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Chapter 602: A grain of sand in the times (fourth update, please subscribe)

The next day, before dawn, the newspaper delivery person delivered the newspaper to every household's mailbox and front door.

A newspaper and a few bottles of milk are the first things many Nanyang people see when they open the door.

Like many people, Chen Liang has the habit of reading newspapers. Of course, he didn't need to open the door to get the newspaper himself. His wife would do it for him.

If it weren't for the lack of room, this would have been done by a servant.

However, in a few months they will move into their new home, the "dormitory" in Arthur's Rubber Plantation. Those houses were originally designed with servants' quarters in mind.

You can hire some servants when you move there. Although it is not easy to hire workers in Nanyang, after all, most people prefer to go to factories, so this is not a big deal. After all, it is possible to hire foreign workers in Nanyang - such as hiring maids from the Philippines.

In fact, Chen Liang has already planned that he will set up a company to hire maids from the Philippines. Those rich people definitely need servants, he just needs to earn some commission from them.

As soon as he finished washing up, Chen Liang walked to the dining room and drank a cup of tea first. When his wife brought breakfast to the table, he had already picked up the newspaper.

"The weather is good today..."

When picking up the newspaper, Chen Liang glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. As he said this, Chen Liang unfolded the newspaper and took a brief look. Suddenly, he screamed fiercely.

"This, this...how can this be possible!"

Chen Liang let out a sharp roar and suddenly sat down again. There was only one thought left in his mind - I'm done!

"It's over, it's over..."

Those eyes like dead fish were staring at the newspaper, and there was only a piece of news written in the newspaper - Washington believed that Nanyang had nothing to do with Nazi gold.

As for the content of the news, it is very simple. The White House spokesperson declared that "based on the evidence currently available, there is no evidence to prove that Nazi gold exists in Southeast Asia!".

"We believe that the investigation team of the Three-Country Gold Return Commission should issue a report as soon as possible..."

it's over...

It's really over now!

Just then the phone rang, and the harsh ringing echoed in the room, but Chen Liang just sat there with a pale face.

……

In the hall of the gold exchange, the price of gold kept falling like a heavy stone. The market, which was originally full of excitement and hustle and bustle, is now filled with a heavy atmosphere.

The familiar excitement and expectation can no longer be seen on the faces of those speculators who were excited to eat "shark fin rice with rice" yesterday. Instead, they are replaced by deep worry and panic.

They sat in front of the trading desk, staring closely at the price trends on the blackboard, and their hearts were filled with helplessness and despair. Those investors who were once confident are now like boats swept away by the storm, teetering on the edge with nowhere to escape. Their faces were pale, their fingers were trembling, and they kept refreshing the screen, hoping to see a price rebound in the next moment.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the hall, as if even the air was frozen. The tragic situation of investors is like a vivid picture, displayed in front of everyone's eyes. Some of them frowned, some gnashed their teeth, some bowed their heads in thought, and some sighed repeatedly. Their mood, like the falling gold price, is gloomy.

At this moment, the gold exchange is no longer a money-making machine in their eyes, but a bottomless pit that swallows up their wealth. Their hopes and dreams are shattered in this ruthless market. Their tragic situation is a testimony to the ruthlessness of the market and the price of their blind pursuit of profits.

"Damn it, you American devils deserve to be stabbed a thousand times..."

Suddenly, I don’t know who cursed, and for a while the hall was full of curses. Everyone blamed the collapse of gold prices on the Americans.

If Americans had not supported the committee's investigation, how could the price of gold in Nanyang have risen, and how could they have seen the opportunity for speculation?
And now, the damn Americans actually said something else - Nanyang is innocent.

Doesn’t this cost their lives?
The price of gold collapsed!

A thousand miles away!
Those who added leverage and bought physical gold have all fallen into deep despair. Some people who were still planning to buy a luxury house there yesterday have even started to make appointments to choose that building. .

The capital market has always been so cruel. Some people lose and some win.

While some people went to the rooftop, others celebrated their profits there. …

"Cherish life and stay away from speculation..."

When he put down the phone, Li Yian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief...

Well, it’s finally over!

With the plummeting price of gold on the gold exchange, this gamble between speculators and bookmakers is finally over.

The result is destined - at the expense of speculators taking to the rooftops.

Although some people will jump off the building, Li Yian has no sympathy for those people, because... this is capital!

When they choose to engage in capital speculation games, they must pay the price for their actions.

"If you want to bet on Nanyang's national destiny, you are still far away..."

In fact, what annoys Li Yi'an the most in this matter is not speculation, but those speculators betting on the national destiny of Nanyang. It seems that to them, the national destiny is not as important as the country at all. This is the most naked side of capital. !
In front of capital, there is no country, only interests and money!

What if they win the bet?

Fortunately, the final winner is myself!
Although Li Yian knew the result, he didn't expect that the harvest would end in another way - with assistance from the United States!

"Harry..."

Shaking his head slightly, Li Yian did not continue. In fact, he did not have any anger about Harry's choice.

What about old friends?
In Washington, the game has its own rules. For politicians, they first consider their own political interests, and then others. Anyone who can achieve that position will never be swayed by emotions. They will give certain rewards to their friends, but when their friends may become a burden, they will immediately abandon their pawns to save their commander.

Why is Truman now siding with Nanyang? To put it bluntly, it is not only the relationship between the two, but also involves interests-gold!
Neither the financial officials in Washington nor the financiers on Wall Street would tolerate anyone harming the "international trade delivery system" they had finally formulated with New York delivery as the core. Therefore, when gold began to be extracted from Nanyang, Truman This matter must be addressed.

"This is politics!"

With a cold smile, Li Yian said softly.

"Old friend, I understand you this time, but I won't agree without some compensation!"

What compensation do you want?

If not
The corners of Li Yian's mouth raised slightly, and the smile on his face became brighter.
Just when Li Yi'an was planning to get some more benefits from Truman, tens of thousands of kilometers away in Washington, in the Oval Office of the White House, Truman, who was reading the report, suddenly sneezed.

"Ah..."

After pinching his nose and glancing at the window, Truman said to himself in confusion.

"The window is closed. What's going on? Do you have a cold?"

While talking to himself, Truman turned his attention to the documents again. While he was giving instructions, suddenly, the midnight bell rang in the office. When the bell rang, Truman glanced at the radio produced by The Nanyang cuckoo-style wall clock was a gift given to him by Li Yi'an during his last visit. Looking at the cuckoo with its head sticking out and the hour hand pointing to 12 o'clock, Truman turned his attention to the calendar on his desk.

On the 31th.

It’s the last day of May,

So Truman reached out and tore off a calendar and said to himself.

"It's June..."

(End of this chapter)