Chapter 765 The Second Stock Market Crash Chapter 766 The Endless Hoover(1/3)
The stock price rose, which made Coolidge and I ecstatic.
However, this kind of ecstasy is very different from ordinary stock market investors.
For us, the situation in front of us has been waiting for for a long time.
Especially Coolidge, he and Livermore have been planning for a long time for this day.
"Andre, the big fish has been hooked. It has been hooked." Coolidge smiled at me, then winked.
"Boss, what should we do now?" Livermore looked at me and asked for my opinion.
"What should I do?! Of course, I'm following the plan! The stock surge shows that the funds of the Morgan Consortium and DuPont Consortium have been pulled out now. The Rockefeller Consortium is now standing on the edge of the cliff. We can't waste such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." I squeezed my eyes.
"Come on." Coolidge looked at Livermore and said in a deep voice.
Livermore nodded, then walked over and picked up the phone.
"Listen clearly, ten minutes later, close the line!" Livermore said this and hung up the phone with a serious look on his face.
The three of us walked to the window of the private room and looked at the people inside the exchange, feeling complicated.
At this time, the stock exchange was crowded.
The lively look reminded me of the situation I saw in the New York stock market on the 2nd.
These people had a happy smile on their faces, and many of them were very excited. They pulled their companions next to them and pointed at the record board, as if they had made a lot of money.
But ten minutes later, the tragic scene that once happened will repeat itself again.
I shook my head, and for a moment I seemed to have returned to the New York Stock Exchange on the day the stock market collapsed, as if I heard the heart-wrenching cry.
However, if I still couldn't bear it at that time, then now, the unbearableness in my heart has been greatly relieved.
This is not because I have become numb and seen a lot. But because after the stock market collapsed on the 2nd day, the people who are still able to invest in the stock market are no longer ordinary people. Most of the people in the stock market are people with assets and can be regarded as middle and upper-level members of society.
Ordinary people invest in the stock market just to improve their lives. So when they see them invest their entire lives in the stock market, my heart will bleed with them, but these upper-class people in society do not have to worry about food and drink, and invest in the stock market is entirely for making money. Therefore, I am not so heartbroken about their losses.
"It's rising! It's rising! It's rising again!"
"I want to buy more!"
"The good days have finally come! But we need to continue to rise!"
The people in the exchange have been almost crazy by the rise in the stock market.
In the stock market, Citibank of Rockefeller Consortium has become the most dazzling stock and the weather vane of the entire stock market.
These people are sincerely happy about the rise of Citibank stocks. For them, they are not only happy because they will make more money because the stocks rise. They are also happy that the stocks may get rid of the nightmarish collapse situation.
"Andre, sometimes, I think these people are so pitiful." Coolidge looked at the people outside and sighed a long sigh. Then he pointed at them and said to me: "These people have houses, cars, no worries about food and clothing, and have a lot of savings. Logically speaking, they should live a good life, have such a material foundation, and can do things they like to do. But they have become slaves of money, and they are so busy that they are almost forgetting who they are. Everything is for making money, and for them, they are just some numbers, and there is no substantial benefit at all."
"Look at these people, how many of them can stop and appreciate life quietly? How many of them can examine themselves and then transcend themselves? Poor, this is pitiful."
At this time, Coolidge seemed to be a philosopher who saw through all things in the world, with a vicissitudes of his tone.
In fact, Coolidge does have this qualification in this regard. In his fifties, he has been the president of the United States and has rich experience. He has completely seen what the world looks like.
He was right. Just make money to a certain extent. If you have too much, it will be a total number. If you have too much, it will become a shackle and make you a slave.
Why don’t people sit back and return to their true self at this time?
In fact, this is not difficult to remember at all. The key is that some people are not willing to think about it at all, or even if they think about it, they can’t help themselves.
This is like a world of martial arts. It is involuntarily in the world of martial arts.
I stood upstairs, lit a cigarette, and then no longer wanted to see the people below who were crowding into the exchange like ants.
After a while, I heard a commotion.
Then, in the stock exchange, a nearly desperate voice first appeared: "Are you wrong? Someone threw out 1.5 million shares at once!"
"God! No! This is more than 5 billion!"
"It's over, is it going to be staged again!"
Looking at the exchange, the people who were just happy, now all their faces showed extremely shocked and fearful expressions!
"Livermore, we only threw half?" I looked at Livermore and frowned.
Livermore and Coolidge glanced at each other and laughed at each other.
"Andre, if all of them were thrown away at once, I'm afraid the hopes of these people would not be completely shattered. We will destroy their fantasies one after another!" Coolidge gritted his teeth.
I understand what he means.
The sale of 1.5 million shares made the situation in the entire exchange deteriorated suddenly. Many people couldn't believe their eyes when they looked at the record board. They didn't understand why someone suddenly threw the stock of Citibank, which had just returned to the skyrocketing market.
These people were frightened. Because of this, they couldn't help but remember the situation where the stock market collapsed on the 2nd.
Almost exactly the same situation.
"Sell it! If you don't sell it, it's too late!" Someone in the exchange began to shout.
These people are all those who are particularly careful brokers. They are already scared. So when they see such an abnormal situation in the stock market, they immediately start to sell out the stocks in their hands.
"Wait a minute! I don't think the stock market will collapse again! With the federal government and Wall Street's rescue funds, the stock market will definitely not be able to fall back. The situation is very unstable now, and it is normal for the things that are sold. Let's take a look and talk about it." Those who have a very big burden for long-term stock trading seem to be very confident in the stock market.
In their opinion, the federal government’s rescue plan is the biggest reliance. And it is no big deal to throw it out like this.
Therefore, two completely different situations began to appear on the entire exchange: some people began to sell stocks in a hurry, but they were still waiting and watching.
"Livermore, it seems that if we don't take the pills, these people will not sell stocks with us. Okay, I will throw all the remaining 8 billion!" I licked my lips and said grinning.
"Okay!" Livermore walked to the table, and just picked up the phone and was about to call, he heard the door of the private room being smashed.
"Who is this!" I whispered to the door, and Livermore walked over and opened it.
As a result, it didn't matter when the door opened like this, and a few people rushed in.
And these people made me suddenly open my eyes.
This world is really small, you can even encounter it in this place.
The one standing in front is not someone else, but Carrey Rockefeller, the owner of the Leidian Film Company. Behind him are the four giants of Leidian Film Company: Bao Man, Kessel, Aitken, and Floyler. Next to Carrey Rockefeller, there is another person. I have seen this person, and the last time I saw it at the door of the New York Stock Exchange.
John Rockefeller Jr., the second-generation leader of the Rockefeller Consortium.
The intrusion of these people was so unexpected that Coolidge and I didn't come back for a long time.
How could these people be here and even break into our private room!
"Two Mr. Rockefeller, it's too rude to break in without invitation!?" Livermore had no good impression of these people. Seeing that they all had extremely angry expressions on their faces, he was not angry.
As a result, Carey Rockefeller and John Rockefeller Jr. seemed to have not heard Livermore's words at all. They just stared at me and stared at me, as if they were going to eat me raw.
"Andre Corleon, you're really here!" Carrey Rockefeller looked at me and squeezed out a few words from his teeth fiercely.
He looked like a mad dog.
Especially the bridge of the nose that I had broken has not recovered yet, and it is still a little crooked, making his face so funny.
"Mr. Rockefeller, you're wrong. This is the Los Angeles Stock Exchange, not your private villa, why can't we come here??" Coolidge sneered twice.
In front of Coolidge, Carey Rockefeller and John Rockefeller's originally arrogant arrogance were immediately destroyed.
"Mr. Corleon, I have a question I want to ask you, I hope you can answer it." John Rockefeller, little, looked at me and suddenly became extremely polite.
I feel embarrassed when he is so polite.
"May I ask." I nodded.
Anyway, he asked me and I won't lose anything.
"Mr. Corleon, did you sell the 1.5 million shares just now?" Little John Rockefeller stared at my eyes and asked word by word.
"Mr. Rockefeller, I can't answer your question. You know, it's very impolite to ask such questions in the stock market." I smiled.
John Rockefeller, little, was disappointed, but he had to swallow his anger.
But Carey Rockefeller next to him could not help it.
"Andre Corleon! Don't think that we don't know what good things you did!? No one has such great strength except your DreamWorks! Don't quibble!"
Carrey Rockefeller looked at me, his eyes lit up.
"Mr. Corleon, what do you want to do. I know clearly. But I have to remind you that you are doing this to bankrupt the federal government's rescue plan. If you go out, you may not have a good life with DreamWorks."
Compared with Carrey Rockefeller, John Rockefeller Jr. was obviously calmer and calmer when dealing with things.
But in my opinion, he was a naked threat.
"Mr. Rockefeller, I don't understand these words you said," I shrugged.
In this way, everything Carrey Rockefeller said just now was blocked back.
John Rockefeller's face suddenly turned into pig's liver color.
"Mr. Corleon, the federal government's rescue plan has been approved by 80% of the people in the United States. If they knew that the person who destroyed their hopes was you, I think it is necessary for you to think about the consequences of yourself and DreamWorks." John Rockefeller said a cunning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He might have thought that he had already pinched my braid.
Admittedly, the people are still intoxicated by the dream of the rescue plan. If this dream is shattered, then they will not let the person who smashed their dreams.
However, John Rockefeller's move is completely useless to me.
"Mr. Rockefeller. What do you want?" I looked at John Rockefeller little and sneered.
Seeing that there seemed to be an opportunity, John Rockefeller sat opposite me and said, "Mr. Corleon, we only have one request, that is, you can't sell the remaining stocks!"
Hahahaha. The words of John Rockefeller, Coolidge, Livermore and others couldn't help laughing.
"Mr. Rockefeller, why should we agree to your request? We have no benefit," Coolidge asked.
John Rockefeller, Jr., seemed to have expected us to ask such a question, and immediately smiled and said, "Why? Of course it is a benefit."
"The benefits, I like the benefits the most. Tell me." I was in a state of mind.
John Rockefeller, little boy, looked at me and said, "As long as you don't sell the stocks on hand, Citibank can allow DreamWorks to invest!"
To be continued...