"I'm surprised, I think so too."

Jimmy looked at the time again. There must be a very eye-catching clock on the walls of every Wall Street company's office. It was already nine o'clock, and there was only fifteen minutes left after leaving the plate, but it was enough for them to say a few more words.

"And three hundred is just a rough number, it should be about five hundred stocks. You know, man, I know a lot about Alice-King from my buddy, guess what."

He said: "Alice Wang's investment yield on stocks is very high. Although there must be times when she loses money, she has made at least 50 million US dollars in the past year and a half in the past year alone!"

Jordan swallowed and spitted, and his mind quickly started to turn around. Three or five hundred retail investors combined for at least 50 million US dollars, that is, on average, each stock is currently holding about 100,000. Although it is a bull market now, it is impossible to have an exaggerated increase. So the girl should be doing short-term trading, otherwise she would not hold so many shares: "Where is the starting capital?"

"I don't know much about this, but it must be very low, right?" Jimmy shook her head and said, "If she hadn't been a great person in the IT industry now, if she really came to work on Wall Street, she would definitely be a god-level individual stocks, right? Three or five hundred stocks, man, no one can provide so much insider information to this girl, right? And she is specializing in short-term trading, and she keeps buying and selling every big fluctuation. I guess the initial price of each individual stock is only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan."

"And now, she sold all these stocks?" Jordan also reacted and quickly understood the importance of the situation: "A customer with such excellent short-term stock trading ability suddenly had a completely short position?"

Jimmy nodded and said, "The market is not very good now. When you first came in, you also saw Mobens's face. Last Friday's single-day dive of 100 o'clock, he lost 80,000 US dollars in net income."

Jordan raised his head and looked at the manager's desk. Murbens's bare head was as dazzling as the sun at noon, but his expression happened to be as cold as the winter. Beside him, Boris and Joanna were nervously preparing, and then he suddenly stood up.

"Time is coming soon!"

Mebens's voice echoed in the office, and hundreds of employees looked up at him.

"Last Friday, we had a huge crisis, and I believe everyone remembers how many phone calls were yesterday afternoon that asked to sell stocks."

Mobens looked at the employees around him. Sweat was oozing on his face, but his mouth still had a confident smile: "But you say, can you let those fools sell the puffs out?"

"Sell!"

"Of course I have to sell it, but we must not let those fools short positions, but transfer them to another stock! You guys have paid attention to me. Your income is the commission commission when customers buy stocks, not just to draw a share from the short positions!"

"Today is Monday, a new week, a new beginning! Let's throw away all the garbage from last week and usher in a new day of battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hour hand pointed to 9:30, a loud beep sound suddenly sounded in the entire office, and there were even more shouts of Mobens who had changed all this: "Now, start!"

In this way, the office, which was still static the previous second, instantly turned into a boiling ocean. The sound of dialing the phone was everywhere, and most people specially equipped themselves with a pair of headsets. Rothschild Bank customers were everywhere, and their responsibility was of course to constantly harass them!

"Hello, sir, do you still remember me? That's great. Do you still remember the Coca-Cola stock I advised you to buy last Thursday? That's it..."

"Oslackett Bradwards is a new Ohio company that has recently formed a supply relationship with the Pentagon to provide Raytheon's fire control radar..."

"Beautiful job, guys, look, one minute, two thousand shares of Microsoft!"

When the pointer just turned 31, a lucky guy completed a transaction. However, when he deducted the relevant receipts into the storage box, led by Jordan and Jimmy, many stock brokers did not rush to sell the stocks as usual, but focused on the market.

Looking at the opening data, Jordan could already imagine how people in the trading hall were feeling at this time.

At the first moment of opening, the Dow Jones Index had fallen by 67 points.

A cold sweat directly applied to Jordan's whole body. At the same time, all the people who were paying attention to the opening data stood up. On the wall of the office, the company installed a display screen for the employees to display the large-scale data in real time. For this reason, they also purchased the latest switches and routers from Cisco six months ago. Therefore, with the excellent network system, when the first person stood up, more employees forgot to make calls and looked at the screen in a daze.

The first moment of opening, it fell by 67 points!?

"Damn it, I only had a fucking one hundred fucking all day last Friday..."

Manager Murbens stood straight, cold sweat flowing. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted: "Jimmy! Show me the data of the global stock market!"

Jimmy immediately dialed an inside phone to the computer room. In just one minute, more data appeared on the display.

Sydney stock market opened first, but there was no abnormal movement.

The Hong Kong stock market in East Eighth District opened, and the rest was fine, but the Hang Seng Index dropped by 120 points compared to Friday last year, and at noon it had dropped by more than 200 points. The same situation also occurred in the European stock market, obviously affected by the Hong Kong stock market. So now, as the time zone continues to change, it is obviously New York's turn again.

“Is it all because of Friday’s impact?”

In the office that became quiet again, Murbens rushed to pick up the Wall Street Journal of the day.

"These damn bastards! Such important information has not been published!? Are the brains of those people in the newspapers gnawed? Monday predictions, Monday predictions, all the pages were occupied by these bullshit predictions. The Asia-Pacific stock market was soaring in the middle of the night, and such an important thing was actually missed!?"

"What are you still standing there? Haven't you seen so many sellers on your computer?? Hurry up and persuade customers to keep the money! If they all have empty positions, they will all go to drink the Northwest Wind!"

As soon as the words came to an end, Luozi Kuai's office fell into the noise again, but this time it was not the traders' cheerful promotion. Before they could come back to their senses in the first minute, but looking at the soaring list of selling orders on their respective computers, everyone panicked and called a customer, fearing that they would keep all their funds in their account!

However, Jordan still didn't rush to call: "Jimmy, what do you think?"

Jimmy swallowed with difficulty: "What should we do? Alice-Wang sold out nearly five hundred stocks in one breath. What do you think we should do?"

At the same time, Jordan and Jimmy chose the same approach.

Short position!

Quickly take off the stocks they bought and quickly become a member of the selling order!

In the office inside the bank, a trader called the customer like crazy, and there were sounds of asking people not to sell everywhere. The more time went backward, the more investors would realize the market's sharp drop, and the red waves on the monitor wanted to roll madly, without seeing any signs of rising!

"Sir, sir, don't look at its price of 17%, which means that you can buy this bull stock now at a much cheaper rate than usual! Sir? Sir? Damn!"

"Sir, don't worry, the current decline is only temporary, and the future rise is eternal. We have experienced a bull market for fifty years. Can you still be worried? This is a good blue-chip stock. If I were to say anything...Sir? Sir? Damn!"

"Damn it, another thirty points?"

Jordan grinned at the display screen. It was only half an hour after leaving the market, and the Dow Jones index was falling sharply again.

At the same time, a colleague who had just answered the phone suddenly shouted in horror: "Chicago is selling index futures in large quantities! Tanger, how many stocks are sold here in New York now? We must stop this momentum!"

"One hundred...thirty-one stocks."

Tanger stared at the computer display screen, and the cold sweat on his forehead had already made his forehead shine: "About 30% of S&P's blue-chip stocks have not been sold. Usually, it only takes five minutes, but now..."

"A bastard, after predicting for a long time, no one was paying attention to the Asia-Pacific market in the middle of the night?"

When the needle was just approaching 10:10, manager Murbens was still cursing the editors of the Wall Street Journal. Forecasting the next trend of ibm, analysis of the prospects of Cisco IPO, and analysis of how the battlefield between Iran and Iran will continue to affect the oil market after the signing of the ceasefire agreement. These wastes that have been talked about in recent times have been put on the page again at such a critical time!

"That old and immortal editor-in-chief must be fired, and must be fired!"

Suddenly, a radio sounded throughout the office and even more rooms.

"An announcement is issued here: Bank executives have just obtained accurate information because the current stock market sells too high, and the computer computing volume on the New York Stock Exchange can no longer meet the actual demand. The current data is delayed by the actual selling volume for twenty minutes. Note, note that this is the accurate information that bank executives have just obtained because the current stock market..."

The cold broadcast sounds irrelevantly all traders, and they could also hear the panic in the cold broadcaster's voice.
Chapter completed!