"Boss. There is something wrong!" Livermore, who had been standing in the window and observing, roared in a low voice.

I pulled Jean Dupont Belmondo and rushed to the window.

In the middle of the trading hall, a group of brokers stood up at a blackboard, and more people began to surround him.

"Crazy! How is it possible! How can 100,000 shares be sold!" An agent opened his eyes wide and patted his head hard.

"Sell 150,000 shares! Mellon shares!"

There was still surprise here, and a sudden sound came from over there, which immediately attracted everyone's ideas.

"God! Mellon sold 150,000 shares!"

"impossible!"

"I heard it right!"

The crowd suddenly became a little panicked.

"Sell 500,000 shares! Morgan Chemical!"

Another voice came.

Thump! Under our window, the middle-aged man who had just called for money was coming and suddenly fainted.

"Morgan Chemical sold it! Didn't you buy it hard yesterday??"

"God! What's going on? What's going on!"

These economic people who were smiling a few minutes ago suddenly turned into headless flies.

"No! Something is wrong!" At this time, Jean DuPont Belmondo, who was standing next to me, also started to scream.

"What's wrong?" I turned my face and glanced at him.

Jean DuPont Belmondo's face has become ashen.

"The stocks of Andre Morgan Chemical and Mellon are one of the 23 super stocks that have been pushed to the highest position this year. There has never been such a crazy selling trend since the two! There is a problem! There must be a problem!"

Jean DuPont Belmondo is already speechless, "Gas Ionization United, sell 300,000 shares!"

"Chicago Trust, 200,000 shares, sell!"

"Republic Bank has 47,000 shares. Sell!"

"Morgan Chemical sold another 100,000 shares!"

"throw!"

"Spent again!"

Within just over a dozen minutes, shouts came one after another in the hall.

"Tony DuPont Consortium, sell 70,000 shares! Yes, sell all! Sell all! Didn't you see something wrong? 1.5 billion!? No investment! Of course, I won't invest! I almost made a huge mistake! Sell all!" Jean DuPont Belmondo was covered in cold sweat, and picked up the phone and shouted.

"DuPont Consortium, 700,000 shares! Sell!"

Wow! This time, the trading hall was completely shocked!

"What, even the DuPont Consortium has been thrown away!"

"Oh my God, 700,000 shares are almost all!"

"What the hell happened?!"

There were ghosts and wolves howling in the trading hall.

The scene suddenly became chaotic and became a mess.

The agents ran around, contacting the client while making instructions again and again.

"Stop! Let's throw it! Otherwise it's over!"

"Stop it now!"

"We sell 100,000 shares! 100,000 shares are universal!"

"50,000 shares! I'll sell 50,000 shares!"

"God, if I throw these away, I will go bankrupt!"

"Bankruptcy! You didn't see what it was like now! If you don't throw it away, you will jump off the building!"

One by one, the agents pulled off their ties, rolled up their cuffs, and tried to keep up with the sell-off order. Some people on the upstairs also began to rush down, but the scene was already in a crazy sell-off frenzy.

The selling orders kept ringing, at the beginning, and at the end, I felt like I was standing in the overwhelming flock of birds, with countless sounds around me!

"throw!"

"throw!"

"throw!"

All sounds are related to this word!

This place instantly became a dark hell!

The agents shouted at the top of their lungs, fearing that they would lose more if they were delayed in a second. In the end, the person in charge of the board could no longer keep up with the instructions!

"It's over! It's total! I'm gone with 500,000 US dollars!" In the crowd, a white-haired old man took out a handkerchief to cover his face and cried!

"Does there be lent me $200,000? Just 200,000! I don't believe it! I want to invest in it. I want to make it back! Otherwise, I will jump off the building! I will jump off the building!" A young man pulled his companion beside him, his companion's eyes were red, but his face was full of tears and his eyes were demented.

"It's collapsed! It's collapsed!" A well-dressed middle-aged man sat on the ground, using his head to hold the table legs, and he hit it with blood on it!

"Rockefeller. Citibank! 900,000 shares! Sell!" This news eventually caused the entire hall to fall into a complete selling frenzy.

As one of the 23 super stocks, Rockefeller Consortium stocks have been "absolutely impossible to fall", and this news has given those who still have fantasies in their hearts to the end and completely destroy them!

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

"God! Why abandon us!"

At this time, these American leaders began to set off a sell-off frenzy.

Almost everyone was shouting in the entire hall.

"Bang!" A gunshot came from the corner of the hall!

"Someone committed suicide!"

"Someone committed suicide!"

In the corner, a middle-aged man leaned against the wall and shot his pistol at his mouth. The wall was full of brain matter.

The people around him turned around and raised their arms after a brief shock!

They were shouting orders for selling in their mouths, but their faces were filled with tears!

At this time, everyone's hearts were broken!

I looked at the watch and it didn't take forty minutes from the opening.

"Someone fainted! Security! Security!"

Someone fainted on the spot, and the security guard rushed in and dragged it out without saying a word.

At the beginning, the security guards could drag these people out, but then they were completely out of the way because more people rushed into the exchange. Their faces were full of panic. The first thing they did when they rushed in was to raise their hands and shout to throw!

"It's gone! It's gone! All my money is gone!"

"How do I pay back my debts! How do I pay back my debts!"

At this time, the exchange has become a miserable ocean. The scene in front of me, the heart-wrenching cry, was like a knife, piercing my heart!

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

This is a hell on earth!

On October 24, the New York Stock Exchange became a complete hell within a few dozen minutes of opening.

Wails were everywhere, some committed suicide in the hall, some fainted, and some collapsed on the spot.

As time goes by, more and more people flock to the trading hall. Many of these people came in from outside, and there were also rich people coming down from the private room upstairs.

There were almost the same expression on their faces, which was surprise and surprise.

Apart from that, they don't know how to face such a reality.

"It's over. Andre! I'm over! The DuPont Consortium is over now." DuPont Belmondo, who was already confident, fell into the chair in front of me and could no longer stand up.

He looked at me, his eyes full of grief and anger: "Looking at this situation, the DuPont Consortium is going to lose a lot now. Not only the DuPont Consortium, but also the Americans are losing a lot."

He has been struggling in the financial industry for a lifetime and has clearly smelled the scent of danger from these changes in the past few dozen minutes.

Looking at Jean DuPont Belmondo, what else can I say?

There were more and more people outside, and the screams were getting louder and louder.

Some police even rushed in to maintain order. But when those policemen learned that the stock market collapsed, they also collapsed.

The New York Stock Exchange was completely in a dark place at this time.
To be continued...