As time goes by, the little brothers in black constantly wiped the blackboard and wrote down heartbreaking numbers. The value of the stocks in the hands of this group of people is constantly evaporating, and it is rapidly changing from ten thousand taels of gold in the morning.

Be worthless!

The stock price fell faster than the morning rise!

It seems to be in line with the gravity of this planet: it has been a hundred days of hardship, collapsed overnight, and 40 minutes passed, and the stock price of the Earl sector has fallen to the opening price!

Hahaha, the goal that Long Hao had stated before leaving the VIP room was achieved 20 minutes in advance!

t.k Morgan danced excitedly in that VIP room, dancing: "Hehehehe, let's fall, hurry up and fall! Hurry up before four o'clock, the lower the fall, the more conducive it will be for us to buy back a lot.

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What?

I heard it right?

t.k Morgan actually started preparing to buy back stocks in such a situation of short sellers falling sharply?

Is this arguing against the market?

Or is this an order that Long Hao had already given, and by four o'clock, something unusual will happen?

One hour after the opening of the afternoon, Longan's stock price fell by $33, Ca's stock price fell by $8.9, and 13 companies under Carnegie's "green"...

This decline was really miserable. In just one hour, the stock price of the Earl sector not only fell below the opening price in the morning, but even swallowed up the gains in the previous ten days!

Now, investors who hold stocks in the Earl sector don’t have any dreams of getting rich, they are afraid they will have the idea of ​​wiping their necks on the spot!

Park Sanfei trembled with his hands, his mouth was trembling and purple. The three stock trading vouchers in his hand now have only a market value of more than $30!

Moreover, the stock price seemed to be falling all the way without end. Park Sanfei pressed his rough big hand on his chest, his breath was uneven, and he felt that he was about to die: Ah, ah, all my property is gone. No more,

I'm going to become a pauper! Woooo, there's only $30 left, my, my wife!

At this time, someone suddenly screamed in the silence of the trading hall, "Who wants the stocks in my hand? I bought them for $150, and now they are only sold for $40, $40!"

Such a yelling that struggled before dying. In the past, it would have been absurd by non-kindness. However, now there are too many people who share the same traits, so similar screams are also jumping one by one.

Come out.

"Who still has money? My stocks are also sold, only $30!"

"I sell it too. I sell it too. Mine is cheaper. It only sells for $25!"

"Help, I have an 80-year-old mother on top and a 3-year-old baby on the bottom. Which kind-hearted person bought all my stocks for $10!"

...

Such a huge trading hall suddenly turned into a vegetable market... Oh no, it was a refugee camp during the famine!

The desolate shouts of "selling children and girls" are everywhere!

This is the "cutting of the flesh". This is a "cruel" part of the stock market. After today, as long as the investors here are not dead, May 23 will definitely become a memory fragment that they will never forget for life!

However, in the big collapse of three thousand feet down, even "cutting the flesh" became a luxury, with only hawking, no buyers... The shouting in the trading hall became smaller and smaller, and in the end, everyone seemed to be desperate.

He pursed his lips, held the stock trading vouchers tightly, and said nothing.

The hall became silent like a dead person, leaving only the constant brushing and clattering sounds on the big blackboard!

Well, it is always inhumane to appreciate other people’s unlucky situations.

So, let's push the timeline forward a little bit...

About an hour before the opening in the afternoon, San Francisco's commercial port suddenly became lively.

When Long Hao took away a large part of the North Port and South Port in San Francisco, this throughput was originally considered a medium-sized port, and became the first choice for ocean-going merchant ships to enter San Francisco.

The new and old port combinations, the expansion project has never stopped, but the available berths are full of various ocean-going freighters. The freighters are hung with various foreign flags and large black chimneys, with no aesthetic sense.

Toward the blue sky.

Coolie and machinery are carried at the dock to help the owner of the freighter load and unload cargo up and down.

Before the bustling, the trade port was orderly and was no different from other days. After all, those who were crazy about the stock market did not represent the whole of San Francisco. There were honest people who worked hard to live their lives.

The excitement was started by a lion dance team.

A big firecracker broke the silence of the trade port. Several "big lions" wearing colorful lion dance uniforms rushed out from which corner, shook their heads, twisted their hips and sticked their hips, and jumped on the not-so-wide dock.

Dongdongqiang, clangqianggong!

A team of drummers accompanied them, beating hard, and immediately conveyed the festive atmosphere to the entire pier.

When people who didn't know why saw this, they couldn't help but stop their work and looked at the lion dance team that suddenly appeared.

Is this a person from the Hongmen?

What is a good day today? The lion dance team, which usually does not appear on major festivals, has also been dispatched!

The unfamiliar ship owners may be a little confused about the monks, but the coolies on the dock are very familiar with these crazy "little ones". They were puzzled, and their eyes and bodies were involuntarily facing the noisy places of the lion dance team.

Depend on.

It is rare to have fun together, and it is rare to take advantage of these coolies without taking the opportunity to take some leisure.

However, before these coolies approached, another group of people emerged from some hidden corner!

They wore steel helmets and straight military uniforms, and walked out in neat steps, as if they were receiving a military parade.

With the order of the leading officer, they quickly dispersed and circled a large open space of several thousand square meters in a radius with steel guns, blocking the coolies who were joining the fun outside.

.

"Where is the army? Why is it surrounded such a large piece of land?"

"Yes, it will affect our work so much! The grass, the wharf is not opened by his family!"

Suddenly, many coolies were dissatisfied and muttered.

"Don't yell, I know these soldiers' sluts. They are from the Spanish Expeditionary Army camp in the southern suburbs!"

"Ah, it turns out it's the Spanish army. Why are there yellow-skinned people inside?"

"Hey, you didn't know that not long ago... This expeditionary army is not divided into race or nationality. As long as you are great enough, you can be selected!"

"Oh. Then I'll sign up too, it's more promising than here to resist sacks!"

"Damn, I dare to despise us for sacks, everyone beat him up!"

There were still some people who knew the consignees in the coolies, and they immediately identified the origins of these soldiers.

After the expeditionary force was martial law, then some cargo ship owners who did not know the truth came to protest. However, the expeditionary force did not say a word, but just put one end of the rifle in his hand. The cargo ship owners stagnated in their chests and closed their voices.

If you are paralyzed, don’t be as knowledgeable as you barbaric big-headed soldiers. If you affect your transportation, it will affect you for a while!

Let's make a fuss, let's make a fuss when you get the police!

These cargo ship owners whispered indignation.

But unfortunately, the police didn't wait. But they waited for a bunch of reporters...

The lion dance team had just rested, and the group of reporters were like flies opening the toilet door. They didn't understand which corner they flocked out.

The soldiers of the Expeditionary Force did not stop them, and allowed the uncrowned kings who carried cameras, paper and pens, and telephone lines (?) to rush into the martial law circle, and even some soldiers followed behind and from the drummer

The Hongmen disciple who had changed his job rolled up his sleeves and built a simple platform beside the lion dance team.

Such a style is very much like welcoming a big shot!

When the long spear and short cannons were placed, the cargo ship owner and the coolies were waiting for it. The main owner finally made a brilliant debut.

The scorching sun at noon shone without any obstruction, so the trade terminal is actually quite hot. At this moment, the nameless wind suddenly rises... A black car with a smooth surface like a mirror and reflects dazzling light, I don't know from

It drove from a corner, riding the wind all the way, and it was so elegant and stylish!

The lines of the car are smooth (in the eyes of people of this era), and a three-pointed star is standing in front of the car, transforming into colorful light (sunlight diffraction), as glorious as the royal nobles.

‘Dou--’, the black car pulled up the horn of the decibels that was no less than the freighter's whistle amid the roar of its own motor. In this way, everyone's eyes attracted.

'Papapapapapa...', a sound of camera shutter rising and falling, and the group of 'Reporters' with no less than 50 shots, while taking photos, the sweaty faces also showed excited and relieved smiles.

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Hahaha, it’s indeed the Earl of North Sea!

The news is right, he really appeared here at this point in time!

This group of journalists is considered a luxurious group, with one large number of reporters from the San Jose Couriers, and the other part is an expatriate journalist sent by several large newspapers in the eastern United States in San Francisco.

Strangely, none of the so many journalists belong to the San Francisco Chronicle.

The San Jose Messenger reporter group is led by Wade, the editor-in-chief. They have the most people and the most complete equipment. Of course, the most beautiful scenery among the Uncrowned Kings is naturally our beautiful and passionate little secretary Louisa.

Louisa wore a short tulle skirt today, with soft clothing lines, excellent fabrics, unique soft decorations, and superb tailoring...all of which revealed the expensive price of this short skirt that didn't cost much fabric.

As the sea breeze blew, the short skirt fluttered, revealing Louisa's plump and powerful thighs. Hiss, I don't know how many men around me have hooked away the souls of many men!

nnd, if I had known, I wouldn't have asked the young master for her to ask for clothes! The editor-in-chief Wade next to me felt so good that he was cursing.

This tulle short skirt is not released by ZSS, a special reward that Wade received because of his good performance last night. He never expected that this short skirt would be worn on Louisa.

It's so sexy and seductive.
To be continued...