The Strongest Guild Of The World

96: Economic Crisis (for automatic subscription)

a figure.

Shaking appeared on the top floor of the building.

Ripped suit and askew tie.

Honeycomb hair dull eyes.

No one would have guessed that a few days ago he was a senior executive of a large company.

"Aaaa, aaa." He laughed unconsciously, his expression excited and weird.

He walked to the side of the building one step at a time and looked at the ant-like flow of people below.

Crystal tears fell.

His soul is in remorse, and if he had the chance to choose, he would not put all his fortune into the stock market.

Even if an elite like him becomes a pauper, it doesn't matter, he can find a job and start all over again, and then look at the heroic life.

It's a pity that he borrowed a large amount of money from the underground bank, and people greeted him with a smile and offered tea when he didn't look at the payment.

But when he didn't pay the money, the man who had been struggling in society for many years knew that his life would be worse than death.

Another step.

The figure fell.

ten seconds later.

An exclamation came from below.

"Someone jumped off the building again."

In the next month, in Shanghai and other places where the bond market is prosperous, stories of people jumping off the building will be heard every day, and people will soon become numb.

Presidential residence.

The bald head put down the newspaper, picked up a hot tea, and sipped it with a smile.

He was beautiful in his heart. This time, the outlaws led by the Jiangsu-Zhejiang consortium almost went bankrupt. The more investment, the worse the death.

A secretary came in.

"They won't go." The secretary bowed his head cautiously, knowing that the bald head had done a great job.

"Don't put any of them in." The bald head put down the teacup with a cold face, his face full of pleasure in killing the enemy.

Since his relatives want to kill him, let them die first, he Jiang someone can be cruel.

The concierge, the Song family, the Kong family, and the Chen family under the watchful eyes of the guards, had burning faces.

Once upon a time, they needed to wait in this servant's place.

They were the president's relatives, the closest kind.

"When will my aunt come back?" said the young master of the Kong family with a livid face.

"I haven't come back in Europe yet." The middle-aged man of the Song family had a bitter face. He was happy to see his sister leave, but now his sister may not even know about their troubles.

A month later, Mrs. Song got off the plane.

Then she saw an incredible scene, the shabby little brother and brother-in-law, and others, he almost thought he had encountered refugees.

"You guys, this is?!" She felt incredible.

We ", our everything is gone." A certain descendant of the sage Kong cried like a child.

After half an hour.

Mrs. Song stared at her brother with a dark face.

"My money was also thrown out by you?!" Her voice was trembling.

The middle-aged man of the Song family turned his head, he didn't have the face to explain.

Madam Song fainted.

If her private money is still there, she can at least help her brother-in-law's family, but now her 30 years of savings are all gone.

A day later, Mrs. Song came to the bald head, showing a pleasing expression.

"I know that the government has a lot of projects. Only the smallest one is needed. Just help them get up." Mrs. Song's idea hit her bald head.

This "the country will not let them do whatever they want, and now I can't approve this note. Believe it or not, someone will impeach me tomorrow." Said bald head word by word, and then gently closed his eyes.

If someone is dead, let them die.

Yes, this matter is not over yet.

Soon, the elders of various families who participated in the manipulation of the stock market for illegal profit-making were under investigation.

The cold wind of clean government is blowing.

Ye Ze nodded after knowing Nanjing's decision, otherwise he would really change.

Natasha is by Ye Ze's side. Not long ago, they completed the domestic bargaining work, and the industries of those criminals have become part of the branch guild.

Now that they are in New York, affected by the other side of the Pacific, the non-cooking people here also think that the bull market is coming.

Capital knows no borders. The consortium leaders in the United States found that the non-cookers were enthusiastic, and naturally began to fuel the flames, and the stock market combine harvester began to operate.

As for the collapse of the Eastern stock market, they are not worried that the two markets are not closely connected. Moreover, they control the United States behind their backs. They have the final say on the rise and fall of the stock market.

If you don't accept it, you have to accept it.

Feeling the message from Shadow Clone, Ye Ze smiled brightly.

"The U.S. stock market is booming, we give them a boost." Ye Ze was laughing but his voice was a little cold.

The United States and the Republic of China had some legs a few years ago. When Japan invaded the Chinese dynasty, the National Government put a lot of gold in the United States, and the United States gave a loan to the bald heads who were short of money in proportion.

Later, the U.S. government made loans many times, and the National Government paid a lot of price at that time.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the government of the Republic of China discussed with the government of the United States whether the batch of gold could be returned, and Bald had already begun to repay the loans of the United States at that time.

The Americans naturally disagreed. It was not until the beginning of the Cold War that the U.S. government shipped the gold back in order to have a friend and a market. Of course, the bald head also repaid the debts of the U.S.

Although Ye Ze prevents the U.S. from being dominant, it will not attack the U.S. for no reason.

But this time the United States unexpectedly joined forces with comprador profiteers to attack the country. Ye Ze will naturally not let the United States go free. He must thoroughly teach the United States a profound lesson.

In the next two months, the U.S. stock market was in full swing, and even EU funds were attracted.

Both Hitler and Bald knew what was going on, so they strictly controlled the outflow of funds, but there were still capitalists who did not know the life and death went to the U.S. to speculate.

"Non-food is non-food." Ye Ze looked at a piece of statistical data speechlessly, those people are enough to be called a stock market death squad.

"Should we start harvesting now?" Natasha smiled excitedly, so it's so cool to stir up the wind and rain in the U.S.

Ye Ze nodded. The U.S. bond market is larger than the domestic bond market, but two months are enough to arrange everything.

It was another beautiful morning. American people went to work eating hot dogs, drinking coffee and yawning.

The New York Stock Exchange is still as lively as it used to be.

However, suddenly there was a boil of noise.

From this exchange, it quickly spread to the entire United States.

The stock market crash is here.

The day before, they watched the stock market skyrocket and waited to put all their money into it.

Now they can't wait to be out of touch with stocks, but their money is diving like crazy.

There are more tall buildings in New York than in Shanghai.

The person who jumped off the building is also similar to the dumpling.

The city suddenly became chaotic.

Cries came from time to time.

The head of the U.S. consortium frowned and held a conference call. They were discussing how to reduce losses, or to make a big profit.

They think they can still control the country.

A few days later, their faces turned green.

The stock market is out of their control.

The economic crisis broke out.

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