Chapter 35 (2/2)
”Yes, I swear, I will never help him again. Hum, I'll regret it.”
The brightly dressed elites are talking about their stupid clients while waiting for the door of the trading market to open.
At 11 o'clock, when the door of the NYSE was opened, the first moment the phone rang, screams of panic rang through the sky.
The New York stock market, which just opened, is like a torrent of torrents, which has been cast on a large scale. Fear and anxiety are hanging over Wall Street, and the sun is no longer bright.
”Here comes the feast.” As the crowd swarmed into the exchange, Maiton's eyes were filled with excitement, unlike those around him who screamed in despair and then collapsed.
”Throw it away, all of it, all of it, quick...”
”Yes, that's right. GM, Meisteel, Montgomery, Virgin Mary, FK, whatever it is
”Throw, throw all...”
Throw it, throw it all away, throw it all away.
The whole wall street shouts at the same time, people are hoarse exhausted, the face is ferocious roaring, the heart is just holding by a big hand, the pain is unable to breathe.
Crying, howling, countless investors holding the stock in their hands, sitting on the ground, clapping their hands on the ground, completely ignoring the clothes of hundreds of dollars worth of knives on their bodies and the unattainable image of the past.
Outside the gate of the NYSE, more people gathered here from all directions, looking at the door leading to the NYSE, and praying silently with their fingers on the heart.
In just two hours, more than 5000 people gathered in the city streets, waiting for the final judgment.
But I don't know that at this moment, many of them are facing bankruptcy.
400 mounted police officers went to Wall Street to maintain order. The authorities were afraid that the irrational investors would create a disaster like the capture of the Bastille.
On the New York Stock Exchange, every sell-off desk is full of crazy people, scrambling to sell their stocks.
There are more than 1200 stock traders on the New York Stock Exchange. Their faces are calm and they deal with the transactions one by one. The space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is full of people.
When a trader picked up the phone again, the calm on his face gradually became frightening. Bang, the microphone fell from his hand, and the Dow Jones index fell 29% on the day.
The next day, the finance minister of Y publicly said that there was a risk in the US stock market, and the market suffered another heavy setback.
……
Chicago shield club, a short celebration party is coming to an end, because this feast is far from over.
”For $100 million, cheers Li Zitao held up the transparent crystal cup and let out his voice.
”Ha ha, to boss, you let us participate in this feast.”
”To boss...”
In order to vent his inner depression, he gave all the staff a half day's paid leave to go home and reunite with their relatives.
After closing the door, the club was left with only these crazy people hiding in their rooms, singing and dancing.
”Boss, it's just the beginning. I'm looking forward to the day when you keep your promise.” When the madness was about to end, Ben looked at him meaningfully and said.
“…… My heart hurts. I want to go back to the past. ” Li Zitao covered his heart, only felt it was dripping blood, ticking, ticking, ticking
Painful Li Zitao did not know how worried and collapsed those employees who came home from their holidays at the moment when they learned of the collapse of New York stock market.
”Has the boss run away?” Every employee has the same suspicion.
Waking up the next morning, the Chicago Tribune newspaper said: Wall Street elites are queuing up to the rooftop.
When I saw this report, these employees who had gone through the ”wonderful holiday” arrived at the club as fast as they could, and the closed door was hopeless.
Ka ~ ~
opening the door, Li Zitao yawned and stood in his place the next second. Looking at a group of employees who arrived ahead of time and sat on the ground with a face full of twists and turns, he blinked blindly: ”Hi!”
”Boss, I love you.” The hot girl gave him a kiss on the cheek.
”Boss, I love you too.” Another kiss.
”Boss, I love you so much.” Another one on the left.
”Boss, I...” The sound is sweet and soft, and the flower with the weight of 200g comes forward.”Wait, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't washed my face, I haven't peed...” Li Zitao quickly turned around and muttered, running to the stairs like a wind fire wheel.
”This Tuesday, the sky is black.” That night's ”New York Times”, the headline of the original, a heavy momentum as if through the paper.
Wang Dagou takes Maiton and sanier on the way back. They don't have to stay in New York anymore. All they have to do is wait for the final harvest.
But the next thing, Li Zi Tao can no longer use memory to provide help, can only rely on Ben and other people's judgment.
From now on, every beat of the second hand represents hundreds of thousands of knives, which are flying towards him with wings.
”Thank America, thank God!” Li Zitao's voice is full of sincerity.
Countless little angels, made up of Franklin in rolls, seemed to be from New York, flapping their wings, with intoxicating smiles, and took pains to run to him.
In the past five months, Li has never loved the city, the country, and even the great faith, Franklin.
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