Fangyuan's room was on the sixth floor. It was a single room. The waiter walked him to the door and opened the door for him.

Fangyuan took out a few more beautiful knives and handed them over. The waiter then nodded, bowed, thanked and left.

Fangyuan shook his head. Anyway, the money was for nothing, and Fangyuan didn't feel bad spending it.

Besides, compared with the money he collected, this is not even a drop in the bucket.

In fact, he has no choice. If not, can he live in it? Don't even think about it. To be honest, Fangyuan has to thank capitalist countries for their supremacy of money!

Otherwise, he might have been kicked out just now.

Money is a bastard. You can earn it after spending it. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

After closing the door and hanging the safety chain from the inside, Fangyuan took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower.

Although it is winter now, Fangyuan feels uncomfortable all over since she hasn't taken a shower for several days.

This was also the reason why he wanted to stay in a hotel. Fang Fang used to take baths in the space, but all the water he put in the space was used up.

When staying in a hotel this time, I not only need to find a place to rest and take a shower, but also get some water and put it in the space.

After taking a hot bath, Fangyuan lay comfortably on the big hotel bed, and soon fell asleep.

Fangyuan had a good sleep this time. In this country, hotels are still very safe, because the people who can open hotels are not ordinary people.

The next morning, Fangyuan came out of the hotel, but he did not check out.

Fangyuan didn't eat in the hotel, but went outside. It was really nice to eat in a place that didn't require a ticket.

You can eat whatever you want, and it’s not expensive.

That’s right! It’s just not expensive, even cheaper than in China.

Nowadays, RMB and U.S. dollars are basically one-to-one. If you don’t have a ticket in China, a meal in a restaurant will cost you at least a dozen yuan.

Fangyuan drank a cup of coffee and ate a sandwich, which only cost 165 cents, or 1.65 US dollars.

After eating, Fangyuan walked on the street. Only then did Fangyuan realize that there were many people with yellow skin and dark eyes like him on the street.

No wonder no one paid attention to him.

The streets in the United States are really bustling, with people and cars coming and going, and high-rise buildings.

Unknowingly, Fangyuan came to a very prosperous street. The reason why it is called prosperous is because the buildings here are extremely high.

Even if Fangyuan comes from the 21st century, we have to sigh that these buildings are indeed tall enough.

Of course, not only is the building high, there are more people here. Fangyuan saw people rushing here in all directions.

Those who don’t know better think that these foreigners are here to attend the temple fair just like the Chinese people.

Fangyuan is also a person who likes to have fun, so he walked with these people to see what these people were going to do.

Soon Fangyuan discovered that these people were all heading to the same place, and this place was a very large building.

That's right! It's very big, because this building is not high, but it covers a really large area.

Fangyuan glanced at the building and said "Hey".

Washington Stock Trading Floor.

"Damn! Isn't the financial center of the United States on Wall Street in New York?" Fangyuan muttered quietly.

In fact, he is so strange that he stipulates that stocks can only be traded on Wall Street in New York.

Fangyuan is indeed rare and strange, because Wall Street is relatively famous, so when foreign people think of financial centers, they think of Wall Street.

In fact, this stock trading place is not limited to Wall Street, but can be found in many places in the United States.

This is just like in later generations of China, many larger cities have stock trading places.

Needless to say, these people who come from all over come to the stock trading floor.

Moreover, Fangyuan also discovered many people with oriental faces, as well as black people.

Of course, he didn't see any children, and he was probably one of Wan Yi's children, but these people seemed to have not seen him, their eyes were fixed on the door of the trading floor.

It's not yet time for the stock market to open, and the door is not open.

Fangyuan secretly glanced at her watch and found that it was just past eight o'clock. Of course, this was American time.

The time in Washington is thirteen hours ahead of the domestic time. After Fangyuan comes here, he only needs to set the time forward by one hour to US time.

Fangyuan did not crowd with these people, but ran to the edge to find a place to sit down.

The time soon reached 8:30, and the door to the trading hall opened, and those waiting outside rushed in.

Fangyuan still didn't move. There were too many people and he was too small. He was worried about being stepped on. That would be too tragic.

After waiting for everyone to go in, Fangyuan walked inside. There were security personnel at the entrance of the trading hall, but when they saw Fangyuan coming in, these people did not stop him.

This also made Fangyuan still confused. Why was it different from what he thought? He was still waiting for these security personnel to stop him, and then he spent it with tips!

She really didn't play her cards according to the rules. Fangyuan shook her head and came inside.

This is a large hall that can accommodate at least 20,000 to 30,000 people, but the actual number of people is definitely more than that.

No wonder this building was built so big. Seeing this situation, Fangyuan understood. Also, if it were not built so big, how could it accommodate so many people.

There were no computers in this era, and Fangyuan didn't understand how so many people could trade, so he planned to wait and see after the trading time started.

Fangyuan found another corner to stay.

Even in the corner, there are still people. No, the flowers of two white middle-aged people caught Fangyuan's attention.

"Felko, are you buying or selling today?"

"DeHaan, I'm going to sell my stocks and buy some more."

The middle-aged white man named DeHaan opened his briefcase and took out several pieces of beautifully printed paper.

"Oh Maiga, DeHaan, your stock has gone up a lot!" When he saw what the other party brought out, the middle-aged white man named Philco said.

Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, then took another look at the thing in the hand of the man named De Haan. It turned out that this thing was a stock!

Just now Fangyuan thought it was printing paper, but it just looked more exquisite.

Fangyuan took a closer look at the stocks held by the middle-aged white man named DeHaan.

The name of the stock is written at the beginning, and there is a series of numbers below it, which is probably the number of stocks, because several stocks in his hand all have the same beginning, but the numbers are different.

One has 100 written on it, one has 500 written on it, and another has the number 1000 written on it. If I am correct, this middle-aged white man named DeHaan should have bought 1,600 shares of this company.
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"What about you Philco?"

"I'm here to sell just like you, but I lost money." After saying that, he took out a few stocks.

Fangyuan took a look and saw numbers like 100, 200, 500 on it.

Not to mention, Americans are really smart. What is the difference between this thing and money? As long as the anti-counterfeiting is done well, there will basically be no mistakes.

Besides, since the trading floor uses such a thing, there must be a way to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

In fact, Fangyuan is very rare and strange. When China first started to have stocks, they also used this thing, but it was not as beautiful as theirs.

The difference is that when China first started to issue stocks, the size of the stocks was about the same size as a hundred-dollar bill.

The American one is larger, and looks similar to an A4 paper.

The same thing is that there are numbers on them, except that the stock names and numbers are different, and the paper used is the same.

Soon the stock trading started, and Fangyuan saw many people gathered in front of the trading counter, some wanting to buy and some wanting to sell.

Fortunately, there are more counters, otherwise it would be really busy, but that was just like this at the beginning, and after about twenty minutes, there were only a few people in front of the counter.

Fangyuan also quietly came to a counter, held the counter with both hands, stood on tiptoes and asked: "Hi! Can I buy stocks?"

The person at the counter sat up a little, then saw Fangyuan and said, "Okay."

"Uh!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment. The United States is really an open country. Even children can buy stocks.

In fact, he thought too much. The reason why he could buy it was because the stocks at this time were anonymous.

Because there is only a quantity on the stock, that is to say, no matter who holds it, they can buy or sell it.

People thought he was asking him to come over and buy things on his behalf because his family was busy.

That's right, otherwise, the money from a child can be used to buy stocks.

As for what you should do if you lose it? You can only consider yourself unlucky, who told you not to keep it safe?

This thing is just like money. For example, if you pick up a hundred dollars on the ground and no one claims it, can't you spend it?

And just like Fangyuan, he got so much money from that manor, isn’t he spending it now!

"I buy one hundred shares of Coca-Cola."

"One hundred shares?"

"Yes." Fang Yuan nodded.

"Three hundred and eighty-seven dollars."

Fangyuan quickly took out a beautiful knife from his pocket, counted three hundred and eighty-seven and handed it over.

The trader counted the numbers and then handed out a stock.

Fangyuan took it and took a look. What was the logo of the Coca-Cola Company? There was a number 100 below it. Fangyuan knew that he now owned one hundred shares of Coca-Cola stock.

Holding this stock, Fangyuan quickly ran out of the trading floor.

Fangyuan was just trying it out, but she didn’t expect to be able to buy it. But Fangyuan had to think more, is this thing safe?

What if it can no longer be used in the future? In that case, wouldn’t this thing be just a piece of waste paper?

But Fangyuan soon gave up this idea. He had seen an American movie in later generations, and it seemed that this was what it was about.

It is said that when a rich man dies, he leaves nothing but a stock of 10,000 shares of a certain company, and then many people compete for it.

In the end, it even extended to gang fights, not because of anything else, but because the stock was bought by the rich when they were young.
Chapter completed!