Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 5 Stud is a kind of wisdom (first update, please accept, please push, please spray)
Crazy, crazy!
This guy is crazy!
Buffett looked at Zhu Xianhai like a fool, and said.

"Sir, do you know what you're doing?"

"It's okay. I just like excitement. Small fights are not in line with my personality. For futures, the greater the risk, the higher the profit!"

Zhu Xianhai laughed.

Are all Chinese people so gambling?

Stud is a kind of wisdom?
This... seems to make sense.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in Buffett's mind,
"Etc., etc!"

Grabbing Zhu Xianhai, Buffett's tone seemed a little nervous.

"You, you don't have any news!"

This, this is just a coincidence.

After a moment of silence, Buffett felt that this seemed unlikely, he hesitated and tried again.

"You, did you hear something from Major Bellucci?"

Looking at Zhu Xianhai, Buffett's heart suddenly clenched.

God can testify that he bought tens of thousands of pesos worth of short wool futures, and he even added leverage!
If, if, something unexpected happened, he would be broke.

Major Bellucci, that is a big shot, will he have any gossip.

"what?"

Zhu Xianhai turned to look at him and said.

"Major Bellucci? Miss Bellucci and I just met today."

"Huh? Just met, uh...that's good, that's good..."

With a long sigh of relief, Buffett said again.

"Then, then why did you buy it to increase the price, and also stud it?"

"Well, what about this...?"

Recalling that guy's distraught appearance after the car accident, Zhu Xianhai pursed his lips and said.

"Just now, you said that today's wool market is completely plummeting. The output, the weather, etc., seem to be doomed. But what if, what if there are other reasons?"

"Any other reason? What reason?"

Buffett's expression froze.

"This... there can be no other reason for this?"

"Who knows?"

Zhu Xianhai shrugged casually.

"As you said, stud is a kind of wisdom. If I bet correctly, the return will be more than ten times, or even dozens of times. Even if I don't bet correctly, it will only be a few hundred pesos."

In fact, Zhu Xianhai really doesn't care how much money he can earn this time. After all, for him, the most important thing is to use the 300 pesos to verify one thing—that life simulation is real.

Isn't it Stud!

We are now in 1860, and based on our knowledge beyond the times, it doesn't matter if we have the 300 pesos or not.

Besides, he is still Marlena's creditor. If it is really impossible, just hug her long legs tightly. That leg...is enough for him...no, it might be his long-term meal ticket.

"Uh……"

Buffett nodded half-understood,

"that's it?"

"How else can it be?"

He looked at Zhu Xianhai in a daze, stood there in a daze, and let him leave.

Stud is a kind of wisdom.

Is this... what I said?

"Buffett, have you heard? Just now there was a fool who was bullish on wool and bought a few hundred pesos of wool futures."

A guy came up to him and said.

"You should be able to earn a lot this time."

"Uh……"

Is this a coincidence?
Buffett stared at the wool quotes on the blackboard, filled with unease.

"..."

"Hey, Anthony, do you think the price of wool will really go up?"

"What? Impossible. Everything proves that it will definitely fall, that is, the wool will be listed in a concentrated manner in these two days, and its price will never rise..."

Looking at his friend, Tony asked.

"Why, why did you remember to ask this?"

"No, nothing."

Buffett shook his head, looking at Zhu Xianhai standing there, he really couldn't understand why this guy made such a judgment.

And still so confident!
……

Waiting is always anxious. Standing in the trading hall, Zhu Xianhai quietly waited for the result.

Could that simulation be a prophecy of life?
He didn't know.

But everything seems to point to this.

The exchange at this time is extremely lively. In this era without the Internet, if you want to speculate in futures, you can only visit the exchange in person. Speculators from all over the world stare at the prices of some stocks and buy and sell from time to time. In the hall, there was constant beeping, and someone would always call someone's name, and those who received the telegram would quickly sell and buy.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the telegraph hall.

"Mapuche! Gentlemen, Juan Gallifoguza led more than ten thousand Mapuche mobs to attack our farms in the savannah. Hundreds of farms were attacked. Millions of sheep and a large number of The fleece was plundered..."

what!
The shouts from the telegraph office silenced the noisy exchange, and at this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

"It's over, we're over..."

I don't know how many people there were crying in despair, but their cries could not stop the spread of the news,
When news of the Mapuche invasion spread, the price of sheep wool took an immediate rocket ride.

……

But in just half an hour, the price rose all the way back to the original price.

Naturally, the stock exchange was full of mourning, and all the leeks who were as brave as Buffett looked at the skyrocketing wool price with despair.

Futures trading in this day and age is crazy.

It can make people go to heaven in an instant, and it can also send people to hell in an instant.

It really went up!

Zhu Xianhai's mood at this time was shock mixed with surprise, and excitement mixed with surprise. At this moment, he even wanted to howl loudly.

This golden finger is really a golden finger!
His heart is like a galloping horse!

As a time traveler, he has a golden finger that can simulate the future.

This is definitely an artifact that can change lives against the sky!

And Buffett, who was standing aside, was like a life mentor an hour ago, telling him persuasively that the guy who has the courage to stud in life has a fluctuating expression, and his expression is even a little distorted.

Anyone can read two words from his expression - fear!
The sun shone on Zhu Xianhai's face, and the corners of his lips gradually rose...

Looking at Buffett with a pale face, Zhu Xianhai patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Cherish life, stay away from the stock market..."

Cried!

At this moment, tears flowed from Buffett's eyes.

He burst into tears.

Fear, fear, at this time, Buffett's mood is different from others, he is terrified to the extreme, even more frightened than others.

"Oh, God!"

Suddenly, Buffett hugged Zhu Xianhai and burst into tears.

Being hugged by a big crying man in public made Zhu Xianhai very helpless.

"A grain of ashes from the times, falling on a person's head, is like a mountain..."

This poor guy was crushed to death just like that...

Stud is a kind of wisdom... The problem is, not everyone has that brain!
wisdom?

Just kidding, I thought I was the stock god Buffett.

In the end, all of them became leeks!
(End of this chapter)