Chapter 362 (1/2)

New York, wall street.

The once bustling NYSE has become a ”place to bury bones.”

There are about 300 top stock managers and countless investors who have devoted half their lives and even their whole lives.

The paradise of wealth that everyone yearns for has become a devil's hell that people fear and hate.

But right next door, Wells Fargo, with its black and gold lettered front door, has become a favorite angel for businessmen in the past year.

Wells Fargo has a short history on Wall Street, only 18 months, a year and a half.

But its existence plays a significant role in market stability.

When all walks of life continue to go bankrupt, major banks stop business, tighten their money or choose to close down, only it is still open to loan business.

Numerous medium and large-scale enterprises have obtained the necessary funds and breathing opportunities here.

Although its conditions are extremely harsh, it brings hope to people.

Today, entrepreneurs from all over the country are still sitting in the corridor, looking at the end of the corridor with awe and desire.

Just behind the three meter high, double door made of redwood, sat the woman who was in charge of their fate.

No, it's more appropriate to call it a goddess.

Her words and deeds, each decision represents the life and death of countless people, joy and sorrow.

Moody's was one of those people, and his food processing plant in Washington state was famous before the great depression.

At that time, he lived in a 2000 square meter manor, a three story ivory white building, 36 servants, countless famous cars and treasures.

In two and a half years, he mortgaged his car and house, auctioned all his collectibles, and moved his family to a 30 square meter apartment.

Try every means, eventually or inevitable to the end.

He has been waiting here for 22 days and finally can see each other. He is the first one. Moody hopes to get a good news.

It's just that the waiting time today is too long. In the past, at this time, the door should have been opened, and moody should have heard the Secretary call his name.

In the corridor, people's heart raised a little doubt, with a dim haze under their eyes.

”What happened?” They looked restless. When a dozen security guards appeared in the corridor, the uneasiness turned into panic.

Click!

The door at the end of the corridor opens inward, and a black custom-made uniform depicts Juliana's figure with concave and convex shapes, and purple high-heeled shoes are mysterious and noble.

”If she can save all this, I will kiss her feet.” Moody's prayed for good luck in his heart.

”I'm sorry to inform you that from today on, Wells Fargo will suspend all loan related business for a period of 6-12 months.”

In the daze of the crowd, Juliana trudged back to the office.

The corridor is filled with the breath of death, once successful people, enviable upper class nobles.

Legs a soft sitting on the ground, some people can not help but cry, their life, their everything, is over.

Moody walked out of the building in a daze, looked back at the top floor of Wells Fargo Bank and walked to the hotel in a daze.

They were sent down by the security guards, and moody suddenly felt that the other party was very smart, because he had already seen several fellow travelers who were choosing places to seek relief.