When the Milos Armored Vehicle carrying Boss Qiao set off, far away in a manor in Copenhagen, Denmark...
A group of men and women exuding an air of elite sophistication gathered on a lawn, holding champagne, listening to a short, deep-eyed old man speak with a hoarse voice about the trends in global stock markets, forex, and commodity futures markets.
The elite audience did not listen with much interest because what the old man was saying was primarily content they already knew, and some matters were even manufactured by the companies these elites represented.
The old man also seemed a bit distracted as he hurriedly concluded the technical part of his talk and then looked at the group of elites below, a smirk appearing in his eyes...
"Ladies and gentlemen, you might be executives of an investment fund, presidents of a big bank, or managers of a giant corporation...
