Goldfinger is a bit strange

On October 19, 1987, the weather was fine, and the peaceful sky of Hong Kong Island presented a refreshing blue.

The mood of all stockholders was as bright as the weather.

They talked and laughed as usual, waiting for the opening of the stock market at ten o'clock.

People did not realize that a black storm would suddenly come, ruthlessly dragging their wealth and even themselves into the vortex of the storm.

In the office of Longteng Company, Chen Dongfang and others were waiting anxiously.

Except for Xiaowu in Lilan and Zhang Long and others who stayed in Eastern Europe, the rest of the company's backbones were all present.

"No, I'll go out and get some fresh air first." Ma Laosan stood up suddenly. He really couldn't stand this depressing atmosphere.

"Sit down, we must have confidence." Yu Guangming was actually sitting on pins and needles. The only thing that supported him to sit here was confidence.

That was the confidence in the helmsman of the company.

At the same time, Boss Huo was also pacing in his living room, looking at the phone beside him from time to time, his expression was also solemn.

Pan Mingpai was enjoying himself more, and at this moment, he was still spending the night in the warm hibiscus tent.

However, the piercing alarm clock still made him jump out of bed: "Open, open!"

"Open, open!" Young Master Li also looked at his watch, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

At this moment, there were also four or five young people around him, all of whom were well-known rich sons of this generation and belonged to the same interest group.

"Brother Ju, do you want to open a bottle of red wine to celebrate?" Someone asked.

Young Master Li suppressed his excitement: "Let's wait until the news of victory comes, then we will..."

At this time, a phone rang, and Young Master Li quickly picked up the phone and listened.

Several people around him also gathered around, and then saw the microphone in Young Master Li's hand fell on the table with a clang.

After a long time, Young Master Li finally managed to utter two words with difficulty: "It's falling."

As soon as the market opened, the selling wave was like a flood, unstoppable. In just fifteen minutes, the Hang Seng Index fell by 120 points.

And this trend seemed to be unstoppable.

Young Master Li now only felt a constant rumbling sound in his head, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky outside.

The sky was still clear, but in his opinion, it seemed as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city. If he hadn't been leaning on the table with both hands, he would have been crushed to the ground.

How could this happen? Was he going to lose again?

Young Master Li was a little confused, so he grabbed the phone and dialed:

"Dad, we have to save the market, and use all the funds to save the market. We will definitely be able to stabilize the stock price, we will definitely be able to do it!"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of Li Fuhao came: "Aju, do you know that the daily trading volume of the stock market is tens of billions."

"And a sell-off like today's may be tens of billions, and no one has the ability to take it."

Even if Li Fuhao has the nickname of Superman, in this rolling trend, he can only go with the flow and cannot go against the will of heaven.

He can invest a large amount of money in the stock market, but not now, but wait until the stock market stabilizes, and then enter the market to buy at the bottom.

I believe that by then, he can easily earn back the hundreds of millions lost by his son, or even earn back several times or even dozens of times.

But Young Master Li doesn't think so now. He put down the phone in a daze and collapsed on the sofa.

The loss of money could not hurt the foundation of the Li family;

But the psychological blow made him feel miserable - he lost, and lost again to Liu Qingshan.

Failure was like a steel needle, ruthlessly piercing Li Dashao's heart. Zhou Gongjin of the Three Kingdoms suddenly flashed through his mind, and he looked up to the sky and shouted unwillingly: Since there is Yu, why is there Liang...

At this moment, there was jubilation in the office of Longteng Company.

After receiving the call about the stock crash, everyone jumped up, hugged each other, and hit their companions' shoulders and chests with their fists. The whole office was full of ghosts and wolves.

"Now you can have a glass of red wine to celebrate." Boss Huo also snapped his fingers and asked someone to bring the iced red wine.

"Oh, it seems that I can go back and have a good sleep." Pan Mingpai thought of the beauty on the bed, and his heart was also hot.

And far away on the other side of the ocean, Liu Qingshan was sleeping soundly in the apartment.

Because of its geographical location, the stock market in Hong Kong Island opened first on the 19th, and then fell all the way.

By the afternoon closing, it had fallen by 420 points, a drop of more than 11%.

Almost at the same time, the Nikkei index of the island country's stock market fell by 620 points, and the next day, it plummeted by 3,800 points.

After the closing of the 19th, everyone's eyes were on the United States.

The Dow Jones Index is the real weather vane. As long as it can stabilize, there is still hope.

Liu Qingshan got up early in the morning as usual, running, standing, and practicing boxing. Everything was in order.

No one could tell that he had gambled 80 million US dollars in the stock market, almost betting his entire fortune.

When he returned home for breakfast, Grace frequently cast her eyes at him, wanting to say something but stopping.

Grace was a little confused: You still have the mind to eat?

Liu Qingshan was not only in the mood to eat, but after finishing his meal, he packed up his utensils and went straight to school. Today was Monday, so of course he had to go to class.

When Liu Qingshan was sitting in class and listening peacefully, the stock market finally opened.

Then, the stock index collapsed, and the market was filled with selling orders and no buying orders at all.

It seems that everyone is selling their stocks crazily.

Faced with such a huge amount of data, the computer finally couldn't bear it, and the displayed data began to be delayed, and the time was getting longer and longer.

Faced with this stormy plunge, the vast majority of investors were caught off guard. They could only pray to God that a major stock market crash would not occur, because in that case, even if you are a millionaire, you may become a pauper in an instant.

The entire U.S. stock market has fallen into panic and despair. I don’t know how many investors are looking up to the sky and shouting: Wuwuahahahah...

With the success of Mariah's and the Hurricane Girls' first albums, Dolphin Sound became popular across the United States.

At this moment, perhaps only this voice can best represent the aspirations of investors.

"Oh my God!" There was also an exclamation in Soros's office. This situation really happened!

"Quick, sell all S\u0026P 500 futures contracts!" Soros has 5,000 such contracts in his hands, worth more than one billion.

Soros made a decisive decision and chose to withdraw completely. However, his futures contracts could only be sold at low prices, which also caused him heavy losses.

Quantum Fund's net assets plummeted by 26 percentage points, becoming the biggest loser in this stock market crash.

However, Soros was the king of short selling. Soon after, he seized the opportunity to go short and made a fortune.

Finally, in 1987, Soros's Quantum Fund achieved a final profit of 14%.

I have to admit that a good person is still a good person after all.

"Oh buy it!" A cheer erupted in Rogers' office. He has also been shorting U.S. stocks recently. This time, he is afraid that he will make a fortune.

It was just that he felt that he was a little conservative, so he bought the Dow Jones Index, which fell by 150 points.

After a brief moment of joy, the image of a young man appeared in Rogers' mind.

That young man had raised a large amount of funds before, and he must have been going short on U.S. stocks.

But how brave is this young man, how many points will he short, and how much will he make?

Rogers didn't know that Liu Qingshan had shorted a total of 500 points. At that time, Qian Yuzhen was so frightened that he almost fainted.

Five hundred points. According to this ratio, the US stock market will directly evaporate 500 billion in market value.

After Liu Qingshan attended two classes, news of the stock market crash finally reached the school, and Liu Qingshan was quickly called to the office by Professor Peter.

Professor Peter's expression has never been so serious as it is now. He knows very well that such a major stock market crash will have a huge impact on the entire economy.

What shocked him even more was that his student had predicted it a few days ago, and even the time points were accurate.

If he could pay attention to it early and take precautions, he might be able to reduce a lot of losses.

But it was too late to say this now. When he found Liu Qingshan, he just wanted to ask this student to help.

"Liu, my old friend Buffett just called me for help. Since you were able to predict this stock market crash, you probably have a plan to deal with it."

Professor Peter went straight to the point. Just an hour ago, Buffett's wealth evaporated by 342 million in an instant.

Although the stock god still remained calm, he did not panic, nor did he follow the trend and sell any stocks.

But this huge loss also made him feel pain, so he could only ask his old friend Professor Peter for help.

Liu Qingshan looked at Professor Peter quietly: "Professor, there are no winners in the stock market crash. Even if I help Mr. Buffett, others will also suffer losses."

Professor Peter nodded: "I agree with your point of view, but Warren is my best friend."

"Okay then." Liu Qingshan shrugged, showing a helpless look, then looked at the phone next to him and gestured.

There really is a way!

Professor Peter was also secretly surprised. When such a stock market crash occurred, everyone was panicking. It was not easy to stay calm.

He couldn't think of any other way to save himself.

The call was quickly connected, and Professor Peter said: "Warren, my student Liu is right next to you. He will talk to you next."

Liu Qingshan took the microphone and didn't make a sound, just listened quietly.

About a minute later, Buffett's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Mountain, you win this time."

Only then did Liu Qingshan start talking on the phone: The plummeting stock market also brought an opportunity for risk-free arbitrage. 7K妏揩

The current situation is that the S\u0026P 500 Index has fallen by 20%, while its futures have fallen by 28%. There is a big gap between the two.

This would never happen in the stock market during normal times.

If one were to immediately go long index futures and short S\u0026P 500 stocks, one could make a huge profit.

They are all experts. After listening to Liu Qingshan's concise and concise explanation, Professor Peter on the side couldn't help but smashed his fist: This is simply a genius idea.

Buffett on the other end of the phone responded quickly: "Mr. Mountain, thank you, I will call you again."

After saying that, Buffett hurriedly put down the phone and began to gather the funds on hand for operations.

If he were an outsider, he might be able to see this method, but in today's panic situation, Buffett knew he would never think of it.

After Liu Qingshan put down the phone, he was greeted by Professor Peter's eager eyes: "Liu, why don't you do this yourself, I can give you a holiday now."

Liu Qingshan could only spread his hands: "Professor, I have no money."

Professor Peter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I guess you will earn more. I really don't know whether I should congratulate my students or mourn for my compatriots."

After that, Professor Peter picked up Liu Qingshan's paper from his desk: "This is your graduation thesis. It may not be the best graduation thesis, but it must be the most expensive one."

Graduation thesis?

Liu Qingshan was also stunned for a moment: "Professor, I have just been here for more than a month."

Professor Peter raised his palm and gently patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder: "I think that undergraduate studies are no longer necessary for you. Be my doctoral student."

"Maybe I can't teach you too much now, but I can still give you some guidance."

Liu Qingshan's mind was a little confused. His plan was to complete his three-year studies here.

But what he never expected was that Professor Peter actually approved his graduation.

He didn't know whether UCLA had such a system, but looking at Professor Peter's appearance, it didn't seem like a joke.

"Professor, I need to think about it. My plan is to return to China after completing my studies." Liu Qingshan also answered solemnly.

Professor Peter shook his head gently: "Liu, you can really display your talents here. As far as I know, your country doesn't even have a stock market now."

"We Chinese have an old saying, 'Although Liangyuan is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time', Professor, I will give you an answer after considering it."

Liu Qingshan bowed and turned to leave the office.

What does it mean? Professor Peter studies economics, so he didn't understand what Liu Qingshan meant.

But he could still feel from the other party's emotions that this student might pass him by.

When Liu Qingshan returned to the apartment after school in the evening, he saw his second sister answering the phone, and Grace, who was excited, was beside him.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Grace immediately rushed up and gave him a fierce hug: "Welcome our billionaire, no, it should be said that it is a billionaire!"

"I think we should celebrate, how about eating cola chicken wings in the evening?"

Liu Qingshan quickly broke away from her majestic hug, and then took the phone from his second sister.

Qian Yuzhen's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Qingshan, we just made nearly 1 billion US dollars. Adding the principal, your assets have exceeded 1 billion!"

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like a low roar of a god, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free. But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink his eyes, staring coldly at the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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