Free Web NovelChapter 2321: Chapter 2323: Not Procrastination
Beauty Lin, who exactly is she? She’s incredibly smart.
Though not originally from a finance background, since she entered this field, she has acquired quite a bit of relevant knowledge.
Moreover, over the last month, she hasn’t just been attending meetings and discussions but also crammed a lot of related information.
Based on the understanding of Feng Jun’s profile and the analysis by senior think tanks, there’s a consensus on his act of donating gold—namely, the quantity of gold will no longer affect Feng Jun’s development.
This consensus has left many feeling perplexed, for gold is naturally a form of currency.
If Feng Jun doesn’t care about gold—and he hasn’t explicitly said this, but others have inferred—the possibility is quite high.
Thinking further, he could even consider using gold to manipulate the market, a possibility not to be ruled out—he has plenty of gold.
Then the question arises: why would he do so, why would he dare to do so?
What does it matter how much gold he has? Living under the gold standard means not allowing gold to devalue significantly.
Thus, there’s a speculation: Feng Jun may have found a harder currency than gold! ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
This speculation... feels particularly absurd; is it really possible to have a currency harder than gold?
Indeed, it’s unwise to underestimate various experts; professional analysis often closes in infinitely on the truth.
Therefore, while everyone suspects Feng Jun might have another hard currency, it’s merely a suspicion—they don’t believe it!
Beauty Lin isn’t from this profession nor a cultivator; she returned this time to facilitate this matter—whether Feng Jun has another harder currency is the next task.
Thus, she expressed apologetically, "President Feng, I have no intention of explaining anything, but as a top scholar in business management, you ought to know, altering currency reserves isn’t a mere event or project; it’s a system."
That statement is considered light, as it’s much more than merely a system issue.
Feng Jun was silent; after a long while, he replied, "Alright, it’s my fault."
At this stage, if he makes a mistake, he should honestly admit it, or else it doesn’t only impact him.
He took a deep breath and slowly spoke, "I was too hasty; you can discuss further... I shouldn’t have rushed you."
"If you understand, then that’s good," Beauty Lin also sighed in relief; she was most worried that Feng Jun might stubbornly refuse to admit it, which would multiply the difficulty of her work.
Since he understands, her explanation can smoothly follow, "Your suggestion was relayed immediately; we take it seriously, really... Even if we don’t value you, we must value thirty tons of gold, isn’t that reasonable?"
Feng Jun nodded, "That’s reasonable; thirty tons of gold indeed deserves more attention than I do."
His words carried a hint of self-deprecation, but they were factual; excluding the mystical influence, thirty tons of gold is sufficient to fund Mai Nation for another ten Gulf Wars.
Yet Beauty Lin isn’t limited to just the Gulf War, "In terms of currency reform, thirty tons of gold really isn’t much... What do you think a country’s credit system is worth in gold?"
Being a business management bachelor, not an economics PhD, Feng Jun felt a bit helpless.
He didn’t want to dispute these matters with her; firstly, he genuinely didn’t understand, and secondly... it’d be unbecoming!
"You tell me what it’s worth," Feng Jun lazily replied, "Anyway, I only know, you can’t mine thirty tons of gold on Earth!"
"It really isn’t about gold," Beauty Lin smiled faintly, "A national credit system can be very small for a small country, resolved with a few hundred tons of gold, but for a large country... it can be very substantial!"
"You’re right; thirty tons of gold can’t be mined from Earth, but gold has never been just gold... Dominant currency isn’t just about sufficient reserves; do you think Mai’s currency is strong because it has plenty of reserves?"
She isn’t a business management major, yet this question could stump over eighty percent of business management scholars.
But Feng Jun has been industriously working in the Otherworld for years, with ample understanding of currency reserves; this question is easy for him, "No, ultimately, it boils down to inner strength. If reserves aren’t enough, can’t oversupply occur?"
Beauty Lin was suddenly speechless; what was she saying and what was he replying?
She didn’t answer directly, thinking it over, and explained as tactfully as possible, "I’m trying to say, monetary policy involves national essence and isn’t something a mere sentence can alter, hence the lengthy delay until a response... Do you understand?"
"Of course I understand," Feng Jun chuckled bitterly, "Even if you know, I’ve ample gold reserves."
The statement felt somewhat insincere—if you truly believed I had ample gold, would revising monetary policy be difficult? It’s merely due to disbelief in me.
Otherwise, the matter could be initiated first, with other regulations and details perfected gradually.
Beauty Lin noted his slight resentment but ignored it, opting instead to speak seriously.
"After a month of intense argumentation and calculation, the tone has been set, thoughts unified, the next step is to warm this up internationally, and brief internally, swiftly advancing this... We’re only lacking your gold here, which is the stabilizing force."
"There won’t be an issue here," Feng Jun casually replied, "Where should I send the gold?"
In fact, he was just a bit upset earlier, but upon reflection, such a significant matter being decided in three to five days would indeed be irresponsible, wouldn’t it? Over a month’s processing... is quite rapid.
Beauty Lin pushed a hefty binder over, like a dictionary in thickness, "We’ve carefully selected seven reliable locations; the final choice is yours to approve." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Having the authority to approve... isn’t actually that critical; selecting these seven locations is key, and now letting Feng Jun decide also serves as a form of respect for him.
Feng Jun looked it over and internally marveled at the abundance of places suitable for storage.
He didn’t look into the specifics much, simply pointing to one spot, "Let it be here; when can I transport it?"
He selected an abandoned mine shaft in Jin Province.
Jin Province, a major coal producer, has many abandoned mine shafts, and there are plans to develop these idle resources into tourism projects, some pits having already undergone preliminary reinforcement and modifications, awaiting policy approval.
Feng Jun hadn’t forgotten that Guardians hold a certain inexplicable sentiment towards Jin Province, so he casually decided to offer a little favor.
Beauty Lin glanced over, slightly surprised by his choice, "Why this spot?"
Feng Jun helplessly looked at her, slowly replied, "Since I’m given the authority, do I still need to explain my reasoning?"
This reply had a touch of irritation, making Beauty Lin pause, then she broke into laughter, "Just curious, casually asking."
The good thing about working with a beauty is, flusteringly coquettish, and it generally passes.
"I find it pleasing," Feng Jun casually responded, then asked, "Is choosing it challenging?"
Challenges are certain; Beauty Lin knew well that the mine’s development is currently still pending under Jin Province’s local initiatives, listed as a candidate spot primarily for its safety.
Jin Province, with its inland location and natural fortification, is safer for such a national major project.
Nevertheless, Beauty Lin straightforwardly shook her head, "No problem, if everything goes smoothly, you can transport the gold as early as tomorrow night."
Indeed, no problem; once the national machinery starts, efficiency is considerable—at least in Huaxia.
Later that day, this project was taken over by an unremarkable central enterprise, and by evening, troops arrived, set up tents, announcing exercises.
By early next day, several managers were in place, and judging by their demeanor—it’s clear they’re either military personnel or had served.
Feng Jun, these days, hadn’t been idle; aside from cultivating, he infused Divine Sense into numerous obsidian—a task consuming a significant amount of Divine Sense, allowing him to increasingly understand why Guardians recommended this for training his Divine Sense.
Occasionally, he recalled Yi Jue, whose Divine Sense surpassed his, though not excessively powerful; illustrating that crafting that obsidian was indeed quite laborious.
Whenever considering this, Feng Jun silently resolved to repay her someday—he isn’t an ingrate.
Additionally, Feng Jun focused on cutting the massive nugget of gold. The gold nugget was roughly an irregular sphere of five to six hundred meters in diameter, not too small but not large either, selecting the Sahara Desert as the site for dissection.
Feng Jun is slightly obsessive, slicing the nugget entirely into cubic meters. Given the nugget’s purity wasn’t very high, each cubic meter averaged over fourteen tons, almost fifteen tons.
Therefore, ten thousand cubes equal fifteen tons; Feng Jun prepared thirty thousand cubes, totaling more than forty tons, slightly shy of his promised fifty tons, though the discrepancy shouldn’t matter much to the counterpart, right?
The following night, he arrived at the mine’s location, immediately spotting military tents, with concrete mixers pouring grounds for clear barrack construction.
It seemed to be handed over; Feng Jun inferred, then glanced towards the abandoned shaft.
The shaft was brightly lit, though vacant, evidently revealing considerable local investment in managing this abandoned mining site.
Feng Jun was fairly satisfied with the location; deploying his Divine Sense, he sensed a vast underground space about four to five hundred meters deep, perfectly suited for gold storage.
Everything was pretty decent, except for the intense lighting; Feng Jun found the circuit breaker and directly pulled the switch off.
