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- After walking out of the Presidential Palace, Zhang Wenjing felt much more relaxed. The tension and depression when he was with Yang Qiu slowly dissipated.
¡°It¡¯s not that he¡¯s disrespectful, nor does he want to betray, but he feels that he is no longer the same Yang Qiu who used to carry a spear and leap on a horse. To be fair, even if there has been conflict, we must admit that Yang Qiu is a true patriot. In the early days, he knew that domestic strength was complex, so he simply used partisanship to cover up his dictatorial methods. He was as stubborn as a fool, maintaining the army to clear obstacles, and using the most direct method to kick out Yuan Shikai, Sun Yat-sen and others. In the end, regardless of national strength, he gambled on the European war and reversed the national destiny! The only thing that makes people wonder is that he actually has many opportunities, especially after the introduction of the Cheng Cheng Act, as long as he takes half a step forward, the country will be shrouded in an iron curtain.
But he didn¡¯t do it. What was he afraid of? Zhang Wenjing doesn¡¯t know.
He only knows that Yang Qiu¡¯s scheming is too deep and terrifying! Although this was not his plan, he had been involved since six years ago! He took advantage of the silver crisis to hook up with the Jews, took advantage of their eagerness to restore the country and sent out quotas for military students, let Bezuy speculate on francs, entered the United States through Jewish banking channels, and finally intervened in Najd to pave the way for transferring funds, and also involved Jinnah. Win over Afghanistan to prevent Britain from falling out. These incidents, viewed separately, are messy and fragmented, making people confused and confused. They thought he was testing the bottom line of Europe and the United States. It is only now that they are connected in series, and it becomes clear that everything he has done in the past few years was waiting for this letter. telegraph! !
He will never let anyone destroy it when he sees the harvest period! It is no longer Xinhai, and 18 full years have passed since the turbulent years. Even though no one can match his prestige, as a new generation gradually grows up, he needs to start over. If the Great Recession in the United States really affects the country, this will be a good opportunity to narrow the gap between China and the United States, and also a good opportunity to re-establish prestige!
In fact, everyone is aware of Li Yuanhong¡¯s question just now, and it is just a tacit understanding, because no one dares to raise objections at this time. Offending a new president who is about to take office with military power in his hands. It must be an extremely stupid thing to do. Thinking of this, Zhang Wenjing was a little confused. As the finance minister who was forcibly pushed into power, he knew that he was not qualified and was too soft-hearted. He does not have the determination to survive by cutting off his tail and the character to remain calm in any situation. But something like this suddenly happened with one year left in his term, making him want to leave but still stay. Not for power, but to see if there is a major recession in Europe and the United States to what height will this country be taken by Yang Qiu?
Zhang Wenjing got into the car, shook his head and put away these annoying things, took out a pen and paper and started to draft a list of Yang Qiu's needs. No matter what, this is China's biggest opportunity since the European War.
Not only Nanjing, but also many people around the world have quietly pricked up their ears. Even Bei Zuyi, who was in the center of the whirlpool, didn't know how many people were involved. At this moment, Bei Zuyi most wanted to know what the Morgan and Rockefeller families were planning, and what role the British and French governments played, because he did not believe that the two governments with efficient intelligence agencies would not get any information. But he did not lift the veil after all. Jacob mobilized so much money, but the British and French governments pretended to be deaf and dumb. This shows that the water here is too deep, perhaps in the eyes of old Europe. A nouveau riche is always a nouveau riche.
At noon on April 19, many people were missing from the North American headquarters of China Investment Corporation, and most of the foreign employees were deliberately sent away. Only yellow cheeks with bright eyes, childishness or nervousness are left. The phone rang after a while. Beizuyi picked up the phone and listened, nodded to everyone, and then drove to Wall Street in a car. This time, he was accompanied by two bodyguards from the Ministry of Intelligence.
The car was parked opposite the stock exchange. Because it was lunch break, there were investors smoking and chatting everywhere inside and outside the exchange. After getting off the car, Beizuyi met Jacob and was led to an office by him. You can see through the window that it is facing the exchange gate. Sir Walter waved to him from the window: "Nice to see you."
"I'm glad to see you here too."
Walter nodded. After Jean Jacob had received two glasses of wine and handed one to Bei Zuyi, he said: "It will start soon. I have fulfilled my promise, so can you tell me how Mr. Yang Qiu will use it to transfer funds?"
"No." Bei Zuyi said straightforwardly.
Walter was stunned for a moment and then laughed again: "That's a good answer. But I believe that even if we don't get the answer today, we should see it soon." Bei Zuyi didn't say anything. He knew very well that he could make this answer come true. The one who bowed his head was not a bluff order, but the two thousand Zionist cadets who had been in the country, because Yang Qiu controlled their life and death!
Soon, the three of them stopped talking because the market was open! Countless people ran and shouted into the exchange, and the atmosphere reached a climax in just a few minutes. Roaring and howling, stamping one's feet and beating one's chest, everything in the world was condensed into just a few hours of trading.
Fei Owen is an ordinary personAs a trader, he only entered the industry five years ago and has witnessed the most prosperous period in the history of the United States. The stock index has soared from 170 points during the European War to 386 points now. All stocks have doubled several times or even ten times! And he also went from a humble boy in Texas to a new New Yorker with a car, a villa and an enviable and beautiful wife.
"Good news, good news! The Telephone and Telegraph Company said that they will lay the seventh Atlantic cable next month." A voice suddenly sounded from the venue. As soon as Fei Owen turned his head, the exchange felt like a bucket of gasoline had been poured on it, and the noisy and ear-piercing screams could be heard from a few streets away! "Sell it to me, yes, take it all, Telephone and Telegraph Company, yes!"
This is America. Just a little bit of good news can help countless people gain wealth. What better time than this? Fei Owen smiled and looked at his watch. It was already 2 pm, and there was still an hour and a half before the market closed. He did not participate in the bidding because he was looking at the transaction records this morning.
"Sell 2,000 shares for $87, buy 1,500 shares for $88, sell 3,500 shares for $88" In the age without calculators, the draft paper in Fei Owen's hand became longer and longer. After reading the buying and selling numbers, the tip of the pen suddenly froze! Because he discovered that there was a line of small words printed on the bottom of the draft paper he accidentally brought from who knows where.
The small print is a piece of news that has been overdue for several months: "The seventh Atlantic cable project will start in 1932 at the earliest." This line of words made him frown. Thinking of the news that had just triggered another round of explosions, he suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart.
Who is lying?
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him, but he felt it was necessary to ask for verification. It happened that one of his classmates worked in a telegraph company, so he picked up the phone. Soon, a friend's voice appeared on the other end of the phone: "Jack. I just received news that you are going to start construction of the Atlantic Cable soon?"
"Now? No, no, dear Feowen, the cable order hasn't been placed yet. There are no plans on it. Hi, how's my stock going? Jenny asked me to invite you to my house, and she said she wanted to thank you for the message. ¡.¡±
The classmate kept chattering, but Fei Owen had no thoughts at this time. He hung up the phone in a hurry and prepared to find the guy who was spreading lies. Although the exchange is full of insider tips and lies every day, he feels that since it has been proven to be false, he has an obligation to catch the people who spread the lies. Just as he pushed through the crowd. While trying to find the "liar", a louder voice exploded in my ears.
"U.S. Steel, $262, 10,000 shares, sell!"
10,000 shares, $2.62 million? Oh, God! This huge sell-off instantly detonated the entire exchange, and the voice of doubt was louder than the whistle of the Hudson River. "Tony, did you make a mistake? I think so. Tony is going to be finished. Oh, poor Tony! I heard that Tony married a socialite. Is he a cuckold?" Doubts and laughter suddenly replaced the continuous quotes. But before everyone could recover from the super selling order of US$2.62 million, an explosive voice sounded again from the corner of the venue: "General Motors, US$92, 20,000 shares sold!"
"And me! Ford$171, 30,000 shares sold."
"Telegraph Company $395, 30,000 shares sold."
"Throw! Throw! Throw!"
In an instant, the entire exchange was filled with the sound of being thrown, and the electronic market recorder didn¡¯t even have time to operate! The phone in front of every trader rang, and then there was a chorus of shouts. It was too late for Feiwen to find the "liar" because his phone was also making a lot of noise. When he rushed forward and picked up the receiver, a bigger deal suddenly appeared.
"Mobil Oil, $122, 100,000 shares sold!"
Fei Erwen will remember that moment all his life. When he numbly shouted to sell, it was less than an hour before the market closed. But just this hour made everyone feel like they had fallen from heaven to hell.
Sell, sell, sell! No one knows what happened. The exchange, which was still hot in the morning, suddenly fell into ice cold. No one knows how many selling orders have emerged. Like a hurricane, no, an avalanche! When the first selling order was called, Pandora's box was completely opened! Everyone just screamed numbly, lowering the price again and again, suppressing the stock index that seemed to never fall.
No one can stay awake, and no one knows when the closing gong will ring. When the last trader hangs up the phone in disappointment, the entire exchange is silent. Everyone looked at me and me as if they were in a dream. Only the white transaction sheets like snowflakes on the ground told them that the scene that just happened was real and existed. According to subsequent statistics, more than 6 million shares were sold in the last hour and a half! On average, more than 60,000 shares are sold every minute, involving?The total amount is US$720 million! !
Fei Erwen slowly raised his head numbly. Everyone was doing this action, and their eyes were all on the automatic trading machine.
351 points.
In just one and a half hours, the New York stock index fell by 9%.
Why? how so? What happened? ! Everyone was full of doubts and eager to get the answer. Just as many hands reached for the phone, the phone suddenly rang on the trading seat next to the automatic trading machine. The crisp ringtone startled the traders in the seats. They looked at the eyes around them and slowly picked up the receiver.
Sasha¡¯s noise made the voice on the phone very blurry. The traders who listened carefully first raised their eyebrows to listen, and after a while, their eyes gradually became distracted, and their mouths grew longer and bigger. It wasn't until the receiver was completely silent that he slowly put down the phone, swallowed hard, and squirmed his Adam's apple: "Four hours ago, someone dumped 680 million pounds (approximately 10 minutes before the market closed in London and Paris). $3.2 billion)U.S. agricultural futures, short order!¡±
God!
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