1928: The Rise of Giants

U.S. stocks remained strong on September 9.

Thousands of people gathered inside and outside the New York Stock Exchange, trading stocks like crazy, ignoring the Dow Jones Index, which continued to suffer setbacks.

As long as the stocks in your hands will rise, what if the market falls?

Nowadays, the stock market is endorsed by many economists and tycoons. If the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. Even if we can't hold it back, we will crush them to death first. What are we afraid of?

Coerced by this mentality, waves of hot money poured into the New York Stock Exchange, making the trading department staff smile.

Liu Xuenong, who has been living in a nearby apartment these days and keeps an eye on the stock market, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The bull market is back.

At the closing price on the afternoon of September 9, although the Dow Jones index fell to around 20 points, all the mid- to high-priced stocks he bought were rising, except for Hartree's stock.

It fell to $49.2 per share today.

But it doesn't matter.

"According to the current growth rate, the profits brought by those high-priced stocks and mid-priced stocks are enough for me to settle my account. As for the US$1919 million in equity, it will always come back slowly if it is placed in Hartree Company for a long time. The stock market is so good. Don’t worry at all.”

Because he made new money, Liu Xuenong became more convinced of his judgment.

Withdrawing capital from Hartley Company at this time, he would not be able to achieve the amazing achievements of Huixin.

If a fledgling trader wants to become famous in the industry, he must have a transaction that can be recorded in history!

As the crowd gradually dispersed from the New York Stock Exchange, Liu Xuenong, who was sitting on the second floor watching, was also preparing to leave.

When he arrived at the trading floor, he suddenly found many speculators crowded at the door, and noisy and boiling sounds kept coming, which was very strange.

In the past, these thrill-seeking speculators would leave the New York Stock Exchange in droves once the market closed and go to bars, clubs and other places to soothe their nerves, not wanting to stay here at all.

Available today.

"What's going on, sir?" Liu Xuenong said and squeezed out a few steps.

His Chinese face is a negative point here. As soon as many people see his appearance, they immediately put on an arrogant expression and are too lazy to communicate with you.

Several white people cursed and ignored Liu Xuenong.

He was furious.

What if you become the vice president of Hongxing United Group?

As long as you have this face, as long as you can't really squeeze into the upper class of the United States, as long as you don't have opportunities like Huixin, no matter how rich you are, you still have to look at the white ghost guy's face!

He doesn't want to do this!

"Get away!" Liu Xuenong pushed hard.

The tall white men suddenly surrounded him. They began to say ugly words and made big movements with their hands.

Clearly, they were pissed off.

Liu Xuenong came to his senses after seeing the expressions on the ghost guys' faces as they were pushed to the back.

He recalled playing behind a broken wooden door as a child, and then witnessing his mother being pushed to the ground by several white men through the small hole in the door.

Mother's slender legs were lifted high like trophies, and the obscene words and impact sounds lingered in her mind.

"Fuck!" Liu Xuenong cursed, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, but his legs involuntarily took many steps back.

He was scared.

However, the tall white man pushed even further, drawing his gun and approaching, but was suddenly kicked down by the man in black who rushed in from behind.

The trading floor was filled with exclamations and noises.

"What's going on?" Liu Xuenong, who retreated into the crowd, was even more confused.

Then he caught a glimpse of a bunch of ghost guys in black trench coats rushing into the exchange, even followed by police.

It was these people who blocked the door, preventing a large number of speculators from leaving the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange.

Liu Xuenong didn't realize it until he saw the "Investigation Bureau" logo on the chests of the black windbreakers.

These people are not ordinary police officers, but federal investigators from Washington.

The hands began to tremble slightly.

A voice told him.

"The great deal you asked for that will go down in history is here."

"We are federal detectives from the Bureau of Investigation in Washington. We are investigating the New York Stock Exchange's trading department's suspected illegal approval of the company's listing in accordance with the law. Please do not stop us from handling the case."

The tall white police detective roared in the lobby.

The so-called Bureau of Investigation was officially renamed the FBI on July 1935, 7.

These people were the predecessors of the FBI that often appeared in American TV series and movies in later generations. Under normal circumstances, the FBI's main task is to investigate crimes that violate federal laws, such as theft, robbery, illegal use of land, etc.

Financial and economic cases are rarely involved.

But people from the investigation bureau were dispatched, indicating that there was a high probability that high-level officials from the trading department were involved.

The problem is still very serious.

Liu Xuenong felt even worse.

"Hey, isn't it someone in the trading department who is embezzling our equity?" a speculator asked loudly.

All they see is money.

The detectives glanced at the frenzied speculators.

In the past, such provocative inquiries would only be met with vicious rifle butt attacks.

But at this time, the detectives made no move.

The police detective closest to Liu Xuenong looked at the speculators with pity.

Then a sentence popped out.

"Hartley Company is suspected of illegal listing and has declared bankruptcy in the UK, but the New York Stock Exchange continues to operate stocks for it."

This simple sentence was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the minds of Liu Xuenong and a group of speculators.

Hartree Company went bankrupt?

Suspected of illegal listing?

Declared bankrupt in the UK?

One sentence after another, like a heavy hammer, hit Liu Xuenong's heart.

If it goes bankrupt, it means it is finished in the UK, so on the New York Stock Exchange

No, not on the New York Stock Exchange anymore.

Because it will be officially delisted tomorrow.

"1919" Liu Xuenong's eyes widened.

Suddenly, the sound of father polishing shoes, mother's feet being lifted high, sister Huixin's plump and attractive figure, and frivolous and alluring red lips flashed before her eyes.

Then they converge into inexplicable English words.

Hartree Company, Hartree Company, Hartree Company.

boom!

The young Chinese man's fainting startled the police detectives. They almost thought that it was some crazy speculators who were shooting to cause chaos, and their hands touched the firearms in the holsters.

"Quick, quick, call for an ambulance!"

"Be careful, keep an eye on them, especially those who are emotional!"

"Rooftop, rooftop, urgently block the road leading to the rooftop from the New York Stock Exchange."

"The remaining people follow me to the trading department, don't let anyone escape."

A mess of shouts, cries, and laughter intertwined together.

But Liu Xuenong heard nothing.

Outside the New York Stock Exchange, Livermore's car was turned away by a large number of black Ford police cars shortly after it arrived.

He was in the car and asked his secretary to get out of the car to find out what was going on.

After a while, the tall blond female secretary twisted her slender waist, holding high heels in both hands, and ran back quickly without grace. She slapped the car window and shouted excitedly: "Boss, boss! This is Hartree Company, Hartree Company. Announcement bankrupted!"

"Pay attention to Hartree's stock. Maybe this is a good opportunity."

Ye Luo's voice echoed in his mind.

Only then did Livermore realize what opportunity he was talking about.

He rolled up the car window as fast as he could, and before he even had time to let his secretary get in, he shouted to the driver to go to the headquarters of the New York Times.

Big news!

This is great news!

What could be better than stirring up the storm at this time and making U.S. stocks a mess?

"Our time has come!" Livermore clenched his fists hard. (End of chapter)