Chapter 1277 The New Core Heir to the Morgan Consortium

Things in the financial world are always like drinking water, knowing whether it is hot or cold.

When you are lucky, you will have endless scenery, but when you are unlucky, you will have trouble even drinking cold water.

At least this is the case for Figo of Feiyu Investment Bank at this time.

Although China's economic data this year is somewhat sluggish due to the anti-African war, it is still a hot spot for investment in the world.

However, in such a hot spot, Feiyu Investment Bank, which had accumulated several years of experience, completely failed.

Yuan pointed out that with this big push, he would completely turn around.

The result was unexpected. Not only did they fail to make a comeback, but they were completely eliminated, and they even lost the chance to make a comeback.

All the short and long positions that Feiyu Investment Bank invested in major financial markets were forced to be liquidated.

Not only that, because of the increased leverage, several advantageous projects that the entire investment bank relied on were also completely involved.

So much so that, just as the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is bustling outside but deserted inside.

Figo sat on the executive chair in the office, which was also the only piece of furniture, looking back at how not long ago he was still here with high spirits and guidance.

Now, everything has changed.

Even the blond secretary who accompanied him while driving openly in the office left quietly.

The only good thing is that Howard, his partner, can always accompany him to the end...

Thinking of this, Figo suddenly realized that Howard had not appeared for two or three hours.

So he shouted several times without looking back.

However, the voice echoed in the empty floor for a long time, and no one responded.

Until the phone in hand rang, Figo looked at the name of the caller and answered the call in surprise: "Howard, where have you been?"

"Sorry, Figo, I'm already at the airport."

"What do you mean?" Figo had a bad feeling.

"I thought you understood."

The call was hung up, and Figo threw the phone against the glass wall, "You bastard, I don't understand!"

At this moment, the rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the ground came to my ears.

At this time, who else would come?

Figo turned around in surprise and saw his uncle Jason walking towards this side with Panis, surrounded by a group of people.

Showing a wry smile, Figo didn't even stand up. Is the settlement coming so soon?

Jason was still dressed like a fancy old man, holding Panis, who was enjoying the glory, on his arm, and walked coquettishly along the way.

"Figo, the board of directors of the consortium has officially decided that Panis has been elected as the core figure of the new generation of successors to the family. All the rest of you must take orders from her."

Panis raised her chin proudly, exposing her white neck.

Figo glanced at everyone with drooped eyelids, "What if I'm not happy?"

For such a reaction, Jason shrugged without any surprise: "Then you can get a sum of money from the family and live freely, you know."

Casually carefree? Figo smiled, it was just a small amount of money, at most it would be enough to make a small fortune.

Ordinary people could still live with this money.

But after all, he is an heir who is used to extravagance. At first glance, living that kind of life is no different from poverty.

However, no one cares what he chooses.

Panis didn't speak from the beginning to the end. Only when he was about to leave, he held Jason's arm and said proudly: "Uncle Jason, we have to go to Huaxia Wu to pay New Year's greetings. I heard that according to the custom of the Chinese people, It’s better to say New Year greetings as early as possible.”

A group of people came and went like the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Figo raised his head and laughed. Chinese custom?

Americans have always used capital to sweep away the world in a simple and crude way. When do we have to consider the customs of those being harvested?

It's just stupid!

Jinling, Imperial Garden Villa.

If it were just young people celebrating the New Year, they would eat and drink casually. Apart from posting couplets, they would not make any big preparations for food customs.

But things are different now.

With the old man in charge, Zhang Huilan supporting him, and Aunt Hua cooperating, everyone has something to do, whether they are young people in Villa No. 2 or Villa No. 9.

No, in accordance with the custom of "making noodles on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month", buns are being steamed in Villa No. 9, while rice cakes are being made in Villa No. 2.

It’s really hard for them. I don’t know where they got all these things from.

Of course, most of the time it was Heidan and Xiaojiang fighting.

As for Wu Tao, he completely sat on the sidelines, except for the occasional command.

Xiaojiang's shoulder was sore from the beating, and he couldn't help complaining: "Brother, look at how hard my sister-in-law is busy working outside. Doesn't it hurt if you are eating melon seeds like this and doing nothing?"

"No." Wu Tao shook his head, "And you also said that your sister-in-law has done so much, even my share. If you have the ability, can you find someone to help you?"

Xiao Jiang couldn't help but think of Zhao Fu in his mind. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but shudder. Come to think of it, there is really no comparison.

On the other hand, Hei Dan remained silent and just looked at his brother Tao with a smile.

Wu Tao felt strange when he saw it. It turned out that this was the gaze of a single man, and it was indeed very powerful.

But he still had no intention of reaching out to help, and he didn't feel a trace of guilt in his heart.

Because in this family, there are guys lazier than me who are still there, motionless.

Shi Qianxue held a small dustpan of peanuts and peeled them all morning, but she only got a handful of peanuts in the bowl.

Most of it went into her own belly.

The sweetness of the food even made her have the urge to drink it with a glass of wine.

There are a lot of lazy people, but they don't affect An Rong's diligence at all.

Compared to the pressure and intensity of work, working in the kitchen these days is simply much easier.

No matter how many dishes there are or how many processes are detailed, she can prepare them in an orderly and step-by-step manner.

Occasionally, there are also some wonderful uses of coordination methods.

This feeling of being in control made her enjoy it, so she naturally didn't feel tired.

What's more, tonight, his father is coming over for a drink and dinner. As a caring little cotton-padded person, I even want to cook a few special dishes.

Wu Tao had seen enough, so he walked around the kitchen, said a few soft words of condolences, then went to the study upstairs and took out two bottles of Feitian Moutai.

He had prepared this wine for a long time.

Just then, a beep sounded on the computer.

It seemed that someone had sent a message again. Nothing was wrong. Wu Tao simply sat down, entered the password and saw that it was a new message from Ding Tiantian.

When you click on it, it's a song sample: "When You Get Old"

This song has been in the works for a long time, but it has never been included in the album.

Now that I can't come back to Yangcheng, I think of the song "Tossing."

Click to play, and gentle singing slowly flows from the computer speakers. It turns out that this is the version specially recorded a cappella by Sha Baitian...