The Pentium Era - South to North

Dinner was booked at the newly opened Sanmao Hotel. The hotel's business was very good. The reservation lady told Ren Rongrong on the phone, "Miss Ren, if you insist on having a private room instead of sitting in the lobby, you may have to arrange it until eight o'clock in the evening." After the bell.

Ren Rongrong said yes, I must have a private room. It doesn't matter if it's eight o'clock, it's fine at eight-thirty.

"Okay, Miss Ren, if there is a seat in advance, can I call you?" the ordering lady said.

Ren Rongrong said yes, thank you.

At 6:30 in the evening, Meng Ping was still in the underground parking lot. He had just woken up. He had slept for a long time. Chen Yaqin called Meng Ping and told him, you can come up now. Lao Ni has left. .

Meng Ping then went upstairs, and when he arrived at Ren Rongrong's office, Meng Ping cursed: "What a world, asking for a meal is like a thief."

Ren Rongrong and Chen Yaqin laughed. Chen Yaqin said, the door here is always open to you. It's you who dare not come up. In fact, it doesn't matter if you come up. If Lao Ni sees it, he won't say anything. He himself Too busy.

The word "busy" was mentioned again. This "busy" has a specific meaning. Meng Ping thought that it was probably related to Jiaojiao. It seemed that Lao Ni's flowers had been spent a bit blatantly.

"You haven't called from the hotel yet?"

Meng Ping asked Ren Rongrong, and Ren Rongrong said no, you lost, get the money quickly.

Meng Ping took out a note of 100 yuan and gave it to her. Ren Rongrong took it with her right hand and handed it to Baojuan with her left hand, telling her to buy fruit tomorrow.

Ren Rongrong called Meng Ping earlier and told Meng Ping that the hotel business was very good and that she had to turn over the table to get her turn. Meng Ping laughed at her and said, "You have been deceived. This is just a gimmick of the hotel. They will definitely call before 6:30." When you called, Ren Rongrong said it was impossible. The two of them were on the phone, and they immediately bet a hundred yuan within the limit of 6:30. It was already past 6:30, and they were willing to admit defeat.

Ren Rongrong and Chen Yaqin were in the office, discussing crude oil futures. They both said that crude oil futures had been lying there for a long time, and there seemed to be no possibility of raising their heads. Meng Ping sat there and listened, half-understanding. .

Around 7:40, Ren Rongrong's phone rang. It was from the New Sanmao Hotel, telling her that a private room has been paid for and you can come over now.

The six of them hurried downstairs. It was still rush hour at this time and it was difficult to get a car outside. Meng Ping said, squeeze, squeeze, you are all as thin as loaches. If you can squeeze in, just one car will go by. .

Chen Yaqin sat in the passenger seat. Ren Rongrong and three other people squeezed into the back row. Ma Li stacked on top of Ren Rongrong and Baojuan. Ren Rongrong shouted, "It's okay to go, but it's definitely not okay to come back after eating."

When they arrived at the New Sanmao Hotel, it was already eight o'clock. They took the elevator to the third floor. The supervisor was waiting for them at the elevator entrance and told them, sorry, sorry, the guest in that room had indeed left half an hour ago. Pay the order, but after they finished selling the order, they still sat and continued chatting. We can't chase them away, so please wait a little longer.

They had no choice but to wait in the rest area for ten minutes, but the person in the box still didn't leave, but the people in another box left. The supervisor immediately arranged for someone to clean the box, and after changing the tablecloth, invited them in.

There was still a strong smell of alcohol in the box. Meng Ping sniffed and said, yes, it was still Wuliangye.

The supervisor chuckled, "Sir, you are so awesome. What they drank was really Wuliangye."

"Then give me some Wuliangye, and I'll keep drinking it with them," Meng Ping said.

The supervisor smiled and said, OK.

Ren Rongrong, Chen Yaqin and the others looked at Meng Ping and laughed wildly.

They were in the box. It was almost nine o'clock when they ate. Meng Ping's cell phone rang. He looked at it and saw that it was Liu Ligan. He quickly picked it up. As soon as the call came through, Liu Ligan laughed and shouted on the phone. :

"Lao Meng, Lao Meng, big news, the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York was hit by a plane."

"No way, who did you listen to?" Meng Ping asked.

"The news, what happened just now is on TV."

Meng Ping quickly shouted to Ren Rongrong: "Quickly, turn on the TV. The pole said that the World Trade Center in New York was hit by a plane."

The World Trade Center is almost synonymous with New York. As long as you see the two vertical twin towers on TV, you will know that this is New York and Manhattan. For those of them who are engaged in real estate, it is even more difficult for any real estate developer. I didn’t expect that one day I would be able to build a building as influential as the World Trade Center.

How many houses and buildings across the country are named after the World Trade Center and Manhattan.

Ren Rongrong pressed the remote control and searched the TV. At around 8:50 in the evening, all the TV channels were either broadcasting the subtitles at the end of the TV series or advertising. Where would there be news? CCTV's hourly news. Then It’s not until nine o’clock too.

Ren Rongrong looked at Meng Ping and shook his head.

Meng Ping asked: "Gangzi, where is the news? Where did you see it?"

"I'm in Zhang Chen's office. We're watching CNN. What just happened. We bumped into each other at 8:46. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I..."

"What's wrong, pole?" Meng Ping shouted.

"Another one, Lao Meng, another one, holy shit, the south tower was also knocked down! Haha, Lao Meng, it's still real, both buildings are filled with thick smoke, like two big chimneys!" Liu Li Rod shouted.

At this time, CCTV also began to broadcast major news. Meng Ping and the others saw on TV that Building 1 of the World Trade Center, the North Tower, was hit by a plane. The scene was shocking. It was obvious that it was not a plane. It's a small plane, but it should be a commercial airliner.

CCTV has not continued to broadcast the report of the impact on Building 2, but Liu Ligan has already told them. Due to their professional sensitivity, Ren Rongrong and Chen Yaqin immediately knew that this was a major emergency affecting the world's financial markets. It's New York, it's Manhattan, and what happened was the World Trade Center. The impact can be imagined.

"Where can I watch CNN?" Chen Yaqin asked Meng Ping.

Meng Ping originally wanted to say Zhang Chen's office, but then he remembered, he said that in my room, the TV in my room in the International Building can watch CNN.

Ren Rongrong stood up immediately and told Baojuan, you pay the bill. After buying it, go back to the office and let's go.

Meng Ping said yes, he took out his wallet, threw it to Baojuan and said, come on, buy it with my money.

The three people ran out immediately.

They arrived at the International Building, took the elevator upstairs, went to Meng Ping's room, and turned on the TV. At this time, not only CNN, but almost all TVs around the world, from Phoenix TV in Hong Kong to NHK in Japan, to Sky TV in the UK, were playing This news.

They still tuned the TV to CNN, since that was the source after all.

The latest picture on TV was no longer the World Trade Center, but just now, at 9:37, just as they were going upstairs, the third plane crashed into the Pentagon, and one of the Pentagon's pentagons was knocked off. Corner, thick smoke billowing.

"I'm going!" Meng Ping shouted, "This is definitely not an accident. This is planned and premeditated. Someone is declaring war on the United States!"

Ren Rongrong picked up the phone and immediately called Baojuan and asked her, where are you? Baojuan said, we just went downstairs and were waiting for the bus at the entrance of Xinsanmao.

Ren Rongrong was furious and cursed: "Why are you so lazy? What are you doing for food? When you get to the office, open the external disk immediately and tell me the situation!"

After Ren Rongrong cursed, she threw her phone on the bed. She saw Meng Ping and Chen Yaqin looking at her in surprise. She shook her head, looked at her watch and said, at this time, the foreign exchange and stock futures markets in New York had just closed. The market is opening and there is going to be an earthquake, so they still have time to wait.

Meng Ping and Chen Yaqin nodded, understanding why she was so angry.

Meng Ping said: "Rongrong, what you said reminds me why we chose this time. Those who launched the attack knew that this time would have the greatest impact."

"Well done, yes, Lao Meng, your intuition is very good!"

Ren Rongrong walked around the room. She told Chen Yaqin that it was over. The U.S. dollar must have suffered a heavy loss. Fortunately, our position was not large. The Japanese yen should rise and we could make up for some losses. Unfortunately, we did not do gold. This wave of gold will definitely rise sharply.

"Look, look!" Meng Ping shouted loudly.

Ren Rongrong and Chen Yaqin quickly turned to watch the TV. On the TV, Building 2 of the World Trade Center began to collapse, from top to bottom, one section at a time. The three of them were stunned. They didn't expect that the building that looked so upright would... By this time, he was so fragile, he was really like dregs of tofu.

Ren Rongrong's phone rang, and she quickly pressed the speakerphone. Baojuan's breathless voice came from the phone:

"Sister Ren, the circuit breaker is over. The circuit breaker is over. The US financial market has activated the risk circuit breaker mechanism. All markets have been closed and will open in a week."

"Looking at the foreign exchange market, is the dollar falling?"

"Yes, it is falling, but the trading volume is not large."

The New York market has shut down, and the European market has just closed. Of course, the trading volume at this time is not large. The first wave will have to wait for the Wellington and Tokyo markets tomorrow morning.

"Smooth out all our dollars."

"Sister Ren, are they all flat?"

"Yes, flatten them all." Ren Rongrong said.

"For gold and crude oil, the United States is closed, and it depends on London's opening." Chen Yaqin said.

"It must have all surged." Ren Rongrong said.

After another half an hour, Building 1 of the World Trade Center began to collapse. They stared at the TV and watched as the building disappeared. The blue sky behind seemed to suddenly become wider. With the huge The dust mist spread, and the thick smoke from the building disappeared. The sky in the background seemed to be getting bluer and bluer. They all thought of one word, ashes.

The scene faded to a corner of the TV, and what followed was a miserable rescue scene. Those unkempt people cried bitterly at the camera, and some kept calling God.

Many experts were cut into the TV screen. They and Meng Ping had the same judgment. They all said that this was a terrorist attack. It was a terrorist attack launched by countries and terrorists in the Middle East against the United States. It is currently targeting other countries. Unknown, but mentioned repeatedly, are Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Ren Rongrong picked up her mobile phone and said to Chen Yaqin, let's go to the office.

Chen Yaqin asked Meng Ping: "Are you going with us?"

Meng Ping said of course, how could I be absent at this time.

This day is September 12, 2001, September 11, 2001, American time.

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