1855 United States Tycoon

"Hey, Ding Ding! Long time no see!" Walking on the streets of New York, Ding Ding suddenly heard a voice yelling at him from behind. He looked back and saw that it was Vito Corleone, an old acquaintance he had met in Alaska. Back then, Tintin also joined Vito's almost gangster organization. Later, based on this process, he wrote a long report called "Blood Reward-The Golden Gang".

According to the general view, such a reporter came in in the own team, and finally wrote such a thing, Vito should hate Ding Dingzhi penetrates the bone. But this is not the case. Firstly, because Tintin did not write Vito and their real names; secondly, well, this is more important. In Tintin’s report, these gangsters were not vilified, but instead admitted that in Alaska, these so-called “gangsters” at least Provide basic order and safety for gold prospectors. And in this report, Tintin even wrote Vito quite generously and impartially, quite a bit of a modern Robin Hood taste. Let Vito watch it very happy. It is said that Vito has only one dissatisfaction with this long report, and that is that instead of using his real name in this report, he used a pseudonym called "Yasen". So when Vito brags to others, he needs to emphasize that I am the Yasen in "Blood Reward-The Golden Gang". At this time, many people will say: "Drink two glasses less, don't brag."

"Really, I know that reporter named Tintin, we are buddies!" Vito said seriously.

"Hey! Boss! Are you here in New York now?" Ding Ding asked. At the same time, Milu also remembered this guy, rushed over, and climbed up along his trouser legs.

"Hey! Milu, don't be too enthusiastic... Damn! I just washed my face... you naughty dog!" Vito pushed Milu away hard to prevent his tongue from licking his face. Said to Tintin: "I am a person who can’t stay idle. Although I have made a lot of money in Alaska, I just can’t be a farmer honestly. It’s still more lively and interesting in big cities, so I went to New York is here." Vito said with a smile, "And most of the brothers in our'gangsters' are not used to being honest farmers anymore. Basically, they are all here, but without Ador's. Bearded. Although that guy has a stinky mouth, he misses him a little bit without him."

"What the beard is doing now, do you know?" Ding Ding asked.

"I heard that I bought a boat and went as the captain. It seems to be a smuggling business in the Caribbean Sea, selling cigars from Cuba, and then selling weapons, drugs, etc. to the Cuban resistance organization. Well, Ding Ding, you If there is nothing to write about, go there to find Beard and walk around with him, and you will be able to write a good thing. Honestly, if it weren’t for seasickness, I would have smuggled with Beard. Since I finally came across, I know there is a bar over there, which is not bad, and the chicks in it are hot enough. Well, his boss is the dead face of Hannibal. Shall we go sit and sit together?" Vito said.

Hearing what Vito said, Tintin remembered that after they had made a fortune in Alaska, they were on the way back to San Francisco by boat together.

"It's Sunday anyway, and I have nothing to do." Ding Ding said, "Let's go and talk."

The two of them walked forward together, around a corner, and there was a bar, and the two of them walked in together.

"Hi, Boss Corleone, why are you here? And who is this handsome little brother?" As soon as she entered the door, a barely dressed and hot barmaid greeted her. She twisted her waist like a water snake and wrapped it around Vito.

"Mary, go get the dead man's face out, we have an old friend here, and give me a quieter place." Vito stretched out his hand and twisted the ass of the waitress named Mary and said.

Mary took them and sat down at a table by the window, poured them a glass of rum, and then left to find Hannibal.

"Then boss, what are you doing now?" Ding Ding asked, taking a sip of wine.

"I opened a small pizza shop in New York, and the business is okay. In addition, I also help Beard sell those smuggled Havana cigars. In addition, there are some less formal transactions. Well, now Railway stocks seem to be very profitable, and I bought some." Vito said with a smile.

"Well, you are investing in railway stocks?" Ding Ding asked.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Vito asked when Tintin's expression seemed a bit wrong.

"Ah." Ding Ding was about to say, and saw a person walking over.

"Hannibal, it's nice to see you," Tintin said.

"Well, if Ador could be here, that would be even better. Would you like a cigar sold by the captain?" Hannibal said as he dragged a chair over and sat down.

"Ding Ding, you are well informed, what did you just want to say? Is there any problem with the railway stocks?" Vito did not forget the topic just now.

"Railway stocks? Tintin, do you have inside information?" At this moment, even Hannibal, the dead face who has never been very talkative, was moved. Obviously, he also invested money there.

Ding Ding looked around, then lowered his voice: "Everyone, now I'm talking to you, don't go out and talk nonsense. Can it be done?"

"No problem!" Vito said.

"I'm fine." Hannibal also said. At the same time, they all realized that there might be big problems.

"Just two days ago, a colleague of mine who was doing business reporting told me,'If you have railway-related stocks in your hands, you should dispose of them as soon as possible.' He told me that most of the railways are not profitable now. Possibly, their stock prices have been artificially raised, just like the tulips in Holland back then."

"What is a Dutch tulip?" Hannibal asked, apparently he didn't know anything about the stories in financial history.

"In the seventeenth century, the price of tulip bulbs in the Netherlands suddenly rose, and at one time it rose to the point where each bulb was worth thousands of guilders. Everyone wanted to go crazy and buy it without thinking about it. Why is this thing worth so much money? Then one day, overnight, the price of this thing fell from a few thousand guilders to a few guilders. A large number of people lost their lives, and it was said that there were several that night. Thousands of people jumped into the Amstel River." Tintin replied.

"God!" Vito said. Although Vito himself had done a lot of murder and arson, such a catastrophic incident still scared him. "Wait, Tintin, you mean..."

"At least three-quarters of the capacity of the passenger railway is vacant. Freight, have you heard of it? To transport a wagon of cows to a hundred kilometers away, the freight only costs one dollar."

"Then why is there still good news in the newspaper, why now..." Vito asked reflexively, but he immediately realized how naive his question was, so Hei said with a little embarrassment, "Ding Ding, you Does it mean that the newspaper is deliberately suppressing these news?"

"This kind of news is really difficult to publish in newspapers. Now the volume is very large, my friend told me, this may be the last madness. The stock price may go up for a while, but it is very dangerous, because you simply It’s impossible to know those people... Oh, I mean you can’t guess when it will collapse like an avalanche. I suggest that you withdraw as soon as possible. The money in your pocket is the real money. Don’t forget the last time. The oil wave."

Vito thought for a while, raised the wine glass in his hand to Ding Ding, and said, "Thank you, Ding Ding. You must be sent by God."

"Boss, do you plan to withdraw the funds?" Ding Ding asked.

"I've made a lot of money." Vito said, "I plan to realize all of it first. To be honest, I have made two hundred percent of the profit here. Then I will take half of the money out of it. One risk, go short. Hannibal, what are you going to do?"

"Boss, I plan to turn it all into money directly and deposit it in McDonald's Bank." Hannibal replied.

"Well, boss, Hannibal. What we mentioned today, don't say anything except our brothers back then. The water inside is very deep, and the big crocodile in the water is not something that a small shrimp like us can mess with. "Ding Ding emphasized again.

"I understand." Vito said, "Thank you for telling me the news."

"I won't talk nonsense. I want to live a few more years," Hannibal replied.

...

Early the next morning, Vito and Hannibal went to the stock market and sold all of their rail-related stocks.

However, in the following month, there has been no major change in the stock market. The stock price did have a decline for a while, but this decline looked more like a decline in the entire market, and the next day, it immediately resumed growth. Even sometimes the stock price will fluctuate repeatedly in a certain position, but in general, the stock price is still rising.

"Boss, do you think Tintin is reliable? If we hadn't quit, we would have made a lot more now." Hannibal asked.

"I think Ding Ding is still trustworthy. He will not talk nonsense. And I also sent a telegram to some friends in other cities to learn about the railway transportation situation from them. The situation is no different from what Ding Ding said. Therefore, the railway stocks crashed. It’s just a matter of time. Have you ever experienced the last oil wave?"

"Boss, I'm a new immigrant, I didn't catch up with that stuff." Hannibal said.

"No wonder you still have such thoughts. Last time... hey, how could I venture to Alaska if it weren't for the oil wave? Don't worry, maybe it will crash tomorrow."

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