Seeing the skyrocketing numbers on the books, Jiang Hao felt exhilarated.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions.
Shorting the RB stock index really wasn't about making money. It was just to vent some anger. Surely everyone believed in Jiang Hao's character~~right?
He originally had twenty-five offshore financial companies, with accounts at 287 banks scattered across fifty-two countries and regions.
Because his assets had exploded during this period, he had frantically opened new companies and accounts. Xiao Xin now managed more than three hundred offshore companies. That number wasn't exaggerated at all; some big shot's secretary had more than four hundred companies under her name.
There were even more bank accounts, spread all over the world.
The vast majority of these companies and accounts had no connection to one another. Therefore, no country could possibly trace them all completely. Even the mighty United States could at most trace one-tenth of his assets.
The assets in his hands now amounted to an enormous figure.
They really were just numbers. Jiang Hao would still need to go through a difficult process to get the money, but there was one advantage: he could use money laundering to accomplish it. Even if he couldn't get all of it, he could still pull out part of it.
"Markov, start figuring out how to siphon money out. Once you get the funds out, launder them back into cash for me—Euros, US Dollars, pounds..." Jiang Hao said.
Markov had also made a great deal of money by following Jiang Hao's moves this time. His net worth had suddenly increased tenfold.
"Boss, what do you need so much cash for?" Markov asked curiously.
"Don't worry about that. Just remember, I only want cash. Oh, and