He rushed here with these dollars that were already his possessions, in exchange for three stock trading certificates, with his eyes widened, his pancake face widened, and he watched with anticipation as the stock price on the blackboard was constantly being wiped away.

And they are constantly being written with larger numbers!

This time, I must make a fortune!

Park Sanfei's eyes were blood-red and he thought gritted his teeth in his heart.

In fact, the Hongmen issued a warning to most Hongmen disciples last night, warning everyone not to join in the fun of the exchange the next day, buying stocks, and working honestly is the best... But, like

There are at least a hundred Hongmen disciples like Park Sanfei. They did not obey the warning, but took out all their belongings and planned to get rich today and make a name for themselves. They will no longer have to fight sacks at the dock in the future.

The box is here!

Alas, the magic of money is really tempting!

"Rise.........Huh, why haven't the numbers changed? Hello, that guy who wrote, have you read it wrong? The stock price of this ca is the same as the stock price just now. You bastard don't look at it.

, think 8 is three!"

Suddenly, a discordant voice popped out in the crowd. Park Sanfei looked up and found that the stock price of Ca, which had been rising rapidly, had not changed!

"Yes, check it quickly. If you write it wrong, you can't afford to compensate!"

"That's right, it's been rising all the time, how can you stop? Your eyes won't be wrong, right?"

...

The stockholders were all talking, attacking the black-clad little brother who wrote the blackboard.

The little brother in black, standing on the first and a half, was frightened by the shouts of the enthusiastic investors below. He lowered his head, squeezed out his cross-eye, and looked at the notes on his hand several times before he was weak.

He said weakly: "No, that's right. Really, it's really the price!"

Fortunately, the investors below no longer made things difficult for this little brother in black because... on a long list of large blackboards, the stock prices of companies related to the Earl sector... were stagnant!

"What's going on? The stock price has not moved!"

"Yes, I just increased by five yuan in two minutes. Now five minutes have passed. Oh my twelve and a half dollars are gone..."

"Will it rise too fast and fall? Alas, I have already made 40% of it anyway. I'm going to get it in my pocket, so I'll sell it!"

Faced with the strange situation, some investors have begun to shake and worry. They no longer applaud and shout, but have the idea of ​​stopping when they see it is better.

"You idiot, you are going to sell stocks? Bah, you're so timid, you deserve to be unable to make a fortune!"

"That is, in terms of terms, today is an unstoppable bullish trend. Any pullback is a good time to buy, and you are going to withdraw now. I really despise you!"

"Hehe, you can withdraw, you can withdraw. I just saw Gou San. He bought more stocks than you. You have made a profit when you retreat now, but your Xiaoyu can still be kept today. Tsk tsk, just just do you want to

God knows!"

"Haha, if I hadn't had any spare money, I'd bought all your stocks. MD. I could be scared to death if I had money to pick them up. You would have been in a life of hardship!"

The power of the masses is always huge and infinite. No matter ancient and modern, both in China and abroad, every word of the people around you can always deeply affect you.

Under the persuasion of the people around, the investors who had the idea of ​​retreat immediately blushed, either ashamed, or slighted their teeth and dispelled this actually very correct idea.

They didn't know that this unchanging stock price actually meant that the rich people in the upper class had received bad news and were carefully slowing down the pace of buying stocks and were ready to leave at any time...

One minute...two minutes...

It was only two minutes left before the closing ringtone in the morning, but the stock price on the big blackboard was still as if it was soldered to death, and it didn't move at all.

"What's wrong? Is it still rising? If it doesn't rise, I'll sell it!"

"It will definitely rise, this is a technical adjustment! In professional terms, this is a slight adjustment for the bulls, ready to make a concerted effort and have another big explosion in the afternoon!"

"Well, really? I read a lot of books. Don't lie to me. I've even pushed my wife..."

"Drip, drip--"

During the skeptical discussion among investors, the closing ringtone rang as scheduled. At this moment, a little brother in black ran to a blackboard almost before the ringing, wiped the stock price of Longan, and wrote it on

A brand new number!

"Scared? A cent drop?"

"It's really... it fell!!"

"No, it's down one cent before the closing, what's that?"

To all stock investors' expectations, Longan Company closed with a price drop as the end at the morning closing. Although the one-cent drop seemed so small in the morning's gains of dozens of dollars,... this was for eight minutes.

What does the first change that occurs after the stock price remains unchanged?

Will the stock market continue to rise in the afternoon?

Or will it... suddenly change?

The dark clouds of haze really hit the top of their heads. The investors in the trading hall frowned and walked out with this question. The decline of this cent was like dropping a small drop of ink on a flawless landscape picture.

Although it is inconspicuous, it destroys the entire scroll!

When these investors stepped out of the San Francisco Exchange, a group of newspaper boys carrying small bags surrounded him: "Sir, sir, big news, big news, explosive news... Buy one quickly, for your stock today

Investing will help a lot!”

"No, do you messenger newspaper? I have bought it for a long time. You guys are still stocking up until now. Hehe, don't come here if you want to cheat money..." Some investors in a bad mood immediately pushed away and blocked the way with all their strength.

The newspaper boy walked out while sarcastic.

"Sir, it's not the Messenger, this is outside the San Francisco Chronicle!"

The newspaper boys yelled, yelling, “There are major scandals of the Earl of North Sea, and, ah…”

As soon as they heard that it was related to the Earl of Beihai, the faces of these investors changed immediately. They took out the money for lunch from their pockets and threw it to the newspaper boys near them. They snatched a Chronicle and bowed their heads.

look.

In less than a minute, the newspapers in their hands were "robbed" all.

Leaving a group of people reading newspapers or waiting for others to read newspapers at the door of the exchange, these newspaper boys squeezed each other and turned around and ran away with laughter.

What?

The Earl of North Sea was actually in a financial crisis?!

There are photos of him secretly entering and leaving the bank on the outside. Looking at his expression, he was really worried!

Here! Here is Mr. Rothschild's statement here!

Oh my God. Refusing to accept the Count of Beihai’s check!

The total amount exceeds 30 million pounds, close to 150 million US dollars!

Oh, such a big bank refuses to pay the check?

Did the Earl of North Sea make a mistake?

Or is there something wrong with Rothschild's bank?

...

In addition to an eight-page and four-page chronicle, the news recorded inside can make these investors faint!

God, if the Earl of North Sea really encountered some financial crisis, then how could he have money to build a giant ship that salvages the treasures of the wreck?

In this way, are all fake news from the Messenger newspaper in the morning, such as private salons, and golden meal plates?

If everything is fake, then these stocks that have risen sharply...

This group of investors was in a daze, and most of them lost their appetite for eating. At this time, they linked the strange one-cent drop before the morning closing, and everyone was panicked, and their hearts were beating loudly.

It's about to rush out of the chest!

As the saying goes in China: Disaster never happens alone, it is very suitable in today's San Francisco.

These crazy investors have not yet emerged from the blow caused by this journal. Another explosive news spread among the crowd in San Francisco: Did you hear that? Earl of North Sea last night

The private party held invited nearly a hundred rich people to attend, but there were very few people who agreed to invest in the "Salvage Swreck Plan" for him. It can be said that the "fund-raising activity" of Lord Beihai last night ended in a complete failure!

As soon as the news spread, the crazy investors could not bear it. More than 30 people fainted at the gate of the exchange and almost snatched the stock trading vouchers in their hands in the chaos.

This news confirmed that the Earl of North Sea is indeed in a 'financial crisis', but in various VIP rooms on the San Francisco Exchange, the rich people who desperately ate the Earl's stocks in the early morning were furious and slapped the table and scolded the street: Who is it?

Who is doing the destruction? First, the Chronicle was printed out, and then the incident of our refusal to join Longhao's investment plan last night was exposed?

This is going to smash the plate!!

Indeed, this series of negative news about Long Hao that has been exposed continuously is to smash the plate and the San Francisco stock market, a large plate that carries the dream of how many people get rich!

These rich people were very annoyed and wanted to get rid of the rumor-producing people: Grass, if you have these negative news, you should post them early! If you post them early, we will not buy the stock of Earl of Beihai! Also, Kant Rothschild

That star of the Death Gate, you want to issue a statement. Don’t you know if you choose a suitable time to send it? Isn’t it good to vote for the San Jose Messenger early in the morning? Who told you to eat the stocks in the Earl sector almost the same?

At that time, he ran out to join the San Francisco Chronicle to expose the "emptiness" of the Earl of North Sea's foundation. Isn't this too bad?

Is this going to bring us to the funeral together?

While these rich men cursed, they were filled with fear: they received the news before they were printed outside the journal, but it was too late to retreat at that time. They knew that if they sold a lot, they would only cause the stock price to fall rapidly, and the result would be everyone

The stocks are all broken at high prices and no one can sell them out!

This is also the reason why the Earl sector's stock price remained unchanged in the last ten minutes of the morning closing.
To be continued...