Chapter 582 Where did they go? (Fourth update, please subscribe)
On Monday, Nanyang Gold rose by 3%, reaching 50.31 yuan per ounce;
On Tuesday, Nanyang Gold rose by 1.2 yuan, reaching 51.51 yuan per ounce. ounce.
In just a few days, Nanyang gold has skyrocketed one after another.
Such an increase seems to indicate the market's expectations for the future - Nanyang will definitely suffer big losses in the "Nazi gold" matter.
There were shouts of rising prices everywhere in the exchange. The speculators from Shanghai and Shanghai were excited when they saw the rising numbers. It seemed that at this moment, everything had returned to the past, back to what they were familiar with. Shanghai and Haihai.
Back to the speculation they were familiar with.
Faced with such fanaticism, Feng Jingye, the chairman of the exchange, is calm. He sometimes looks at the people in the trading hall from the window and looks at the excited faces. Listening to the excited shouts, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
They never know that their opponent is actually the banker...
"Hey..."
Immediately, Feng Jingye picked up the phone in his office, dialed the phone in the exchange below, and conveyed the instructions.
At this time, Chen Liang also saw Feng Jingye standing by the window. Seeing that he was looking towards him, he raised his hand to show friendship.
Feng Jingye, holding the phone in his left hand, also waved in return!
And what is the real response?
Of course it’s the market!
Of course, it was to tell him that now was the time to do something, but they were doing something completely different.
In this game, players are always players, and the dealer is always the dealer. Only the banker can win this game.
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While the gold and silver exchange was in some kind of frenzy, a Borneo Airways C95 long-range passenger plane passed over the towering Kinabalu Mountains and entered the final leg of its flight, preparing to Landed at Ba Taiping Airport in Chang'an.
Sitting in the second row of the first class cabin by the porthole is a man in his early thirties with brown hair and a neat mustache.
The photo in his passport matched his new look. The name on the passport indicated that he was French citizen Richard Hector, but in fact, the passport was a forgery.
As a Mossad agent, Miller came here to perform that special mission.
Ten minutes later, the passenger plane from Rome landed safely, and the passengers passed the customs without incident. Millet, who was born in France, speaks fluent French, which makes him completely passable as a Frenchman. With a business visa in hand, he passed the customs easily.
After exiting the last building, Miller got into a taxi.
Out of long-term habit, I gave an address across the street from the hotel. After sending the taxi away in the central area of Chang'an, he picked up his handbag and walked the remaining 200 meters to the hotel.
The room had already been booked. After checking in, he went upstairs to his room to take a shower and shave.
At ten o'clock sharp, someone knocked on his door three times, paused for a while, and then knocked twice again. He opened the door himself, and the visitor came in.
"How's it going? Did you have a smooth journey?"
The person here is Adam. He had already come here as early as last year. It was he who discovered some clues and found some clues. A very important war criminal. It was based on his report that they implemented the plan.
“It went very well, how is it, when will we start taking action.”
Miller asked expectantly.
“Now!”
Adam said. "I have prepared the car. On the way there, please check the situation first."
Soon, they left the hotel and took an Alfa Romeo car. Soon, the car drove out of the city. As it entered the highway, Miller couldn't help but said.
"The roads here are very similar to those in Germany,"
Miller, who had carried out secret retaliatory operations in Germany, was naturally familiar with Germany's highways. If you just look at the highway, there is almost no difference, except for the plantations and rainforests on both sides of the highway.
“Because there are many Germans here, the place we will go to is called Little Berlin in Chang’an. There is also Little Italy in Chang’an, but Little Italy is in an industrial area, while “Little Berlin” is in Yunhai Plateau, there is the Shenshan Mountains... You should have seen that mountain range when you took the plane."
"Yes"
Miller nodded.
"Because of the high altitude, the annual average temperature is only about 27 degrees. Nanyang's universities and research institutions are all built there. Of course, there are also German scientists, engineers and some war criminals who absconded here. They all live here." Little Berlin"..."
Adam said while introducing the situation.
“Actually, I was also the guy I discovered accidentally. I was discussing a business with someone in the restaurant, and I ended up seeing him. He and his wife were dining there just like ordinary people. Drinking red wine, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell at all..."
Sometimes many things happen by chance. How could you have discovered that guy if it wasn't for that coincidence?
Even though a long time has passed, Adam's hands still trembled slightly when he mentioned that person.
"I will never forget how he used us for experiments when he was in the concentration camp. At least thousands of people died in his hands in the concentration camp..."
Turning to look at Miller beside him, Adam said.
“Now, he is a doctor, a very famous doctor in Nanyang. I followed him and found Little Berlin. There is a club here, and there are always many people partying there. , most of them are Nazi officials, many of whom are on the list of war criminals. Even now, they still live a carefree life as in the past. "
This is what bothers him. Until now, he has nightmares every day about his life in the concentration camp, but the demons in the concentration camp can actually live a good life here.
Who can accept such a contrast?
"They have always lived in comfort, and still do, because of the generous provisions they received from the secret fund, which came from us and was plundered from us."
In the past few years, Miller, who has been tracking war criminals, knows exactly what those people rely on for a living.
“In the concentration camps, they took hundreds of millions of dollars worth of stuff from our luggage, truckloads of gold jewelry, diamonds, emeralds, precious stones, silver ingots, gold louis, gold coins and all kinds of The banknotes and bills were transported back to SS headquarters, where the SS made a fortune. Near the end of the war, part of this wealth was turned into gold bars, stamped with the Reich eagle and the SS emblem. The emblem of the two lightning bolts was stored in Switzerland and other places, and later became their fund. These gold bars and secret funds were the source of their livelihood. Unfortunately, there is no evidence of this until now."
No. There is no way to stop this without evidence, and for Miller, he is more eager to track those people through the secret fund, and then kill them or bring them back to Israel for trial.
Ten minutes later, the car drove into the plateau, and the air became cool and pleasant. Looking at the surrounding grasslands, it looked like the Shandian grasslands of the Alps. It was difficult to connect it with the tropics.
But Miller also thought about the unpleasant past.
In this way, the car was driving on the plateau highway. Soon, they came to a fork in the road. After stopping the car on the side of the road, Adam pointed into the distance and said.
"Well, the club goes from here. It takes about 1,000 meters to get there. If we go there now, we should be able to meet some people."
Ten minutes later, they came After arriving near the club and standing in the woods observing for a while, Adam said something strange.
"What's going on? Why are they all from Nanyang? Where did those Germans go?"
(End of this chapter)