Blackstone Code Chapter 1149: Roller coaster
On Monday, Mr. Klein got up after six o'clock. This was the first time he had woken up this early in the past ten years.
In the last week of May, the sky was already lit up by six o'clock.
His wife also got up and made breakfast for him. The two sat at the dining table that cost more than 1,000 yuan, looking at the rich breakfast without any appetite.
Not at all.
Good ham and bacon, two omelettes, and some tomatoes and veggies are their usual favorite breakfast.
Delicate, nutritious and delicious.
But at this moment, they don't even have the idea of touching.
"Will it be... bad?", Mrs. Klein asked while helping her husband stroke his collar.
Mr. Klein was silent, not even wanting to answer his wife's question, he was like an empty shell without a soul.
On Sunday, it was reported on TV that the current price of silver in some ports had dropped to thirteen yuan, and he no longer dared to have any expectations now.
I just hope that it won't fall too much.
After a 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 pack up all kinds of clothing and hats accessories that she bought not long ago or for a while. She looked at the jewelry on the red velvet cushion, and she couldn't hide the reluctance in her eyes. .
She intends to sell all of these in order to prepare for a possible financial crisis in the future.
Mr. Klein is constantly praying, praying that God can hear his prayers, so that he can at least exit safely.
At 8:45, Mr. Klein drove the luxury car he just bought to the exchange, and he went straight to the second floor, where people gathered.
There are usually no people here. People who are qualified to go to the small hall on the second floor to check the price often do not come here in person. Most of them will entrust brokers to help them handle their accounts.
But today, people who have seen or haven't seen, heard or haven't heard of, are here.
Here they are, waiting...
At 9:25, the kanban board starts to scroll rapidly. Due to technical reasons, the price of the scrolling broadcast will be broadcast at the highest and lowest matching price.
When the first count came out, Mr. Klein's hands trembled. It was nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, which was almost a cut in half compared to two days ago!
But he still had a glimmer of hope, because the price broadcasted at the front was the lowest matching price, and he looked back, and then he collapsed on the chair as if he had collapsed.
Ten bucks and fifty cents, which is less than the price when he came in, and much less!
Three days ago he used millions of fortunes, but now... he is facing serious losses.
Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and quickly got up and walked towards the trading desk. He needed to quickly close the position and sell everything in his hand.
Although this will cost him a lot, at least he can keep some money, but when he gets to the trading desk, he realizes that there is already a long queue.
The same is true of other trading desks. The traders are even more busy and can't stop. They are constantly matching prices.
Beads of sweat dripped down Mr. Klein's temples, and he took out a nineteen eighty-nine handkerchief and wiped it continuously.
But his pores are like a faucet that has been turned on, and just after the sweat beads are wiped off, another layer appears.
At half past nine, he started trading. He tilted his head and glanced at the bulletin board, and he didn't dare to look at it again. Nine yuan and ninety-four cents, the current trading price...
He lined up silently, trembling violently all over his body. Many people around him were no different from him, and everyone's face was full of despair!
After he arrived at the trading desk and handed in his order, the trader picked up the phone and assigned the task, but soon the sweet-looking girl showed an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Mr. Klein, your account was forcibly closed."
Mr. Klein was a little absent-minded, and he quickly argued, "How can you force a close? When I looked at it just now, there were still nine and ninety-four cents..." He turned his head and looked at the bulletin board. stunned.
At this time, on the first line of the bulletin board, the price of silver is only eight yuan and forty-six cents...
It's plummeting at unimaginable prices!
This price... does close the position.
He took back the transaction slip on the counter, his soul seemed to slip away from 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 independent package, and lit it for himself tremblingly.
He took a deep breath, the cigarette smoke seemed to be filled with a kind of courage that could make him face the doomsday, and he straightened his hunched body with the action of inhaling.
The nicotine calmed his brain down a little, followed by reason. He looked back at the people behind him, then shredded the transaction slip in his hand and entered the elevator.
There are already some people in the elevator, all of them similar to him, with numb expressions and blank eyes.
They looked at Mr. Klein, and Mr. Klein also glanced at them, then stood with them.
He glanced at the panel that controlled the elevator floor, but didn't reach out to change anything.
The elevator then begins 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 answered tens of thousands, some answered hundreds of thousands, and some answered hundreds of thousands.
There is no way for the elevator to go directly to the roof on the top floor, and it is necessary to go up one floor.
When they went upstairs, Mr. Klein and the others persuaded the man who only lost tens of thousands of dollars, "You don't need to come up, tens of thousands of dollars, you can earn it soon."
The man looked thirty-four or five years old with a sad face. "Money is borrowed."
A single sentence silenced everyone.
My own money and borrowed money are completely two different situations, and this gentleman looks... dressed a bit shabby, he must not be able to pay the money.
Everyone has come this far, and there is no way to make a decision.
The long stairs became the last journey of their lives, with light and heavy footsteps.
Mr. Klein lost all his wealth for more than 20 years, and that's not counting. He bought a new house and a new car in advance, and he still owes the bank more than 200,000 yuan.
There are various other bills that he cannot afford.
Next month is just a few days away, new bills are coming soon, and if he can't pay, he will soon be kicked out of his house.
He will be on the streets with his wife, the company he works for will soon get the news, and he will 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 middle management of the company.
No one knows if he will harm the interests of the company for the debt he owes.
Without a job, without everything, what's the point of life?
That's why his steps are heavy, but once you get out of here and jump off, it's easy again.
No matter what he will face in the future, it has nothing to do with him, and there is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Freedom?
Maybe it is!
It was only... when the light gradually occupied all his sight, 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 jump off the building to end their lives here, and this place has been locked.
Several people stared at each other in silence, with various smiles on their faces.
Someone seemed to really look away, smiling vividly.
Someone seems to feel like they've been fooled by fate and smiles with anger.
Someone's laughter hides tears, maybe he thinks it's so difficult for him to even think about dying.
Mr. Klein's smile contained some inexplicable relief, and he suddenly didn't want to die.
Maybe... I can still see new hope in my life. Didn't he come from a time when he had nothing?
He can do it once, maybe a second time!
The group encountered others on their return, who greeted and explained the situation.
Some people continued to walk towards the rooftop, seemingly not believing what this group of people said, and some people turned back with them.
This day is destined to be the end of a handful of people, but it's not the end of most people.
It's not like the financial tsunami of a few years ago, when everything was destroyed!
This time, only silver was destroyed!
The destruction it brings... actually has little to do with ordinary people. Not everyone is invested in the silver craze, and not everyone is a real fool.
The truth is simple, a stone will always be a stone, and gold will always be gold.
Sometimes some citizens with little culture understand the truth and truth of this world better than those powerful big men!
They know ~IndoMTL.com~ Stone doesn't turn into gold, never!
At 9:50 a.m. on Monday, the Federal Financial Regulatory Commission suspended silver trading and announced that it would seriously investigate all the details of the "silver case".
This announcement also accelerated the continued plummeting of the spot trading price of silver in the international port. Everyone is shipping in large sums, but the receiving orders are almost invisible!
In fact, most of the really 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 11, 23 yuan.
Just as Mr. Klein knew about this, they discovered it too late for the entire "market", which also caused many ordinary investors to be reluctant to enter the market easily.
There are people who jumped from the building today, but not many, which is probably not much good news!
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