Chicago 1990

The first thousand three hundred and sixty-seventh chapter, the situation is not right

April 12th, noon.

The video light on the scene of the knife-edge warrior's aggressive interview just went out, and the smile on Song Ya's face immediately disappeared. After a brief exchange with the host, he put his hands behind his back and walked out with a black face.

Halle followed.

All the way back to Highland Park, the couple rushed straight to the study, "What to do!? What to do?" Hallie wailed loudly when she saw the k-line on the screen that was as straight as before departure in the morning, "Are you going to sell it? Do you want to sell it? ?"

Beginning on Monday the 10th, Nasdaq has fallen for two consecutive days. Before the two went out this morning, the index was still at 4055. When they returned at noon, they had fallen below 4000 and reached 3889, which was even worse than the previous two days and was lifeless. .

"Look at how much Yahoo." Song Ya said.

"People don't dare to look..." Halle slumped in front of the Bloomberg machine and panted.

"Oh, you avoid it!"

Rubbish, Song Ya arched her aside impatiently, grabbed her chair, crackled and hit the keyboard, "Huh!" He took a breath, and the market value of yahoo fell to the 80 billion range, from high. The 130 billion points have fallen by one-third.

In other words, in the past four months, my wealth has shrunk by 1.2 billion in yahoo...

1.2 billion...Knife!

Ahhhhhhh!

Song Ya's hands were weak and her heart was broken.

"Did I suggest you sell it?" Hallie, who was slowing down, was still playing assassin in her ears.

"you shut up!"

Nuan Nan was too lazy to be warm, and shut her up with a scream. Song Ya rose up and Yu Yong to inquire about other heavy storage technology network stocks. Fortunately, Cisco, Sun, HP, Aol Time Warner, etc. did not fall too much. Microsoft didn't fall too much, but he sold it.

Those weak Internet stocks that had been liquidated before fled to a higher point. This part happened to have fallen the most recently. The stock prices of several stocks plummeted below ten dollars. Unfortunately, the bulk of the funds are not here, and there are no fewer losses. money.

Last year's stock king Qualcomm fell very badly, but that has nothing to do with me.

"Huh..." Song Ya's expression was slightly awkward.

"Why don't you look at your own company?" Halee found the blind spot.

Litman Media, Amerika Music Website, Opendiary Website, and CrimeReads Sites fell across the board. Among them, Amerika Music and crimereads novels fell the hardest, and the Opendiary dwarf generals performed better.

Recently, due to a general election year on News Channel and a street dance competition on ace on the integrated entertainment channel to drive ratings and subscriptions, Litman Media’s stock price has been rising, but dragged down by the above-mentioned related companies, today’s half-day decline is not small.

Only 3dfx rose by about three points after the voodoo5 chip disclosed technical indicators and announced good news for the second half of the year.

"Oh my god!"

Song Ya closed her eyes and mentally calculated, just for this part, hundreds of millions of fortune had evaporated in half a day, and Hallie was still frantically stimulating her eardrums beside her.

"Don't make a noise..."

With an uncomfortable murmur in his throat, Song Ya continued to inquire about other related stocks. At the beginning of this year, China Concept Internet stocks that had been listed in the United States also plummeted. Juniper in a+ venture capital is good, and it is rising against the market. Medical websites were not affected too much. DTS, which has been holding for many years, and Palm's parent company, U.S. Robotics, saw little decline.

It's okay, it still seems to continue the process of squeezing the bubble in the Internet sector last month? He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just a technical adjustment, what's the panic!" He glanced at the woman screaming beside him, his net worth shrank and his personal settings could not be destroyed.

"Is this still a technical adjustment?"

Having been with him for many years and studying the stocks for many years, Hallie has become more and more aware of the man’s falsity and reality, and even dared to talk back, "Go to law school! I’ve been busy all day long, I have hardly seen you pay attention to it. In the stock market, Warren Buffett clearly warned at the end of last year, but you would not listen. If we ship the goods at the end of last year, I don’t know how comfortable it is now..."

"You know what a shit! What I am doing is long-term value investment. What do you mean by the rise and fall of the moment? Did you listen to me and didn't make any money? You used to watch the market every day, but the result was not harvested?" Song Ya angrily scolded.

"You know what a shit!"

"You know what a shit!"

There was a fierce quarrel, and the stock broker O'Grady pushed in with a briefcase with a gray face, "aplus, the situation today seems to be a bit wrong..."

"Yeah." Song Ya promised listlessly, "Go out, let's go out, you go out first." Just in time, Hallie was sent out.

Hallie pouted and left slowly.

"Do you want to continue to sell some shares? We don’t think there will be any good news in the Internet concept sector in the near future. In terms of fundamentals... I really can’t talk about fundamentals anymore. In short, I estimate that it will fall for some time. If you run...it's not too late."

O'Grady suggested again.

"How do I run, so yahoo in my hand..."

"Why don't you answer the phone? I'm looking for you..." Sloan also rushed in on the back foot, "Jim." She handed the phone over, "Jim."

"Hey, Jim." Song Ya answered Jim Clark's call.

"Haha, aplus." The aol Time Warner that this guy traded with Netscape in his hand and the medical website he invested in are very resistant, and his cheerful tone is very annoying. "Why don't you answer the phone in the morning because of Nasdaq?"

"What happened to NASDAQ? I was in the recording studio this morning and my phone was off." Song Ya insisted.

"Wow, I really admire your Dingli aplus, pay attention to the stock." Jim Clark said.

"Ok." Song Ya deliberately made the keyboard beep, and said after half a minute: "Uh, it seems a bit bad today..."

"Hey..."

You hey your mother! m-fxxk! "What? Is something Jim?" Song Ya suppressed his anger, pretending to be relaxed.

"Oh, I want to ask you, Mr. Governor of Illinois, what is going on? Are you still not withdrawing? It seems that the primary debate is more than a month away."

Jim Clark and their group of Silicon Valley tycoons firmly supported Al Gore in this year’s election, but they never crossed the line to talk to themselves about Peter, "I heard you have a little influence on him?"

"What influence can I have, am I the same as you? Last time the deputy commander was born in San Francisco and sang at the election rally, aren't you all present?" Song Ya retorted silently.

"Emmm..."

Jim Clark pretended to ponder for a while, "I know, but... forget it, your governor should know the current affairs anyway, ok, I just wanted to ask about this when I called."

"baffling!"

Song Ya hung up and complained, and Sloan urged others who couldn't find him to call back in the morning.

Basically, when Xue Linfen and his ex-wife and family were in a coma after the shooting, the details of her stock allocation were leaked out. The outside world has been using that data to speculate on her wealth situation in recent years, just in time for the big bull market. The shareholding information of big hot companies such as Yahoo has become more and more popular as their wealth has skyrocketed, and many investors have followed suit one after another and followed to buy.

Song Ya knew this in his heart, but only today did he know that many acquaintances are also quietly buying. He used to make a fortune with his muffled voices. If things were wrong today, he jumped out to inquire about the news.

"Mr. Sutton? Did you buy it too? And the New York Minority Fund?"

It was the old man Parcy Sutton of the Manhattan Gang, "When did it happen? The end of last year? You...oh, why don't you tell me... a lot of people in New York are following them? Even Russell Simmons..."

Song Ya rolled his eyes while chatting on the phone. The Sutton father and son of Inner City Broadcasting Company are the best at climbing moral high ground. In the words of Parsi Sutton, they are to secretly support their business, but now they follow the unlucky complaining tone. "I can't give any investment advice, and I can't help it. The stock market is changing rapidly, and investment needs to be cautious... It's bad, I don't know if I should throw it away, and there are some things that I can't say as a major shareholder." Song Ya had to say so.

"Dame? What's the matter? Did your girlfriend Arya put money in it too? Ha ha, you ask for your own blessings, take care of yourself, I didn't let her buy it! Really..."

"Rashida? Doesn't your dad follow along? He hates me so much...he really bought it? I don't know! I don't know! Didn't I lose money because of my shit?"

It's all similar to inquiring about the news, "What can he complain about with his little money? How much does he lose? How much will I lose? Okay, I'll hang up if I'm not talking!

"Do you want to throw it? Take advantage of these retail investors have not recovered."

After dealing with the restless little gods from all walks of life, Song Ya sat in a chair and sulked. O'Grady made another suggestion, "Or cover up the position, and then use your personal influence to convene investors to guard the plate. Many people still treat you. Believe in aplus."

"This is not the most urgent. The founders of Babelson want to cash out the shares of the opendiary website again. If you are a major shareholder you do not want to take over, then opendiary will also fall sharply."

Sloan issued a warning, "There are also crimereads stations that are almost past the lifting period, and the release of Amerika Music is still too early. Now only a small amount of funds can be used to bring the market value back."

"So we have to prepare enough cash in our hands anyway, throw it away?" O'Grady asked.

"Look again, look again..."

Song Ya was full of bags, unable to make up his mind for a while, "Maybe the situation has changed again this afternoon?"

"That cash... exactly what we prepared for Vivendi Universal..." O'Grady suggested again.

"That can't be moved, and it can't be moved. That money has already allowed South Bank Bank to start transferring to France against the euro."

Song Ya shook his head and replied after thinking about it: "Isn't French Tricolor Vodka going to buy my Grey Goose Vodka? Which step is it?"

"I'm calling Riiser." Sloan hung up on the president of a+ Wines Riiser. "He is on the plane to France. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is temporarily unavailable..."

In the afternoon, Halle touched it in again, and the four of them lay in the study to watch the disk.

"The market has fallen below three thousand eighth!"

"Three thousand seven hundred and nine!"

"Three thousand seven hundred and eight!"

Hallie's wailing continued to be heard in the room, and silently put the muffler on the door on the earphones.

At the close of the market, the Nasdaq index closed at 3769 points, a drop of more than 280 points in one day, or 7.6 percent...

It was miserable, melancholic, and Halle was yelling tired. She threw herself on the table and didn't know if she was asleep or crying. O'Grady's face was scary white. Song Ya and Sloan were about to lie flat on the sofa...Huh? Sloan?

"What's wrong with you?" He then noticed Sloan, who had never been so decadent before.

"My Gulfstream Fifth was bought with Littman Media and its website stock option mortgage... If it falls like this... I will go bankrupt..." Sloan replied weakly.

"Hehe, I like to consume ahead of time..." Song Ya felt that she had the best mentality in the room, "What's wrong with you, O'Grady? You, a stock broker, don't need to be so sad for me, right? I'm fine myself..."

O'Grady silently raised his hand and waved it, motioning not to ask any more.

‘You’rewaytoobeautifulgirl...’

At this time, Sloan’s new Siemens music phone rang, and the ringtone used his own beautifulgirls...

Now I'm not in the mood to joke, Sloan quickly answered, "Rise said that French Tricolor Vodka should not have the energy to buy our Grey Goose Vodka. They suddenly encountered a malicious merger by the Bacardi Group..."

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