blackstone code

Chapter 1149 Roller Coaster

On Monday, Mr. Klein got up at six o'clock. This was the first time he got up so early in the past ten years. He packed everything and sat on the edge of the table, staring blankly at the clear sky outside the window.

In the last week at the end of May, the sky lit up at six o'clock.

His wife also got up and made breakfast for him, and the two of them sat at the dining table that cost more than 1000 yuan, looking at the sumptuous breakfast without any appetite.

Not at all.

Good ham and bacon combined with two fried eggs, as well as some tomatoes and vegetables, this is their usual favorite breakfast.

Delicate, nutritious and delicious.

But at this moment, they didn't even have the idea of ​​touching each other.

"Will it... be bad?" Mrs. Klein asked while helping her husband stroke his collar.

Mr. Klein was silent, he didn't even have the desire to answer his wife's question, he was like an empty shell that lost his soul.

On Sunday, it was reported on TV that the current price of silver in some ports had dropped to 13 yuan, and he no longer dared to have any expectations for the present.

I just hope it doesn't fall too much.

After a long while, he reluctantly raised his head and forced a smile, "Don't worry, there will be no problem..."

Mrs. Klein silently returned to the cloakroom. She began to tidy up all kinds of hats and accessories that she bought not long ago, or some time ago. She looked at the jewels on the red velvet cushion, and couldn't hide the reluctance in her eyes.

She intends to sell them all in order to deal with the financial crisis that may arise next.

As for Mr. Klein, he kept praying, praying that God could hear his prayers, so that he could at least exit safely.

At 45:[-], Mr. Klein drove the luxury car he just bought to the exchange. He went directly to the second floor, where people gathered.

Usually there are not many people here, and those who are qualified to go to the small hall on the second floor to check the price often don't come here in person. Most of them will entrust a broker to help them handle their accounts.

But today, no matter whether you have seen it or haven't seen it, you have heard of it or you haven't heard of it, they are all here.

Here they are gathered, waiting...

At 25:[-], the Kanban began to scroll quickly. Due to technical reasons, the price of the rolling broadcast will be broadcast at the highest and lowest matching price.

When the first one came out, Mr. Klein's hands trembled, nine yuan and 99 cents, which was almost cut in half from two days ago!

But he still had a glimmer of hope, because the price announced at the top was the lowest matching price. He looked back, and then his whole body seemed to collapse on the chair as if he had collapsed.

Ten and fifty cents, which is lower than the price when he entered the market, and much lower!
Three days ago, he was using millions of dollars of wealth, but now... what he is facing is a serious loss.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly got up and walked towards the trading desk. He needed to close the position quickly and sell everything in his hands.

Although this would cost him a lot, at least he could keep some money, but when he got to the trading desk, he realized that there was already a long queue.

The same goes for other trading desks, and the traders are even more busy and can't stop, they are constantly matching prices.

Beads of sweat flowed down Mr. Klein's temples, and he took out a handkerchief worth 19 yuan and 89 cents and kept wiping it.

But his pores are like a faucet that has been turned on. Just as the sweat beads are wiped off, another layer appears.

At 09:30, trading started. He turned his head and glanced at the bulletin board, but he didn't dare to look at it again. It was nine yuan and 94 cents. The current trading price...

He lined up silently, his whole body trembling violently, many people around him were no different from him, everyone's face was full of despair!

After he arrived at the trading desk and submitted his trading order, the trader picked up the phone and dispatched the task, but soon the sweet-looking girl showed a guilty smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Klein, your account has been forcibly closed."

Mr. Klein was a little distracted. He quickly argued, "Why would you force the position to be closed? When I saw it just now, there were still nine yuan and 94 cents..." He turned his head and looked at the bulletin board, completely stunned.

At this time, on the first line on the bulletin board, the price of silver is only eight yuan and 46 cents...

It is plummeting at prices that people can hardly imagine!
This price... indeed closed the position.

He took back the transaction slip on the counter, and his soul seemed to have slipped out of his body at this moment, and he walked numbly to the edge of the platform on the second floor.

With trembling hands, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the individual package, and lit himself tremblingly.

Taking a deep breath, the cigarette smoke seemed to be filled with a kind of courage that would allow him to face the doomsday. The movement of his inhalation straightened his hunched body.

Nicotine calmed his brain down a bit, followed by reason. He glanced back at the people behind him, then tore up the transaction slip in his hand and entered the elevator.

There were already some people in the elevator, and they were all similar to him, with numb expressions and blank eyes.

They looked at Mr. Klein, and Mr. Klein also glanced at them, and then stood with them.

He glanced at the panel that controlled the floors the elevator stopped at, but didn't reach out to change anything.

The elevator then began to accelerate slowly, all the way up to the top floor.

Several people walked out of the elevator numbly. On the way to the roof, Mr. Klein suddenly asked with a smile, "How much did you lose?"

Some people answer tens of thousands, some people answer 10,000+, and some people answer hundreds of thousands.

The elevator can't go directly to the rooftop on the top floor, you have to go up to the first floor.

When they went upstairs, Mr. Klein and others persuaded the man who had only lost tens of thousands of yuan, "You don't need to come up, tens of thousands of yuan, you can earn it soon."

The man looked 34 or [-] years old, with a sad expression on his face, "The money is all borrowed."

In one sentence, everyone fell silent.

My own money and borrowed money are completely different, and this gentleman looks... dressed in a bit shabby, he must not pay the money.

Everyone has come to this point, there is no way to decide.

The long staircase became the last journey in their lives, and their steps were both brisk and heavy.

Mr. Klein lost all his wealth over the past 20 years, not to mention, he bought a new house and a new car in advance, and he still owes the bank more than 20 yuan.

There were various other bills that he couldn't afford to pay.

Next month is only a few days away, new bills are coming up soon, and if he doesn't pay, he'll be evicted from his house in no time.

He would be out on the streets with his wife, the company he was working for would get the news soon, and he would most likely be fired.

It is very dangerous for a company to hire an employee who owes a lot of debt to be in charge of the company's middle management.

No one knows whether he will harm the interests of the company because of the debts he owes.

Without work, without everything, what is the meaning of life?
That's why his steps are heavy, but as soon as he gets out of here and jumps, everything becomes easy again.

No matter what he will face in the future, it has nothing to do with him, and there is even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

free?
perhaps!
It's just... when the light gradually occupied his entire vision, he realized that the door leading to the rooftop was locked.

Three finger-thick iron chains tightly locked the iron gate. Since the last financial tsunami, hundreds of people chose to end their lives here by jumping off a building, and this place has been locked.

Several people looked at each other in silence, with various smiles on their faces.

Some people seem to have really looked away, and their smiles are very vivid.

Some people seem to feel that they have been fooled by fate, and their smiles are full of anger.

Someone's smile hides tears, maybe he thinks it is so difficult for him to even want to die.

There was some inexplicable relief in Mr. Klein's smile, he suddenly didn't want to die.

Maybe...you can still see new hope when you are alive, didn't he come from a time when there was nothing?
He can do it once, maybe a second time!
When the group returned, they met some other people. They greeted each other and explained the situation.

Some people continued to walk towards the rooftop, as if they didn't believe what this group of people said, and some people turned back with them.

This day is destined to be the end of a few people, but it is not the end of most people.

It's not like the financial tsunami a few years ago, everything was destroyed!

What was destroyed this time was only silver!
The...destruction it brings actually has little to do with ordinary people. Not everyone is passionate about silver, and not everyone is really a fool.

The reason is simple, a stone will always be a stone, and gold will always be gold.

Sometimes some uneducated citizens understand the truth and reality of this world better than those powerful big shots!

Stones don't turn into gold, they know, never will!
At [-]:[-] am on Monday, the Federal Financial Regulatory Commission suspended the trading of silver, and at the same time announced that it would seriously investigate all the details of the "silver case".

The appearance of this announcement also accelerated the continued plunge of the spot trading price of silver at the international port. Everyone was making large shipments, but the receiving orders were almost invisible!
In fact, most of the affected groups are various funds, financial institutions, mine owners, financial speculators, international speculators, and so on.

Ordinary people... not too many!

When ordinary people realize that silver has risen, silver is already eleven, twenty-three yuan.

Just like Mr. Klein knew about this, they discovered it too late for the whole "market", which also caused many ordinary investors to dare not enter the market easily.

There are some people who jumped off the building today, but not many. This may be good news that there are not many!
(End of this chapter)