordered.
Once the incident happened,
he had to figure out a way to salvage the situation. Although he wasn’t an official, he still had some clout.
"Understood."
At that moment,
A possibility flashed through Anleibur’s mind, but he shook his head almost instantly. This was India; how could someone from Myanmar possibly have come over to rob his raw materials? If it was... he didn’t want to believe it.
Individuals.
Gangs.
He could still find a way to deal with them.
Give it a shot.
But a whole country.
Try retaliating against them?
As if their hundreds of thousands of soldiers were just for show; they could easily send a special forces unit to make him disappear forever, and afterward, no one would stand up for him. It simply wasn’t on the same level.
