1:55 pm on December 30, 1989, Osaka Stock Exchange.
Countless people were waiting in the hall, staring intently at the huge scrolling stock trading display in front of them. Green stock names flashed past one after another, making people's hearts surge with excitement.
It’s gone up, it’s still going up, it’s still going up!
Inoue Yan clenched the cigarette case in his hand and stared at every stock he purchased. Without exception, all stocks were turning green.
The Nikkei Index also continues to rise. From the opening and closing in the morning to the opening in the afternoon, the index keeps rising, as if it will never end, and can continue to hit higher points.
Generally, when buying stocks, you focus on one or two high-quality stocks that you are optimistic about. A buying method like his that casts a wide net is simply courting death in the eyes of insiders.
However, the fact is that all the stocks in which Inoue Yan invested a lot of money are rising!
Momo Inoue, who was holding his hand and staring at the screen, had an ugly face. The market was going to close in less than five minutes. This year was over, and the stock exchange would not reopen until January 4 next year.
Kitahara Sosuke has been suspended indefinitely. The stock market and real estate market do not seem to have changed due to the increase in interest rates. Is everything she has done in vain?
Inoue Momo bit her lips and suddenly whispered to Inoue Yan: "Hiko, after today, you should have made a lot of money, right? Or just polish it off. Now, taking advantage of the limelight, Inoue Logistics will go bankrupt in advance. Besides, Kitahara Cang
Introducing him..."
"Are you kidding me?" Inoue Yan looked at her as if she were a fool. When it was so easy to make money, he didn't put more money in and evacuate early. Is his brain broken?
Women are indeed too cautious.
He didn't know that Inoue Momo couldn't hold on anymore and was trying to waver. She felt that Kitahara Sosuke had no hope of making a comeback.
The big screen jumped for a moment, then stopped. At two o'clock in the afternoon, this year's trading day ended and the market closed on time!
"Oh my God! Am I reading that right? The Nikkei Index is .87, the highest in history! RB has risen! RB's economy is the best in the world!"
"It will definitely rise to 40,000 points next year!"
"Haha, all the stocks I bought have gone up! I made nearly 50 million yen!"
"Hahaha!!! Buy, buy more for me, increase your position, invest it all! Ruijiang, go and inform Neihai Finance, no matter what method he uses, get me another 500 million, no, get me 2 billion!
I want to put it all in!"
An extremely crazy voice sounded in the hall, and everyone was shocked by the number he said, 2 billion yen invested in stocks? Which company is this president?
Inoue Yan's money currently invested in the stock market was only 700 million. He looked in the direction of the source of the sound and found that it was an arrogant young man sitting in a wheelchair.
Yamada Yang's roar ignited everyone present, and everyone was preparing for the next year's big hair event (on the first trading day of the new year, the securities exchange will invite some young women to participate in colorful costumes, and the transaction prices will usually be high
Open up) spend a lot of money on it and continue to make money.
Irie nodded and exited the hall expressionlessly.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Kitahara Sosuke, who was bored at home and was not planning to go back to Tokyo this year, was thinking about how to spend this New Year. The phone rang suddenly and it was Ogami.
She excitedly informed Kitahara Sosuke that the 500 million he invested was borrowed today, part of which was given to employees of RB Industrial Bank. Then she solemnly invited Kitahara Sosuke to come to Eikawa Ryotei to celebrate the New Year, and hoped that he would accompany Ogami on January 1.
Orihime went to a shrine in Kyoto to pay her respects for the New Year.
Kitahara Sosuke smiled and refused, hung up the phone, and the doorbell rang again.
This time at the front is Kyoko Kobayashi. She is wearing a snow-white sweater, her graceful figure is tightly wrapped in it, and her breasts have graceful and attractive curves.
Behind them were Norika Fujiwara and Sayuri Yamakawa, who were carrying large and small bags. The former wore the dark blue sailor suit and short skirt that she and Sosuke Kitahara bought that day, while the latter wore a mink coat that was draped down to her ankles.
"Department Chief, we have discussed coming to your house one day early to have hotpot to celebrate the New Year. Do you mind?" Fujiwara Norika also specially put on makeup, looking youthful and beautiful, and she was particularly charming.
"How could it be? I was worried that I had nothing to eat for dinner, so you guys brought it to my door." Kitahara Sosuke smiled and stepped aside.
"I'm really sorry for bothering you, Chief Kitahara." Kyoko Kobayashi bowed at 90 degrees, revealing a trace of pink under her snow-white sweater.
There is a vacuum inside.
The three of them walked to the hall skillfully, opened the refrigerator to get ingredients and drinks, and went to the kitchen to get hot pots and dishes. Kyoko Kobayashi picked up a mop and rag and started to help Kitahara Sosuke clean the room.
It's like being at home.
Kitahara Sosuke smiled bitterly. He was asked to sit on the sofa and watch TV. The three girls would take care of everything, and he could just wait and eat.
Turning on the TV, when he saw the Nikkei Index soaring to its highest point, Kitahara Sosuke suddenly felt a lot more at ease. The rise was great, but unfortunately this was the highest point.
Almost all the stocks held by my father were sold off yesterday, which caused a lot of shocks to the stock market. I heard from him that overseas consortiums are also withdrawing a large amount of capital, and they are also responsible for the rise in rb's stock market.
Buying when the trading price is low and selling when it is the highest, these people who have the best information have reaped a full harvest and left with satisfaction.
However, only a part of the overseas capital is being evacuated at the moment, and the money of countless Japanese people is still trapped in it. In addition, the six major consortiums are more or less involved. When the consortium withdraws, Kitahara Masao and other high-level executives outside the core of the consortium, who have received first-hand information, also
After they leave one after another, the stock market will collapse.
Of course, the losses incurred by the stock market fall are those of retail investors.
This is the plan of the financial groups and upper class people.
Mie Noyasu's two interest rate adjustments have indeed disrupted their rhythm to a certain extent, and the consortium will withdraw earlier. However, there is no big data analysis in the information age, and the consortium cannot estimate the withdrawal of overseas capital. Even if it is necessary,
If they run, they will also withdraw after the last wave of gains that Dafa will bring after the year.
After that, it will be Kitahara Masao and others' turn.
Kitahara Masao also thought deeply for several nights, and finally decided to trust his confident son. If the price continues to rise, the Kitahara family will make a lot less money.
But making less money is better than losing money.
"If I don't fall, I will be obedient to you, father, from now on."
Such an arrogant son would say such a thing, so what's the harm in meeting his son's request once?
In the evening, the four of them sat around the kotatsu, eating hot pot and chatting. Fujiwara Norika came over specifically to comfort Kitahara Sosuke, but did not want to hurt his self-esteem. The look of the three girls who were worried but did not dare to speak out made Kitahara Sosuke feel warm in his heart.
At times like this, there are still people who will stand on your side.
"Department Chief, I will do what I say. If you are exiled to Kyushu, I will go with you!" Fujiwara Norika drank the beer in her hand in one gulp, her chest heaved violently, her face turned crimson, and she expressed it as if she was confessing her love.
Be loyal.
"Director Kitahara will not be exiled, Crow Mouth!" Sayuri Yamakawa glared at Norika Fujiwara, "Neither Sister Fujiwara nor Director Kitahara will leave, I believe it!"
"I also believe that, if, I am really exiled..." Kobayashi Kyoko blushed and lowered her head, did not continue, but sat closer to Kitahara Sosuke, her thoughts were self-evident.
Come on up, Kyoko-chan! Yamakawa Sayuri was worried, and she finally waited until Fujiwara-san was very drunk. She also pretended to be drunk and lay on the table, but she didn't wait for Kobayashi Kyoko's further action.
I'm so anxious!
Now, Chief Kitahara is at his most depressed and lonely. If something happens at this moment, everything will be ready and everything will be stable!
However, until she really fell asleep, Kobayashi Kyoko still didn't dare to take a step. She just got closer to Kitahara Sosuke. Their bodies were close to each other and they could feel each other's skin and temperature.
"Thank you for today." Kitahara Sosuke took a sip of his beer, looked at Fujiwara Norika and Fujiwara who were fast asleep, and prepared to get up and give them a blanket.
Seeing him getting up, Xiaolin Xingzi also stood up immediately: "I, let me help you sort it out!"
The two of them settled the messy tabletop with a tacit understanding, looked at each other, and got into the warm kotatsu together.
Considering that these girls always come to his place to eat, drink, and stay, Kitahara Sosuke specially made a larger kotatsu, but now that the four of them are in it together, the space is still a bit too small, and they are tall and have their legs stretched out.
When I opened it, I didn’t know whose butt or leg I touched.
It's really embarrassing and helpless.
Kobayashi Kyoko leaned towards him, lying with him and looking at the ceiling. After a while, she suddenly said quietly: "Chief Kitahara, actually, I, I have liked you for a long time..."
"From the time I met you very early, to later..."
In the silent night, in the girl's light and slightly shy tone, one after another, seemingly trivial things were told, just like the scattered stars in the night sky, shining brightly and brightening the entire sky.
"...So, no matter where you go, I am willing to follow you. You won't mind and you won't hate me for this, right?"
Kithara Sosuke turned around and looked at her profile, then smiled lightly and said: "No, and we won't go anywhere."
...
The next morning, the three girls quietly cleaned the house and left, leaving only Sosuke Kitahara who was still sleeping.
Fujiwara Norika and Kobayashi Kyoko are going back to their hometown in the New Year, and Yamakawa Sayuri will definitely not come to Kitahara Sosuke alone.
At the end of the year, he was still the only one left.
From December 31st to January 3rd, Ran Kitano, Kazuma Yamada, Matsu Nakashima, Masahiko Mori, and Hikaru Takeuchi visited respectively.
Kitano Lan expressed some worries, but since she had decided to go on Kithara Sosuke's boat, she no longer hesitated. At this time, she came over to express her loyalty and hinted that she could spend a comfortable New Year with him. However, Kitano
Sosuke refused.
Yamada Kazuma brought Onodera Seiko over to express his gratitude, and at the same time reported the surveillance situation.
Yamada Yo, Inoue Hiko, and the families of those children were frantically raising money, preparing to show off their talents after the big event. He also specifically mentioned that Inoue Momo might have some minor problems, and said that if Kitahara Sosuke
If she feels unstable, she can ask Kikujiro to kill her.
Kitahara Sosuke still refused.
The next three presidents came purely to thank and comfort him. No matter what others said, his loans really saved their three clubs!
Subsequently, at 9 a.m. on January 4, the much-anticipated Daihatsu Conference invited a group of major bank presidents such as Owada Kenji, the president of Tosan Osaka Branch, to attend, and the trading prices on the first trading day of the new year were about to be revealed.