Chapter 159: Stock market crash
Time passed quickly under Su Ming's orderly layout. Without drastically changing history, the stock market crash occurred at the original time.
When the market opened on the morning of October 29, 1929, the New York Stock Index plunged directly from a historical high of 363 points, and countless people went bankrupt on the spot.
Su Ming, as a prophet, had cashed out all the stocks long before then. His assets have reached nearly one billion U.S. dollars. The stock market these years has really made people crazy.
He just invested about 300,000 to 400,000 yuan in it, and made steady profits through a series of operations. At the highest point, he used dozens of New York brokers to spread backhand short bets, and he reaped so much money in an instant.
All this is legal, and the money is clean and can be used for investment.
The money came so easily. He had a feeling that he would not be a mercenary at all and be a financial crocodile. The US stock market crashed after another wave. If he participated every time, he would soon become the world's richest man.
There will be the Plaza Accord in the future. Dismembering the bear is an opportunity to make a big profit.
But what's the use of money? It just makes him feel empty.
In the Marvel world, now there is no superhero to paddle and plan for the future, but as time passes, various characters will only appear more and more.
It is impossible for Su Ming to be just a bystander, he will inevitably participate in various events, so that he can obtain what he wants to enhance his ability.
But that means that the traverser participates in the story, which will inevitably bring about the butterfly effect. At that time, it is not possible to say that Thanos will directly brainstorm. Instead of playing as in the movie, it will directly destroy the universe like a comic. What should I do?
Even if Su Ming might be able to survive on X metal, but the universe is gone, what's the use of money?
That's the real "people are gone, money is gone".
Maybe by then, I can only hold the few stones given by Dr. Manhattan, and find a way to make a living in other universes.
I am not a superhero, and I am unwilling to do things that are not good. Then the identity of a mercenary can give him an excuse to be hired and appear on the battlefield where he wants to appear.
At this time, there must be alien races on the moon. The black panthers of Wakanda also exist. The Manchus should still be warlords, and there may be people who Su Ming doesn’t know are active somewhere.
Therefore, one's own plan must be carried out, and one cannot put hope on others to save the world.
When he was in DC, he discovered that if he hadn't participated in the incident himself, the trouble would have been cold. The original plot has changed more and more over time, and finally he even burst into laughter over the wall. Bat.
Now that he has the advantage of a starter and a prophet, it is serious to prepare early.
Su Ming was sitting in his Peace Hotel with a glass of wine. Black Tuesday also brought the Great Depression, but as a kind of narcotics, business has improved recently.
People have no money to enjoy other leisure life. They can only relish the good days of the past by alcohol paralysis, those good days when they were surrounded by the stock market bubble, and everything was flourishing.
"boom!"
There was a muffled noise outside the door, and Su Ming sighed.
This is uncountable the number of times it is today. He put down the wine glass, walked to the bar and knocked on the table, and ordered his bartender.
"Call the police station again and ask them to send someone to sweep the street."
The Peace Hotel is a basement. The building it is in is not a particularly prosperous place. It is just a residential building in an ordinary alley.
Generally, those who jumped off here should be the residents in the building.
Like those with more taste in the past, they all like to go to Wall Street to jump, look at the location of the stock exchange before they die, and then jump up and draw a little red flower on the street.
"My money! It's all gone...ah~~~~Boom!"
"Woo woo woo... stocks are all waste paper... hahahaha, bang!"
"Hehe, **** America! FQ! Bang!"
But now there is martial law over there, and the surrounding buildings are sealed off. Su Ming didn’t go to join in the excitement. He just heard about the Morgan Building over there this week. If you want to jump from the Rockefeller Building, you have to line up. Within a few days, he jumped up. Thousand people.
The taller the building, the more popular it is, but now Su Ming’s six-story building is inevitable. Wall Street is blocked and people can only jump upstairs in their own homes.
"Boss, the police station said they are out of police force, let us handle the dead bodies by ourselves."
The bartender, wearing a red vest and a bow tie, replied helplessly to Su Ming. They were all people who had no losses. Su Ming insisted that his employees must sell their shares before Black Tuesday.
Some people didn't understand at the time, but under the high pressure of Su Ming and Gin Wine, they could only do so.
Unexpectedly, this saved their lives and made Su Ming's ability once again mythic.
Although there was no loss, and everyone made a fortune in the stock market, at least dozens of people in the surrounding residents died in front of the bar recently, and some of them were regular customers.
President Hoover organized a rescue, but Su Ming knew he would not succeed. There will be a more serious stock market disaster waiting for him next year.
"Well, call Gin to come over and see me, and bring a few strong people over."
Su Ming held his head and sat next to the piano. Although it is daytime, the bar business is almost the same as the previous night, and there are drunk people everywhere.
The piano master is resting during the day. Only Su Ming plays occasionally. Future music from the real world can help him calm down. Those songs seem to awaken the ordinary side of his soul and help him reduce the influence of bloodthirsty desire.
After discovering this, he hasn't learned anything else in the bar in the past few years. He has learned how to play various musical instruments.
He has a very good memory, and he can replay the songs he has heard before, such as "A Certain Love Deal" and "What's the Best Style".
There is no way, I heard too much before, and it was them that came out first in the memory.
Like all the gang bosses of this era, he wears the best handmade black suit, dangling a cigar, and combing his hair into the popular style of the times.
It’s just that instead of a handkerchief or a rose on his chest, it’s a yellow smiling face badge, which makes his style a little weird.
He put his hands on the piano to play, cleared his throat, and sang in a low voice.
What he plays is not the tune of this era, but the most popular bar piano song "pianoman" since 1970.
"It's nine o'clock on Saturday morning. Old customers are pouring in in groups. An old man is sitting next to me, lingering with the gin and tonic in the cup. He said:'Child, can you play a melody for me? I can't remember how it hums, but it is sweet with sadness..."
The clear piano sound echoed in the underground bar, and Su Ming's voice appeared deep and clear. This is a song completely different from this era, full of future breath and open-mindedness to life.
This is not an inspirational song in the traditional sense, it is more like a bar pianist’s memories of daily life, but it is these seemingly ordinary lives that can reflect the preciousness of life more.
Drinking guests seem to have seen the past in the music, thinking of how they looked when they were young, they did lose a lot~www.NovelMTL.com~ but there was no need to die for it.
No matter who it is, it may be a smuggler, or their ancestors, they have nothing when they arrive in the United States.
If they can survive, so can they themselves.
Although the money owed to the bank cannot be paid, many banks have gone bankrupt. They will not be able to pay the debt for a while.
Gradually smiles appeared on the faces of the guests.
This is not the first time Su Ming has done this. Although he is not a good person, he did not help everyone avoid losses because he cannot do it. This national financial disaster cannot be reversed by individuals.
Their money was not earned by Su Ming, but evaporated out of thin air as the market bubble burst.
But now Su Ming can at least persuade them not to die, he knows that he only needs to hold on for a few more years.
Until Roosevelt came to power in 1933, the New Deal would allow everyone to survive. During this time, if they were willing to work for Su Ming, then Su Ming would be able to feed all his guests in New York City.
"Sing for us, you are a pianist, sing for us, just tonight, we are all looking forward to your melody, we all share this feeling..."
Su Ming lightly pressed the last few buttons, stood up and walked to his room.
He nodded and smiled at the applauding people. Except for his own employees, no one knew that he was the owner of the winery. In their opinion, he was just a regular visitor to a bar. He often chatted with them and had fun together. People.
But it feels good. The black pot can be carried by the gin. Isn’t the kid used to carry the pot?
He snapped his fingers and motioned to the bartender for a round of drinks from the audience. Amidst the gratitude of everyone, he hinted that the gin wine came with him.
