Zhang Mouzhi silently studied the bank deposit figures, and then said after a long time: "Xianxiang, am I dreaming?"
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "Perhaps, this is called the American Dream."
Zhang Mouzhi was happy and regretful at the same time. He was happy because he made a lot of money, but regretted because he didn't invest all the money and only invested US$10,000 conservatively.
Even so, Zhang Mouzhi still made more than 170,000 US dollars, which is 370,000 silver dollars.
370,000!
Zhang Mouzhi built a villa for someone in Jiujiang. The total cost of building a high-end villa was only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. This money was enough for him to repair the house for several years.
"Xian son-in-law, it seems that the U.S. stock market is going to fall further, why don't we..." Zhang Mouzhi felt that he hadn't made enough yet.
Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said: "The next situation is too complicated. The big American consortium has already taken action. Small fish like us can easily suffer losses."
If it were a few decades later, with Zhou Hexuan's foresight, he could buy long-term stock index futures without leverage and ensure a steady profit without losing money. But the problem is that stock index futures were born in the 1970s and did not mature until the 1980s.
That's half a century later.
"Then let's go back like this?" Zhang Mouzhi asked.
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "The fun has just begun. Dad, if you want to open a company and set up a factory or mine, you'd better wait a while. The economic crisis in the United States is coming. Buying machines and hiring workers are all at cabbage prices. This is a big deal."
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Zhang Mouzhi already regarded his son-in-law as a god and had no doubts about the economic crisis. He said, "Then I will stay for another two or three months!"
Nowadays, when factories are opened in Asia, even in Japan, senior technical personnel still have to hire white people. Moreover, the salary of these white employees is generally three to five times higher than that of local people at the same level. If a group of them are hired back after the economic crisis, the income will be
The benefits are no worse than buying cheap machines.
As for the economic crisis, well, no one wants to believe it yet.
Even Livermore only believed that this was a normal stock market crash and that it would take two or three years to recover.
As a result, three years later, Livermore believed that the stock market had hit rock bottom and would soon rebound. He bought "potential stocks" at the bottom, but ended up being locked up and lost all the money he made during the stock market crash.
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Although the stock market plummeted during this period, major economic newspapers, including the Wall Street Journal, called on investors to calm down, saying that the stock decline was only temporary. Every morning when I get up and read the news, I can see predictions of a recovery in the stock market.
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However, on "Black Thursday", 11 financiers committed suicide one after another. They died in various ways, including taking pills, jumping from buildings, swallowing guns, and hanging...
Then there are "Black Monday", "Black Tuesday", and if the exchange is also open on Sunday, it is estimated that even "Black Sunday" will occur.
Weng and his son-in-law walked out of the hotel. Zhang Mouzhi smiled and said: "If it is true as the virtuous son-in-law said, an economic crisis will break out in the United States, it will be good to buy some houses at a low price."
Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said: "It's okay to buy and live in it, but forget it as an investment. It is estimated that it will take five or six years for the U.S. economy to recover."
"So long?" Zhang Mouzhi asked in surprise.
"That's why it's called an economic crisis, not just a stock market crash." Zhou Hexuan said with a solemn expression.
Like the stock market, the real estate market in the United States was also booming in the 1920s. Rural areas and small towns were better, but in big cities, people were even speculating on the toilets, so that ordinary rents rose to an incredible level.
Zhou Hexuan called a taxi and prepared to go to Michael Lauer Book Company. Although it is not a good time to publish a book, now that he has written "Titanic", he cannot let the manuscript hide and grow mold.
As the car drove past an office building, suddenly a burst of exclamations came from outside.
Zhou Hexuan turned his head and looked up, only to see a figure standing on the top of the building. The man was holding a wine bottle in his hand and was swaying. He looked down several times, but he always stepped back out of fear.
"Want to jump off the building?" Zhang Mouzhi couldn't help but say.
As soon as the words were spoken, the man on the roof took two sips of wine and suddenly jumped off the rooftop.
"Poof!"
The brain hit the ground first and exploded like a watermelon, with red and white splattering all over the floor.
"Oh, there is one." The white taxi driver shook his head and sighed.
Zhou Hexuan asked: "A lot of people jump from buildings these days?"
"I don't know about other cities, but in New York, I see people jumping from buildings every day," the driver said through gritted teeth. "I really hope that bastard Fisher jumped from the building too. It was only after listening to his predictions about the stock market that I jumped."
Throw all your savings in!"
The Fisher mentioned by the driver, whose full name is Irving Fisher, is a famous American economist, mathematician, one of the founders of econometrics, and a professor at Yale University. He has made great contributions to the field of economics and proposed the principles of monetary theory.
, the first one reveals the relationship between inflation rate expectations and interest rates.
However, it is such a powerful figure who has been advocating a bull market for several years. Even a few days before the stock market crash, many investors quietly sold short orders, and he was still saying that the U.S. stock market was far from reaching its limit.
Irving Fisher really didn’t mean to deceive people, because he himself was also bullish in his investments. As a result, within a few days, he lost millions of dollars in net worth, instantly became a pauper, and died in poverty more than ten years later. Even
He later wrote "Interest Theory", "Inflation", "One Hundred Percent Currency" and other books, and all royalties were used to repay bank debts.
Zhang Mouzhi glanced at the corpse, sighed and shook his head.
Americans are playing too crazy. There are people in China who are speculating in stocks and jumping off buildings, but in a few years, not one of them has been seen. It's not like in the United States where people are jumping off buildings every day.
The taxi stopped in front of a building. Zhou Hexuan took the elevator upstairs and found that the door of Michael Lauer Book Company was blocked.
Zhou Hexuan came forward to inquire, only to learn that the two bosses of the publishing house failed to trade stocks, Raoul directly committed suicide by swallowing a gun, and Mike was about to take away the company's cash and run away, but was blocked in the office by employees asking for salary.
Zhou Hexuan's first reaction was: The royalties for my October works have not been settled yet!
Just when everyone was making noise, the publishing house owner Mike came out with a stack of US dollars, and said with a haggard smile: "The company's bank account has been frozen, and there is still 2,000 US dollars in cash here. Let's take it and share it. Now I
It is announced that Michael Lauer Book Company is closing down. Farewell, friends!"
After Mike finished speaking, he put down the money, then returned to his office and closed the door.
"Listening to what he just said, it sounds like he wants to commit suicide."
"What else can I do besides commit suicide? Not only did the boss lose all his money, he also owes the bank a huge amount."
"Oh, we are all unemployed, let's find a new job quickly."
"..."
The employees talked a lot but did not stop the boss from committing suicide because they had no better solution.
"Please give way!"
Zhou Hexuan pushed the employees away and kicked the office door.
The door opened, and Mike, holding a revolver, sat behind his desk and looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise, asking: "Sir, is there anything else?"
"I am the author of "The Rise of Great Powers" and "The Goddess"." Zhou Hexuan said.
Mike smiled bitterly and said: "The royalties from July to September have been credited to your international account. As for this month's money, I'm very sorry, there's nothing I can do."
