Blackstone Code Chapter 873: Making money is also important

Originally, Lynch planned to go to the telegraph room to tell his people the news, but when he thought that the girl was by his side, he decided to send the girl back first.

A young girl is very stable when she encounters this kind of thing. She may make the wrong move and send the wrong signal, so it is the best choice to let her go back to the room.

Wait to talk to the girl about the ship when he's done sending the telegram.

Lynch rarely showed such a serious expression. Penny did not allow her temper to come around, and followed Lynch back to the room obediently.

"I'll be back later, you stay here and look after my things, no matter who knocks on the door, as long as I'm not there, don't open the door!", Lynch told him.

When many people face such a situation, their statements are relatively conservative, for example, there is danger outside, for example, don't go out and so on.

This approach is not the best option, and it will cause those left behind to mess up their pace without purpose.

There are some people who can stay honest, but there are also people who think they can do something to change the current situation on a whim.

For example, to detect a little news, for example to prepare some weapons or even to see if there is a chance to escape.

This is stupid and will hurt not only yourself, but others you're with, so the best thing to do is to give them a "task".

Lynch's task for Penny is to "look at the luggage", it's not difficult, it's very purposeful, and it's suitable for simple, directed tasks.

The girl nodded firmly, and slowly released the hand holding Lynch's arm. Lynch kissed the girl's forehead and told her softly, "Everything will be fine, trust me..."

He closed the door as he spoke, and instructed Penny from outside to lock the door.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked slowly to the telegraph room.

The telegraph room is not big, and there are two female telegraph operators in it. Their job is to send the messages that the guests on the ship need to send back to land by code.

The difficulty is low, but the pay is not low.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?", the girl sitting on the side smiled sweetly, and the smile on her face made it seem like she could promise anything.

"I need to send a telegram, but I don't need you to send a telegram for me." Lynch took out a few twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the girl, "I will send it myself."

The girl didn't seem to want to leave, she continued to keep the smile on her face, "Sir, I have my professional ethics, whatever you need me to send, I will not remember it, and I will not be with you. Someone mentioned it."

This kind of words can only be heard, not taken seriously.

What she said was no different from what those stock managers and financial brokers said.

"Tell me now, I won't tell anyone, I swear by my whole family."

Then the whole of Bupen knew.

"You can choose to take the money and have a drink on the side, and then I'll mention every moment that your service was satisfactory."

"Or I'll call your manager and tell him I'm very angry."

"The choice is yours, ma'am, what would you choose?"

Lynch's words were very direct. The smile on the telegraph girl's face couldn't hold back a bit, and the smile gradually subsided.

After serious thought, she took the tip from Lynch, thanked her and left.

Lynch sat in the telegraph room, he slammed on the chain, and began to try to telegraph

The telegram is under the administration of the Federal Telegraph Office. Of course, capable people can listen to it and play with it. Most of the time, the content of the telegram is plaintext, and it is not very interesting.

Those with interesting content are often ciphertext, and ordinary people can't monitor any content.

After a simple adjustment, Lynch began to send plaintext content, and almost a short time later, the telegraph office in the nearest coastal city listened to the telegram and responded.

Seeing that the pendulum needle in front of him began to swing regularly, Lynch knew that the telegraph office had monitored the content of his telegram, so he began to identify himself and make a request.

Seeing that it was the telegram from Lynch, the youngest Mr. Ten Billion in the Federation, the telegraph office suddenly became more serious. Along the way, he was also a little curious about what kind of information Lynch wanted to convey.

In this era, don't underestimate the power of the law to restrain people, but don't overestimate the bottom line of people's morality.

After the telegraph operator of the telegraph office had listened to all the telegrams, he began to read the telegram without the slightest hesitation.

"Dear Rhyme, I find that I need a very large warehouse at all times to hold horrific desperation, and you have to do it by tonight, with all your might."

This is the first telegram, and it looks like Mr. Lynch is going to contact this guy named Rhyme and let him go...

The telegraph operator scratched his head, and honestly he understood every word, but when the words were grouped together, he found himself illiterate.

What's a warehouse built to lock in despair, and be finished by today?

Did he make a mistake?

The operator wanted to interact with the operator on the other side to ask if he had sent the wrong message, but he gave up considering the potential legal problems of peeping at the contents of Mr. Lynch's telegrams This stupid idea.

He turns his attention to the second item.

"Dear Sergeant, I find this place very interesting. You'd better come over as soon as possible, and ask Mr. T for help when necessary."

Compared to the incomprehensible first telegram, the content of the second telegram seemed normal. The telegraph operator breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a problem with the wrong telegram, but a problem with IQ.

He tore off the note with its contents and gave it to the executor.

The executive picked up the phone with the note and dialed the first number first.

At this time, Lime is watching the trend of those stocks on the bulletin board. Social development has re-accelerated, and the Bupen industrial index has begun to rise. With some gossip, he has some money in his hand. Go ahead.

Thanks to Lynch for condoning his stupidity, it also made him realize that there is no such thing as "technology" in financial markets.

Any line-drawing analysis is used to deceive retail investors and bottom-level financial investors. For high-level decision makers, if they want to lift a stock, they only need to release a piece of good news.

Even if the stock stinks and is about to be delisted, it can instantly become the most popular and favored heavyweight in the financial sector because of this good news.

Similarly, a stock, no matter how good its previous rally, is like a previously collapsed thermal power research institute.

As long as a little bit of news can make it bankrupt in an instant, even the bankruptcy process has not been completed.

By analysis?

Can you analyze the future policy changes of the federal government by the trend of a stock for a few days, months or more, or when the main company of its main company has a fire?

No, not at all, so the only ones who can really make money here are the predators.

After seeing this clearly, he became more and more in awe of Lynch. Lynch is undoubtedly such a guy. He has enough ability to change the future trend of a stock. Don't hold his thigh tightly, do you guess for yourself? ?

"Mr. Rhyme, I have your number."

The voice of the operator in the exchange came from a distance, and Rhyme glanced down at the phone in front of him. The blue button on the phone was constantly flashing, which meant that there was an outside line.

As he thanked the lady operator, he picked up the phone and pressed the blue button.

"Is that Mr. Rhyme?"

"Yes, I'm Lyme."

"Hello, Mr. Lime, I'm... the telephone line of the Municipal Telegraph Bureau. Not long ago, Mr. Lynch wanted us to tell you something. You can take a pen and record it. If you're ready, please let me know. me."

Lim immediately picked up the pen on the table, opened the "108 Ways of Tactics of the Stock Market" in front of him, and prepared to record.

"I'm ready to..."

Soon, the other party told him what Lynch had to say, he quickly recorded it, and repeated it to confirm that it was correct.

After hanging up the phone, when he read this passage carefully, he vaguely understood what Lynch meant.

Lynch asked him to open short positions every moment, but every moment stocks are doing well now, could he have made a mistake in his analysis?

Every spring fair is a time when stocks rise significantly every moment. With so many rich people expressing their support for them, how can stocks not rise?

He read the passage over and over again several times, and he felt that his opinion was correct and that Lynch's way of expressing it was correct.

With some blind faith in Lynch already ~IndoMTL.com~ Rhyme rose from his seat.

Open positions and short positions with all one's strength. This kind of big transaction needs the coordination of the exchange. If he is allowed to coordinate one by one for too long, he is afraid of delaying Lynch's plan.

By the way, he also got three times the leverage from Jinhui, because without Lynch's personal request, Lime was probably worth so much in Jinhui Bank's eyes.

Around 11:00 noon, in the process of rising slowly every moment, there was a sudden short sale, which immediately triggered speculation in the financial circle of Bupen.

Is it... what will happen?

Everyone is looking forward to it, and of course some people think it's stupid, everyone knows that there can't be a huge drop all the time at this time, it's not summer or autumn.

In summer and autumn, there may be a reduction in production due to pests and other issues. Now that it is spring, it is impossible to have problems that shake the market value every moment. Someone must be crazy.

The question is, is Lynch really crazy?