Wall Street of the third generation chaebol

“The Canary of New York. (3) >

New York Stock Exchange.

“Will it go down?”

morning.

The square in Federal Hall was crowded with investors carrying a copy of the Wall Street Journal.

Traders from each financial institution gathered in one place to burn their cigars.

The recent sell-off of hedge funds has been a topic of discussion every time they gather.

“Of course, it must be a bull market. Hedge funds are also out of date. Japan has swallowed up a similar power like Japan, and it’s crazy to say that it’s selling.”



I spit on the floor.

They never even pointed out that they were raising the national anthem of Asians.

The Japanese archipelago was a utopia overflowing with milk and honey, and they were already blinded by the possibilities of the future.

“Listen carefully. According to Japan’s Five-Year Economic Development Plan, full-scale industrialization has already begun, and a large number of American heavy industry companies have pushed in. There are not only a few companies that have even ripped off factories.”

“Did you even tear down the factory line? Then, isn’t the production itself done within a quarter?”

“That’s right! My acquaintance is a reporter for the New York Times, so I’m covering the Japanese industrial complex, but there are already a lot of companies that completed the factory in the second quarter and started production in this quarter.”

Japan after industrialization.

And the Qing Empire in the era of warlords entering a state of civil war. A flower garden was blooming in their heads while the war special was shimmering.

“It’s not even a riot in the upper part. They say that they should sweep as much as possible. They say they’re going to die of exhaustion. They’re still buying.”

“Oh, is that the case too?”

“The stocks of the US heavy industry that have entered the Japanese market have dried up in the market. It’s unclear how to prepare them. I’m just looking at stocks that are indirectly related to gold.”

“But what if the hedge fund is right and the Black Swan?”

A young trader raised his hand.

The people who were talking with laughter changed their momentum and began to stare at him with stinging eyes.

“Do you want to keep talking about that damn hedge fund? Are there people on Wall Street who don’t know that they’re cowards? If you sell and sell like a sell-off, they’ll come to your senses and follow you.”

“Still, isn’t it a fund that is known to have some kind of relationship with the Bank of Japan?

“Do you know why a black swan is a black swan? A black swan is a black swan because it can’t happen at all! You bastard, does this young man keep talking shit like a coward?”

The atmosphere in Federal Hall quickly became gloomy.

But nevertheless, one trader was bitten to the end.

“If they throw out all the railroad stocks they own in the hedge fund, won’t there be a crash?”

“What is this bastard?”

“Think of the size of a hedge fund. If you toss 30% of their rail fund portfolio, you’re in a panic. Can’t you just throw it away!”

Federal Hall.

A trader’s voice shouting loudly as if all investors should listen. Individual investors in Federal Hall flocked around them.

Those who weren’t interested pricked up their ears and looked around.

“This stock market is a clear bubble! Japan isn’t the only one who is obsessed with tulips, but when it bursts, it won’t be a panic!”

“You don’t know this little bastard…”

Stop.

For a moment, the traders came to their senses. And looking around, individual investors in Federal Hall were listening to them.

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Oops.

It’s a pain in the ass when talking about the buying trend. They are already crying at the upper level that there are no sales, but their position is discovered when they yell at this young trader.

Because the stupid ants were hukou who had to vomit their sales for themselves.

Then their gaze changed strangely and looked down at the young trader who was grabbed by the collar.

Wasn’t this guy actually doing a show to catch individual investors?

If so, that’s a great resource.

‘…How is your face familiar?’

Traders clenched their fists and calmed their excitement.

“Yeah, you’re right. You never know when the Japanese bubble will burst. We are institutional investors, so we can survive, but individual investors are different. They should sell right away.”

“Anyway, I was thinking of selling it right away when the New York Stock Exchange opens! The market is bubbly these days!”

“Recently, the upper management has also stirred me up to sell. It’s not a riot if I fall.”

Traders at Wall Street financial institutions have begun to pressure individual investors by encouraging sell-offs.

Investors with open eyes began to be influenced by the selling volume of large funds called hedge funds and the words of institutional traders.

Is it a sale? Is today’s market a bull market?

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Organizations will have a lot of information, but if they say that, wouldn’t it actually be a huge crash?

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Oh no

But again, I don’t know.

I was gaslighting in fear.

with daughter.

“The New York Stock Exchange will open.”

When the New York Stock Exchange opened, individual investors gulped down their saliva and began to walk slowly to the New York Stock Exchange, full of thoughts of selling the securities they held in their hands.

doubt. Anxiety. worry.

Individual investors entered the New York Stock Exchange with faces engulfed in all sorts of anguish.

Doubts were still swirling in their minds as to whether it was a crash or not.

‘Should I sell?’

“Uh, uh, what is he doing!”

At the sound of an investor’s scream, his eyes were drawn to it.

widely. Kick-

At that time, the young trader from earlier started to rush into the stock exchange with the stock in his hand.

“We are selling 120 shares of the Great Northern Railroad!”

“We have received a sell order for 1,120 weeks!”

Bombs were thrown from the start.

Para la la la lak-

rumble.

The railroad owner crashed.

Sum 🤩

The air has become cheaper.

Individual investors seemed to faint at any moment in the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to turn dizzy. My heart was beating like it was going to explode.

ah please

“Pah, I have to sell it…”

“Oh no. I’ll sell first! Get out of the way!”

“Uh huh, don’t push, don’t push! Aww!”

“Don’t hold your hair! You have to sell it!”

“Move!”

have to sell

It started pouring into the market to sell. A sell-off has begun to blow. Individual investors panicked and started tossing sell orders frantically.

bubble. it’s a bubble

As one man threw a bomb and several panicked men ran, you and I broke in and it was a mess.

Druck.

Droo.

The panels sway in the wind.

The price began to fall like a waterfall.

“I get goosebumps when I get a shock.”

“Are there any purchases?”

“Keep. Those assholes. Let’s eat it with thanks.”

Wall Street Beasts.

The traders directly under him laughed at the stupid individuals and quietly placed a buy order at the window. The stock price, which fell like a waterfall, began to create support.

A battle for power between Paniccell and the buying institution has begun.

***

“As expected.”

leaned against the railing

The young trader who threw the first railroad stock suddenly went up to the second floor of the New York Stock Exchange and looked down at the floor below.

He took off his fedora hat and messed up his hair that had been turned over with wax.

“It’s a bit disappointing that I can’t recognize that I’ve changed my hair style. How did my recognition become, this?”

The young trader who threw the New York Stock Exchange into chaos.

it was me

jerk. jerk.

A middle-aged man approached him.

“Master, the buying power of institutions is increasing. It is expected that they will tie up their purchases.”

I smiled at James’ words.

“James, I changed my hairstyle and no one recognizes me. It’s a little sad.”

“Isn’t it because you grew up while you were in Japan? Besides, the master doesn’t wear a fedora hat, so there are some things that look even worse. You don’t need to worry about it that much.”

“is it?”

“At the beginning, the master doesn’t adhere to secrecy. It’s natural to not know at the trader level.”

“Is that so?”

He brushed his hair.

James sighed and shook his head and continued the report.

“More than that, Master, the speed of acquisition of institutions is no joke. I’m taking all those panic cells.”

“Haha. Yeah?”

I leisurely leaned against the railing.

He swept his nose while looking down at the organs that he thought were good from below.

“The asymmetry of information is rather suffocating them. Ants are mistaken for knowing good things they don’t know.”

“Actually, financial institutions have no choice but to have an advantage in information on the Japanese archipelago than ants. They are friendly with companies, too. At least they know more than ants.”

“That would come as a disaster. I thought it was a purchase because I thought it was advantageous for information, but it’s not true.”

The more information, the better.

Especially if you have high-quality, top-level information.

But clumsy information stabs itself in reverse.

The agencies were walking towards the abyss of Tartarus on their own feet, unaware that the information they had obtained was false.

Rather, ignorant individuals walked out of hell with blind steps.

It was as if I was shocked and possessed by the sound of my canary.

“It’s full of clumsy information. If you want reliable information, there’s no information like accounting data.”

However, institutions do not know as long as we put a lock on it.

While the ants are tossing stocks and looking for a place to live, financial institutions will laugh and pick up supplies.

Without knowing that it was the beginning of hell.

“Only the institutions are enough.”

– Sell! to sell! 30 weeks!

– Why are your hands so slow! Is this a masterpiece to prevent me from selling right now?

– Oh, no, sir. Ahh!

Woodang Tang.

The ants were panicking and pouring panic cells over and over again.

I chuckled.

“What are you doing with the ants’ snotted money. The majority of Wall Street capital is occupied by institutions. To rob them, you have to rob them even their panties.”

“Bocchan, there are still 29% of railroad shares left. What should I do?”

“Continue tossing 1% at a time. If you want to go up a bit, throw it in 5% chunks. Make the ants think it’s a panic zone. Organizations eat the quantity anyway.”

“Has confirmed.”

The panic cell on the New York Stock Exchange continued until closing time. James led his traders and hit Ohhamma whenever the stock market rose, and the New York Stock Exchange continued to flood.

Is the private sell-off gradually stopping? I wanted

“Personal stock has dropped.”

I smiled.

The stock market closed at +25% today as a pillar of fire soared in the last edition of the New York Stock Exchange. The institutions that ate all the ants made a decision and raised the price.

Para la la lak-

abruptly at the end of the chapter. As the flames of soaring raged, the ants lost their consciousness.

“Uh… uh, the price!”

“Why is my stock up 30%!”

“I’ve been fooled by the agency again! Damn it!”

Park.

The newspaper was thrown to the floor.

they don’t know

that they were saved.

Rather, the fact that the institutions had their mouths stuck on the fishing rod.

no one knew

The ant hair is finished.

Institutional traders scoffed at the ants and leisurely exited the New York Stock Exchange. In their hands, there were cases full of piles of securities.

It was the quantity that had been stolen from the ants.

“I didn’t even know it was the grave site of their friends.”

I raised the corners of my lips.

“Poor institutions.’

Beep-!

So I rang the last canary and exited the New York Stock Exchange.

***

[New York Stock Exchange, panic is fake. Saturday market closed with Dow +25%.]

[Individuals played by Wall Street. At the beginning of the chapter, the institutions laughed at the panic of panic.]

[Peter individuals. I only bite my nails while waiting for the Monday market.]

[Hedge funds, ‘Prepare for shocks.’]

[The Beasts of Wall Street. ‘You don’t have to respond to the coward’s words. Believe in yourself and invest in value.’]

-The Wall Street Journal (WSJ)

“It’s chaos.”

Sunday morning.

Carl, who was reading the newspaper, murmured.

Jason was collecting and analyzing yesterday’s stock chart as a graph.

The data of the traders who calculated the stock price in 30-minute increments provided a sufficient basis for Jason to judge.

Jason decided.

“No, it’s not chaos. It’s a well-calculated market. Hedge funds These are scary people.”

tuk.

Jason threw the chart on the desk.

There were a total of 25 mass selling that led to panic cells that day. All of those mass sales were concentrated on rail stocks.

In the first place, a short selling fund is a fund that sells shorts, and a bond fund is a fund that deals only with bonds.

Funds covered by hedge funds.

Class 0, Class S, Class A.

These three would have ended their disposition sooner. It was the wallets of high-ranking people for VIPs.

Then the remaining is the railroad fund.

“Karl, all of the volume thrown on the New York Stock Exchange on Saturday is a rail fund.

“You hit it 25 times.”

“The 25th mass selling continued to maintain a panic mood. Since the rail fund is so large, even if you toss 25 times, each one was heavy.”

A canary in a mine trying to evacuate individual investors.

And hedge funds are warning their subsidiaries again.

An emergency bell that did its best to escape.

“Karl, what about stock?”

“It’s all sold out. The railroad fund hasn’t been sold yet. Isn’t it safe to follow a hedge fund anyway? Short-selling funds and bond funds are the same.”

“Perhaps hedge funds are also being terminated one after another.”

I saw a bull market of +25% right before my eyes, and no investor would like a hedge fund that invests conservatively.

“More than that, did you find the material I was talking about?”

“The details of the railway fund? I got it from the hedge fund headquarters this morning.”

Carl held out an A4-sized brown briefcase.

tuk. After breaking the seal and pouring out papers, the thick portfolio fell.

“Portfolio of rail funds.”

“Hedge funds have released such advanced information.”

Fund portfolio information itself is not valuable.

Anyone who joined the fund could see it. Just looking at the Wall Street Journal right now, there were a lot of analysis articles on the composition of the portfolio.

However.

“It would have been difficult to obtain a portfolio that was freshly calculated yesterday.”

“Ah, come to think of it, the hedge fund said they would convert us into a related corporation. I think we’ll be splitting up a general partnership and a special partnership in the future.”

“Special partnership?”

“Uh, I think we were selected for a special partnership and handed over a portfolio of railroad funds. I think there will be more benefits in the future.”

Sudden selection of special partnerships.

Yesterday’s panic.

General partnerships with subsidiaries that have not yet come to their senses.

Jason has a sense.

“…This time, is it compensation according to the hedge fund’s instructions? It means that only special partnerships will go into special management.”

“Maybe. Let’s read it first.”

Jason read through the portfolio, suppressing his puffy chest.

“Also.”

“Jason?”

“The portfolio of railroad funds. Railroad stocks are all but sold out. I think I threw away about 30% yesterday.”

“If that big fund threw 30% of it, panic would come.”

“Am I right?”

As Jason grew triumphant, Carl chuckled and raised his hands.

“Your victory is right.”

“Look. Just listen to me-“

“But it hasn’t been confirmed as a crash zone yet. You have to watch the game until the end to know.”

“Kal has a very frustrating corner.”

Jason grumbled and continued reading the railroad fund details. The portfolio, which had varied from railway unions, regional railroads, regional railroads, and transcontinental railroads, was blank when it reached the last chapter.

Most of them were sold out.

“Well?”

bottom of the portfolio.

Something was scribbled in cursive.

– Congratulations.

“Congratulations.”

Jason reads an unknown string.

– You survived.

“You survived.”

survived

survived, man.

Jason felt the tips of his hair stand up in goosebumps.

– Dear our friend, JasonCahl Bank.

Dear our friend.

Jason Carl Bank.

– The canary is dead and soon the mine collapses.

“The canary is dead, and the mine is about to collapse.”

coal mine? what kind of coal mine is it?

Are you talking about the New York Stock Exchange?

Jason’s hands began to tremble.

The pounding could not calm my heart and read the next sentence.

– Prepare for shock.

“Prepare for shock.”

Drooling-

Jason got up slowly.

His gaze fixed on the papers, and he gestured hastily to Carl.

“···. When was the 3rd quarter earnings announcement of the Carl companies? I can’t remember all of a sudden. Look at the calendar.”

“Wait a minute.”

Flap. Flap.

As if he couldn’t remember even the knife, he pulled out his hair and flipped through the calendar, then stopped for a moment. Carl’s eyes fluttered.

“knife?”

“The earnings announcements of large companies are crowded at one time each day.”

“One o’clock one day? When is that?”

Sensing something unusual, Jason pulled up his upper body.

Carl swallowed a gulp.

Seriously with a look of disbelief.

“…..tomorrow.”

D-1.

The day before the New York Stock Exchange opened, the death sentence was dropped.

The canary who should have cried is dead.

Just waiting for the coal mine to collapse.

Jason Carl.

they realized

The fact that they had escaped from a collapsing coal mine by a single stroke.

“······Oh My God.”

dump.

Jason slumped to the floor and just shuddered.

everything carefully.

And it was carefully designed.

Detroit Morgan.

Everything was done by that one person.

“The Canary of New York. (3) > end