It can be said that the degree of mastery of the stock market is the result of long-term research by Coolidge, Livermore and me, and there are countless confidential and internal information involved.

So, in my subconscious, I think that except for us DreamWorks, no one knows the current US stock market very clearly.

It is not difficult to understand after thinking about it. Even companies as smart as Rockefeller Consortium and as huge as the information network cannot see through the current situation.

But Jean DuPont Belmondo told me that the stock market is not as good as the surface, which surprised me very much.

Does he also understand the stock market?

It's impossible. Not long ago, Livermore said that the DuPont consortium has also invested huge amounts of money in the stock market, so that if DuPont Belmondo understands the stock market, he would not do this.

"Mr. DuPont, the US economy is so good and vigorous now, especially the stock market. Why do you have such a judgment?" Livermore, who was standing by, would not miss this opportunity.

Jean DuPont Belmondo smiled and said, "Actually, I just talked about it casually. The reason I felt this was only this week. At that time, I was in the UK, having dinner with a group of bankers, and then I heard them discussing how to raise funds to help my industry in the UK."

"The British economy seems to have loopholes now, and this will definitely affect the United States." Jean DuPont Belmondo said with great certainty.

What he said made me tremble.

"Does that mean that the US stock market is no longer able to do now?" I asked temptedly.

Jean DuPont Belmondo shook his head: "You can't say that, Britain is Britain, the United States is America. I am still very confident in the US economy. I plan to invest 1.5 billion in the stock market this morning."

It seems that this old man hasn't figured out the matter thoroughly.

After breakfast, we started to set off.

Darren Oliver used a trick to deceive the reporters guarding the door: He first asked someone to drive a car, and the people in the car dressed up as we were. The reporters really fell into a trap and got in the car and chased after them, and then our car drove away from the hotel.

The branch station is not far from the exchange and arrives in a few dozen minutes.

It's not the first time I've been to New York, but it's the first time I've arrived on the New York Stock Exchange.

There is still a distance from the exchange. You can see the huge standing statue of Washington, the first American president, in front of the Federal Hall diagonally opposite the exchange.

This statue, in a sense, has become a symbol of the New York Stock Exchange.

In 1792, 24 brokers signed a "Sycamore Tree Agreement" under the ground tree in front of a cafe in this place, establishing the predecessor of the New York Stock Exchange. After that, Wall Street stocks were always active. The "New York Securities and Trading Management Office" was established. It was not until 1863 that the management office was renamed the New York Stock Exchange.

This exchange is a symbol of Wall Street and a symbol of the US economy.

From the lathe, you can see pedestrians in suits and ties in a hurry. These people have the expression on their faces that only brokers who engage in stocks can have.

In this place, it is difficult to see other people in other places except for such people.

It's like walking into a copy factory. Almost all around you are in the same situation.

"There are so many people today." Livermore looked out the window and laughed: "I haven't been here for more than ten years. Boss, I was the lowest-ranking miscellaneous place. Now, when I think about it, it's simply a distant yellowing and fading dream."

Livermore was sighing there, but I had already sunk into deep thoughts.

Looking at the smiling people outside the window, I was a little breathless. Will they still smile like this once the market opens?

How many people will think that in a while, their nightmare will begin!?

Our car stopped in the parking lot next to the exchange. Livermore sighed at a car door.

"Why are all good cars? Boss, look at these cars, they are better than yours. At least hundreds of thousands of dollars." Livermore pointed to a fat man who was parking next to him and said, "Did you see that the extended version of Ford luxury sedan has just been designed and released, and it is a limited edition. It can't be bought without $800,000. It's a bitch, and New Yorkers are really rich."

"Of course, you don't look at where this is. This is the world of Wall Street. How can you not have money?" Jean DuPont Belmondo has long been used to such a situation.

A few of us walked forward, and many people were walking in there.

The fat man who just parked the car was also next to us.

Then a dirty child came over to beg with a hat. The fat man took out a few bills from his pocket and threw them into the child's hat, which made Livermore sigh for a while.

Walking into the New York Stock Exchange, I took a deep breath.

If the Los Angeles Stock Exchange Center is the largest securities trading location I have ever seen, then compared to this place, it is simply a slight witch.

The entire New York Stock Exchange is divided into three huge stock trading halls and one bond trading hall. There are a total of sixteen trading kiosks, and each trading kiosk has sixteen to twenty trading counters.

The trading method here is very different from other places. It is like a large vegetable market, and it adopts a bargaining method. Stock brokers will publicly look for buyers and buyers in the trading hall according to the trading conditions offered by the customer, and then make a transaction after bargaining.

The companies listed here, from large companies with a long history, to those who sell shampoos, aphrodisiacs, etc.

It can be said that this is the nerve center of the entire American economy. Every change in digital here will affect the movement of the American economy and even the world economy.

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of me, I suddenly became nervous.

The appearance of our group of people also attracted the ideas of these people.

Although we don’t enter the trading room, we can enter a special VIP private room. On the way from the trading room to the VIP private room, all the eyes of those around us are on the faces of Jean DuPont Belmondo and me.

They were talking one by one, but I knew what they were talking about without listening to it.

When I arrived at the private room, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at the watch and it was already ten o'clock. The market had not yet opened.

"Livermore. Why hasn't the market opened yet?" I took off my coat and frowned.

Livermore smiled and said, "Boss, it's not starting here at half past ten. Let's wait a little longer."

"That's right, don't worry, sit down and have a cup of coffee." Jean DuPont Belmondo was not as good as possible.

"Andre, there is no need to be so nervous. Now investing in stocks is the easiest thing. You just need to invest money in it. Then wait for some money. The stocks have been rising, and today they are too." Jean DuPont Belmondo drank coffee with a delicious taste and enjoyed it with his face.

But I didn't feel like he was, but walked to the window and looked at the bustling crowd in the trading hall below.

In a while, the sky and the earth will collapse here.

But at this time, the anger in the hall was very cheerful. Many people were joking. They might be talking about how much money they made yesterday.

"Livermore, why didn't you see people from those big companies?" I knew nothing about the situation. So I had to ask Livermore to explain it to me at any time.

"Boss. Those big companies have special agents, you see. The rooms are all inside. The Morgan Consortium opposite us is the Rockefeller Consortium." Livermore is so familiar with this place that he is no longer familiar with it.

We stood at the window and waited for the opening.

At half past ten, the bell rang and the entire trading hall suddenly burst into a boil.

"The time for making money is here!" In the trading hall, a broker in his forties in his baseball cap shouted, which made people laugh.

"I want 20,000 shares!"

"make a deal!"

"10,000 shares of Mobil Petroleum!"

"Checked!"

The shouts were heard one after another, and it was indeed no different from the vegetable market.

Those brokers held banknotes in their hands and followed the instructions to make corresponding speculations. They whispered in the hall, sometimes discussed with each other, sometimes shook their heads apart, sometimes laughed, sometimes shook their heads, and sometimes looked busy.

“Texas Railroad, rise three points!”

“Oregon oil rises!”

"Lift!"

"rise!"

...For more than ten minutes, from these shouts, you can feel the enthusiasm and anger in the stock market.

Although it was October, these agents only wore shirts and were sweating all over.

They were crowded like ants, running around, not yelling, buying, or throwing away.

"Livermore, haven't the British withdrawn their funds? Why is the stock market still rising?" I pulled Livermore and asked in a low voice.

Livermore shook his head and said, "Boss, this is just the beginning, it's still early. Wait and see."

When Livermore said this, his expression was very firm.

"Andre, you guys are talking here, I'll go and invest my money in it." Jean DuPont Belmondo stood up and walked out the door.

"Mr. DuPont, you should wait for your 1.5 billion, don't rush to invest." Looking at Jean DuPont Belmondo, I called him.

Although my relationship with him is not very close, the stock market collapse is about to begin. I really can't bear it as he pours $1.5 billion into it. That's 1.5 billion. Not to mention that he is Natalia's father, even an ordinary friend, I can organize it.

"If you don't smash it now? If you don't smash it now, you will make a lot of money less." DuPont Belmondo smiled.

"What's the hurry? Come on, come on and have tea with me." I smiled and pointed to the tea on the table.

Jean DuPont Belmondo shook his head and returned to the seat.

"I invest 4 million!"

“6 million, Citibank!”

Crying sounds kept coming from below.

It seems that the stock market is still hot.

I drank tea until eleven o'clock, and after half an hour passed, my stomach was filled with tea, I became a little anxious.

No, logically speaking, it should start now!

Why haven't there been any movement yet?

"Andre, I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore, I have to go down and spend money." Jean DuPont Belmondo pushed away the cup in front of him and stood up.

Just as he stood up, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside.
To be continued...