The Goddess Shines on America

"Surprised, I thought so too."

Jimmy looked at the time again. There must be a very eye-catching clock on the office wall of every Wall Street company. It was already a quarter past nine, and there were only fifteen minutes left before leaving the game, but it was still enough for them to say a few more words.

"And three hundred is just a rough number. It should be about five hundred stocks. You know, man, I know a lot about Alice Wang from my buddy, and guess what."

He said: "Alice Wang's odd-share investment yield is very high. Although there must be times when she loses money, in the past year and a half alone, she has made at least five thousand by relying on these three to five hundred odd-stocks." Ten thousand U.S. dollars!"

Jordan swallowed, and at the same time, his mind turned quickly. Three to five hundred retail investors combined at least 50 million US dollars, that is, each stock currently holds about 100,000 on average. Although it is a bull market, it is impossible to have an exaggerated increase, so the girl should be doing short-term trading. , otherwise you won’t be holding so many copies: “Where’s the starting capital?”

"I'm not sure about that, but it must be very low, right?" Jimmy shook his head and said, "If she hadn't already become an expert in the IT industry, if she really came to work on Wall Street, she must be a stock god-level existence, right? Three to five hundred stocks, buddy, no one can provide this girl with so much inside information, right? And she is still specialized in short-term trading, and keeps buying and selling according to every big fluctuation. I estimate that every stock The original price was only ten or twenty thousand."

"And now, she sold all these stocks?" Jordan also reacted, and quickly understood the importance of the situation: "A client with such excellent short-term stock trading skills suddenly has a completely short position?"

Jimmy nodded and said: "The situation in the market is not very good now. When you first came in, you saw Murpens' face. Last Friday, he lost 80,000 US dollars in net income. .”

Jordan raised his head and looked at the manager's desk. Murpens' bald head was as dazzling as the midday sun, but his expression happened to be as cold as winter. Beside him, Boris and Joanna were nervously making preparations, and then he suddenly stood up.

"The time is coming soon!"

Murpens' voice echoed in the office, and hundreds of employees looked up at him together.

"We had a huge crisis last Friday, and I'm sure everyone remembers how many calls there were yesterday afternoon asking to sell stocks."

Murpens looked at the employees around him, his face was dripping with sweat, but there was still a confident smile on his mouth: "But you say, can you let those idiots sell Piao!? "

"Sell!"

"Of course it will be sold, but you must not let those fools short their positions, but transfer them to another stock! You guys have paid attention to me. Your income is the commission when customers buy stocks. , instead of taking a share from the short positions!"

"Today is Monday, a new week, a new beginning! Let's throw away the trash of last week and usher in a new day of fighting!"

As soon as the voice fell, the hour hand pointed to half past nine, and there was a loud buzzing sound in the whole office, and there was even a high-pitched shout of Mobens who changed everything: "Now, start!"

In this way, what was a static office just a second ago turned into a boiling ocean in an instant. The voice of making calls is everywhere, and most people have specially equipped a pair of headsets for themselves. There are customers of Rothschild Bank everywhere, and their duty, of course, is to constantly harass them!

"Hello sir, do you remember me? Ah, that's great, remember the Coca-Cola stock I advised you to buy last Thursday? It's like this..."

"Oslect-Bradworth is a new Ohio-based company that has recently formed a supply relationship with the Pentagon for Raytheon's fire-control radar..."

"Good job, guys, look, one minute, two thousand shares of Microsoft!"

When the pointer just reached 31, there was a lucky guy who completed a transaction. However, when he buckled the relevant receipts into the storage box, many stockbrokers, led by Jordan and Jimmy, were not in a hurry. Selling stocks as usual, but invariably keeping a close eye on the market.

Staring at the opening data, Jordan can already imagine how the people in the trading floor are feeling at this time.

In the first moments of trading, the Dow had dropped 67 points.

A cold sweat directly spread over Jordan's whole body, and at the same time, all those people who were paying attention to the opening data also stood up in unison. Just on the wall of the office, the company installed a display screen for the employees to display the data of the large disk in real time. For this reason, they also purchased the latest switches and routers from Cisco half a year ago. Therefore, with the excellent network system, when the first person stood up, more employees also forgot to make a call, and all looked at the screen dumbfounded.

In the first moment of opening, it fell 67 points! ?

"Damn it, last Friday was only a fucking hundred or so..."

The manager, Murpens, stood upright, sweating profusely. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly shouted: "Jimmy! Show me the data of the global stock market!"

Jimmy immediately made an intercom call to the computer room, and within a minute, more data appeared on the display.

The Sydney stock market opened first with little change.

The Hong Kong stock market in the East Eighth District opened, and everything else was fine, but the Hang Seng Index dropped by 120 points compared to last Friday, and it had already dropped by more than 200 points when the market closed at noon. The same situation also appeared in the European stock market, which was obviously affected by the slump of Hong Kong stocks. Now, as the time zone continues to change, it is obviously New York's turn again.

"Is it all because of Friday's influence?"

In the office that became silent again, Murpens frantically picked up the "Wall Street Journal" of the day.

"These damned bastards! Such important information has not been published!? Have the people in the newspaper got their brains eaten by dogs? Monday's forecast, Monday's forecast, the page is all taken up by these bullshit forecasts, the Asia-Pacific stock market in the middle of the night The stock market has plummeted, and such an important thing has been missed!?"

"What are you still doing blankly!? Didn't you see so many sellers on your computer!? Hurry up and persuade the customers to keep their money! If they are all short positions, let's all go drink Northwest Wind!"

As soon as the words fell, the office where the needles could be heard fell into the noise again, but this time it was not the traders who were happily selling. The first minute didn't recover, but looking at the soaring selling lists on their computers, everyone panicked and called a customer, for fear that they would leave all the funds in their accounts!

However, Jordan still didn't rush to make a phone call: "Jimmy, what do you think?"

Jimmy swallowed hard: "What should we do? Alice-Wang shorted nearly 500 stocks in one go. What do you think we should do?"

Coincidentally, Jordan and Jimmy chose the same approach.

Short positions!

Quickly sell the stocks they bought, and quickly become a member of the selling list!

In the inner office of the bank, a trader dialed out to customers like crazy, and there were voices begging for people not to sell. The more time goes by, the more investors will realize the sharp drop in the market, and the red waves on the monitor will keep rolling like crazy, but there is no sign of rising!

"Sir, sir, don't look at its price has dropped by 17%, which means that you can now buy this bull stock at a much cheaper rate than usual! Sir? Sir? Shit! "

"Sir, don't worry, the current decline is only temporary, and the future rise is eternal. We have all experienced a bull market for 50 years, can you still worry? This is a good blue chip stock. If I say it, You won't say anything... Sir? Sir? Damn it!"

"Damn it, another thirty points?"

Jordan grinned and looked at the display screen. It has only been about half an hour since he left the market, and the Dow Jones Index is plummeting again.

At the same time, a colleague who just answered the phone suddenly shouted in horror: "Chicago is selling a large number of index futures! Tanger, how many stocks are traded here in New York now? We must stop this momentum!" "

"One hundred... thirty one."

Tanger stared at the computer screen, the cold sweat on his forehead had already made his forehead glisten: "About 30% of the blue chips in the S\u0026P 500 have not been sold. Normally, it only takes five minutes That's all, but now..."

"Asshole, after forecasting for a long time, no one is paying attention to the Asia-Pacific market in the middle of the night?"

As the clock struck a quarter past ten, Murpens, the manager, was still cursing the editors of the Wall Street Journal. Prediction of IBM's next trend, analysis of Cisco's IPO prospects, and analysis of how the Iran-Iraq battlefield will continue to affect the oil market after the signing of the ceasefire agreement. Time to board the page again!

"That old editor-in-chief will definitely be fired, he must be fired!"

Suddenly, a broadcast sounded throughout the office and even more rooms.

"Here is an announcement: The bank executives have just obtained accurate information. Because the current stock market selling volume is too high, the computer calculation volume of the New York Stock Exchange can no longer meet the actual demand. The current display data is 20 minutes behind the actual selling volume. Attention, attention , this is the accurate information just obtained by the top of the bank, because the current stock market..."

The icy radio broadcast froze all the traders, and they could also hear the panic in the announcer's icy voice.