A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 404
Many people eagerly and blindly chase the trend of the times. They believe in 'conforming to the times' but fail to see the undercurrents beneath the trend. As a result, they unfortunately fall into the fatal whirlpool and are swept underwater.

Cornwall, who has always been on top of the times, is now in a panic. He is extremely panicked. He has spent a lot of money to go long and now he can no longer go ashore.

He rushed to Cornwall, New York overnight without stopping, and immediately came to his securities company, where all the analysts and traders were waiting.

Cornwall didn't even look at them. He went straight to the manager's office and roared at the manager who got up in a panic:

"What's happening here?!!"

"Mr. Cornwall..."

"Don't fucking say anything else! Tell me! What's going on!!"

Through the office door, the other employees standing outside all heard Cornwall's roar.

However, yelling was of no use. At the end of the day, the manager, who had already realized that something was wrong, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in embarrassment:
"The best case scenario is that the reports in the newspapers are false, then you just need to continue to buy the stocks in the hands of these people who are busy running away and wait for the rise..."

But, there are always buts.

"But what?!" Cornwall calmed down a little, but was still angry.

"But..." For some reason, the manager was sweating more and more on his head, and he couldn't say anything anymore.

"but!!!!"

"But...Mr. Cornish, if the reports are true, then...then..."

Cornish couldn't bear it any longer, so he kicked the desk in front of him with such force that he pushed the desk and knocked down the manager.

So what, Cornwall knew very well, he couldn't sit still and wait, he had to go to Vincent's house immediately.

"Mr. Cornwall, where are you going now?" the assistant driving Cornwall's carriage asked cautiously.

"Vincent Manor."

"Sir, is this inappropriate?"

It's late at night, and it's not polite to drop by without an appointment.

Then, for the current Cornwall, he doesn't care about these things. The Vincent family must give him an explanation. At the beginning, they were the ones who promised Cornwall that it was the stocks of these two companies. Got the inside scoop, damn it.

"Why is the carriage still not moving?!"

"Drive!" The assistant didn't dare to speak anymore, so he could only twitch the riding crop hard, for fear of making Cornwall unhappy again because of the slow speed.

Soon, the carriage drove onto the main road in front of the gate of Vincent Manor.

After some briefings, Cornwall met Brighton Vincent who hadn't slept as he wished.

"Mr. Cornwall, what about rare visitors, but it's already at this point. I don't know what made you want to visit me so eagerly?"

Having said that, Brighton actually knew very well why Cornwall came to visit him. After all, he also knew what Lonnie did, and the reason why Brighton hadn't rested yet was because He was trying to estimate how much money he could earn from the stock crash of those two companies today.

Different from his previous attitude towards other people, Cornwall finally restrained himself a little in front of Brighton Vincent, but he still couldn't hide his anger and asked:

"Mr. Vincent, I think you need to give me an explanation."

"Oh? I don't know, Mr. Cornwall, what do you want me to explain to you?"

Cornwall and the Vincent family have cooperated, and it can be said that in certain industries, the Vincent family is also his angel investor, Leviticus Cornwall.

"Babylon Oil Company, and the Babylon Oilfield Company, what's going on with the stocks of these two companies?!" At the end of the sentence, Cornish couldn't restrain the anger in his heart.

Without waiting for Brighton to answer, he continued to speak loudly:

"I purchased a large amount out of my trust in the Vincent family..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Mr. Cornwall." Brighton interrupted him, and then while signaling Cornwall to calm down, he asked the butler outside to get Cornwall a glass of hot water.

Although Brighton didn't know that hot water bottles could cure all diseases, he felt that Cornwall must be suffering from cold and dry mouth nowadays, and drinking some hot water would definitely not hurt. "Mr. Cornish, before the accident, did these two stocks bring you good returns?"

"?" Cornwall didn't need to hear what Brighton said next, he already knew what Brighton was going to say.

Sure enough, Brydon continued:

"No one can predict the rise and fall of people's hearts. The same is true for the rise and fall of stocks. I don't think Mr. Cornwall understands this truth."

Haha, Cornwall laughed, but it was ironic.

"So, has Mr. Brighton bought shares in these two companies?"

"..." These words succeeded in asking the key point.

Have Brighton bought in?

Not only did he not buy, he and Arthur also made a large number of short orders. Now, all the stocks he originally borrowed were going to be worthless. He just needed to wait a little longer and use them cheaper than paper. If you buy them at a certain price and return them to the lender, you can make a lot of money.

Seeing that Brighton didn't answer his question, Cornwall didn't know that he had been tricked.

"Bryton Vincent, you tricked me, didn't you?"

"Cornwall, if you say that, it will make it look like your many years of business experience are fake. Seize opportunities and gamble to make profits. Do you want me to teach you this principle?"

Brayton put away his kind look just now, looked at Cornwall with red eyes in front of him, but he put away his previous momentum again, and said with a smile:

"Just take it as a lesson and stop your losses in time. Mr. Cornwall's family has a big business, so this little money is nothing."

It can only be said that businessmen are chasing profits, and in the face of huge profits and Vincent's guarantee, Brighton Vincent did not expect Cornwall to be so crazy.

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On the train back to Saint-Denis, Arthur was using the dagger in his hand to pick off the peel of an orange, just like peeling an orange. After slicing the skin and removing the pulp completely, he handed it to Linda who was waiting.

"Arthur, why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Linda asked while eating an orange.

Linda had already fallen asleep, but Arthur called out and asked if she wanted to stay here or go back to Saint-Denis with him. Linda, who was half asleep, got dressed without even thinking about it. , Followed Arthur on the train to Saint-Denis overnight, and only then did she wake up a little bit.

"I got a telegram from Hosea..."

Before Arthur could finish speaking, Linda interrupted anxiously:
"?Did something happen to Mr. Matthews?"

Just from Linda's nervous look, Arthur could tell that the relationship between them, old and young, was really good. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"Listen to what I have to say and don't worry about it. Hosea is fine. It's just that my hearing has been advanced."

"Hearing? What hearing?" Linda asked doubtfully.

Speaking of which, it seems that I have never told Linda about the hearing.

After briefly talking to Linda about the ins and outs of the hearing and the investigative committee, Arthur said:
"Anyway, it's just this kind of thing, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." After hearing what Arthur said, Linda was even more confused. She said in disbelief:
"According to what you said, how does this investigation committee have the face to hold another hearing?"

"Good question, I want to know too. I went back in a hurry just to see what Mr. Lucas is like."

"Mr. Lucas?" Linda asked.

Arthur smiled and put the cleaned dagger back into its sheath.

"Yes, Mr. Lucas, he told Hosea to let me get back on time. Isn't that interesting?"

Now Arthur is going back. I just hope that our Mr. Lucas will not regret what he said.

(End of this chapter)