Chapter 41: Club No. 22

These selected targets will receive entry invitations from the Aegis No. 22 club, and strict membership conditions have been formulated.

1. Having certain influence in its field.

2. In the family history of the last three generations, there are no unforgivable crimes.

3. Worth more than 300,000 U.S. dollars, (huge influence.)

4. For everything that happens in the club, it is strictly forbidden to disclose to anyone other than the members.

In addition to this, there are dozens of rules in total, which are the club rules formulated by all members of the think tank after discussions.

The annual membership fee is 2,000 US dollars, and each inviter is only eligible to be invited once in a lifetime, and refusal means that he will no longer have the opportunity to join the No. 22 club.

And as a member of the club, you must be able to enjoy certain aspects of VIP services, such as being fully assisted by S.H.I.E.L.D. when encountering violence or security threats.

Another example is the convenience of finance. With the bankruptcy of the bank, Ben is selecting a suitable target for acquisition. A bank belonging to the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce is indispensable.

There are also VIP financial services of JP Morgan, VIP services of Blue and White Chamber of Commerce, analysis data sharing of think tanks, etc.

Of course, these are all initial creations, and only when the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce really grows can it fully realize Ben's plan.

But at present, it is only the temptation of S.H.I.E.L.D. that allowed them to invite 8 members, all of whom are influential figures and families in Chicago.

This is because I was unwilling to relax the selection criteria, and only selected 16 people as invitees in total. The probability of 50% is a good start.

The huge network and interest structure reflected in it will surely shine brightly in the future, and members of the think tank agree with this statement.

So without Li Zitao's knowledge, the Aegis No. 22 Club, which will become world-renowned in the future and take over the political, commercial, royal, and noble elites of all countries, was born.

Just today, a female member who was invited to join the No. 22 club and came to complete the certification appeared in front of the club.

"Juliana, welcome." Opening the crimson door, Ben looked at her and said with a smile.

"It's really mysterious here." Seeing that there was a white door behind Ben, Juliana said with some amusement.

"Mystery can always arouse people's desire for knowledge, and curiosity will bring success." After closing the crimson door, Ben turned and stood in front of the white door, put his hands on it and smiled: "Welcome to Twenty-two. "

Click, the door was pushed open, and the bright light was a bit dazzling. Juliana raised her hand to block her eyes, and walked into the room after her eyes adjusted.

The No. 22 club in front of me is not as mysterious as imagined. Six simple rectangular desks are randomly placed in the room.

In the middle is a conical wooden pillar filled with white paper with thumbtacks. People in the room are moving back and forth quietly and gracefully.

From time to time, someone was rummaging for something on the wooden pillar, or nailing a new piece of paper full of handwriting on it.

The wall has a sea-blue dado 60 to 70 centimeters high, and the elegant milky white is carved with holy patterns, which is simple and generous.

The dado is also covered with various data drawings, densely packed, and many of them overlap, covering the white areas on the four walls.

Going around the conical wooden pillar in the middle, Juliana saw the blackboard behind it against the wall, with the huge title 'Get rich overnight' written on it. '

"Pfft!" Pointing at the blackboard with laughter, Julianna felt that she must have come to the wrong place. This must be a funny themed bar.

"Just look at it, you will be surprised by it." Ben didn't mind her ridicule at all, because the people who used to laugh at all of this ended up frantically flipping through the various data and transaction records on the wall,

That looks like an apostle tempted by the devil.

Anyway, now that the end is coming to an end, the economic collapse has become a reality, and no one can change it. It is just to use these to demonstrate the strength of the club.

As for whether someone would leak it, Ben wasn't very worried, that would not do them any good.

However, it must be unavoidable to spread quietly in certain circles, and this is what I wanted to see.

Seeing Julianna standing in front of the blackboard looking more and more serious, Ben returned to his own position with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and continued to be busy with the matter at hand.

At present, there are 36 core members of the think tank, and more than 100 people who collect intelligence from the periphery, which is no longer a small scale.

Every few minutes, several or dozens of pieces of useful information will be sent here. After the relevant information is collected, it will be handed over to the analysts for classification and handed over to the relevant person in charge.

In the end, this information was gathered into the hands of Ben, and his team was the core of the core. The members who participated in the "Get Rich Overnight" plan used and sealed up the information.

In order to prevent unnecessary losses caused by negligence and subjective bias of personnel, all information will be cross-analyzed and graded twice.

Reasonable categorization of files is also the top priority. According to the instructions of BOSS, they should organize similar or related information into one big category.

Separate each main line of information in the big category, and then carry out the third subdivision, just like the branches and branches of a big tree, criss-crossing but orderly.

Sometimes Ben is really curious why so many novel ideas pop up in BOSS's head, but he clearly shows that he doesn't care about everything.

If possible, I really want to knock open his brain and take a good look. Is it a genius or a freak hidden in it?

Fortunately, he didn't do this, otherwise he would have found out in despair that there were no geniuses or freaks there, only a dead salted fish that occasionally jumped up and down and wanted to turn over.

"Oh my god, what a crazy plan, Ben, how did you do it? Who made those predictions? God, it's unbelievable."

Ben, who was thinking about it, was taken aback. Julianna rushed over so fast that he was so distracted that he almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Don't get excited, sit down, let's sit down and talk." Ben said with some embarrassment.

"Who, who made that prediction, why is his prediction so accurate, could it be that you are that mysterious gang?" Julianna's words made Ben a little surprised.

"What gang?" Ben asked.

"Don't you know that there is a news circulating on Wall Street that there is a mysterious force manipulating the stock market, creating a terrible disaster like Black Tuesday..."

Ben's complexion changed, and he interrupted Juliana with a wave of his hand, "I need to make a call, we'll talk later."

"Bob, is there a news circulating on Wall Street... yes, that's it, why don't you tell me... Damn, it's not up to you to decide whether it's useful or not."

Somewhat annoyed, he hung up the phone, and Ben took a deep breath to calm himself down. Just now he asked Bob why he didn’t tell him the news, but the other party said, ‘It’s not important. '

Whether it is important is not decided by him, but by the 36 core members of the think tank. Although Bob is also a member of the 'get rich overnight' plan, the current 36 core members do not have his place.

"It seems that we need to find more... new friends in the exchange." Facing Juliana's twinkling eyes, Ben turned his head away unconsciously.

"Ben, tell me, who did all of this?" Juliana's heart was itching like a cat's claw, and she wanted to know the answer too much.

Why was the other party able to accurately predict that a catastrophe would occur in the stock market after the beginning of September and eventually lead to an economic collapse? Was it all planned by him?

I didn't know that the "facts" processed by him had already given Juliana countless associations.

"Julianna, you need to complete the membership application first." Ben pushed a form in front of her, and changed the topic calmly.

"Okay." Julianna picked up the pen and wrote quickly. After filling in the information, she threw down the pen, handed the form back to Ben, and stared at him with those beautiful eyes.

"About that plan... secret." Ben blinked and said with a smirk.

"Oh shit, Ben, you can't do this..." Julianna breaks down, curious to turn her world into a black-and-white photo, colorless, FK...

"Julianna is here?" Li Zitao was waiting for the hotel to deliver the laundry when he received Ben's call.

"Loans and other things, and BOSS, there have been rumors on Wall Street recently that this catastrophe was planned by a certain organization behind the scenes." Ben's tone became a little more serious.

"Ben, what do you want to do?" Li Zitao is not an idiot, when he heard the news, he knew the big deal.

"Accelerate the departure." Ben put forward his own thoughts.

"...Okay, I agree." Li Zitao knew that speeding up his departure meant that he could not maximize his profits, and it also meant that his profits would be reduced by tens of millions of dollars.

But compared to the possible crisis behind this, he would rather choose to bear the loss, they have earned enough.

Speaking of which, it was Ben who really suffered the loss. The dividend ratio of 400 million and 500 million was a difference of 4 points.

But Ben deserves to be someone who can stay sober in the midst of madness. He knows how to choose, which even Li Zitao admires.

Li Zitao believes that if he is labeled as a "manipulator behind the scenes" by someone with a heart, he will be decapitated and dismembered by the angry people.

Endless investigations, public announcements, hearings, public criticism from the whole society, and the anger accumulated in the hearts of the people will be ignited like a powder keg.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name would also become "stinky shit" in the public's mind, and Wall Street's losing speculators, bankrupt bankers, never mind throwing stones at them.

Thinking about it worse, Li Zitao is not sure whether because of his skin color, some kind of more terrifying remarks will be triggered, which will change the future direction.

"Boss, is there any trouble?" Sanil, who had changed her clothes, came from the inner room.

"Well, go back to the club." Li Zitao needs to meet with Ben to ensure that the news will not leak out, at least not now.

Now that the social economy is becoming more and more chaotic, the anger in the hearts of the people is constantly increasing, but there is nowhere to vent it at a loss.

Because the bankers, investors, financial entrepreneurs, and the big shots are as miserable as they are, and they can't find a target to vent their anger on.

Li Zitao didn't want to be pulled out at this time, nailed to a pillar, and become a backer who diverted hatred.