Chapter 602: A Grain of Sand in the Times (Fourth update, please subscribe)
The next day, before dawn, the newspaper delivery person delivered the newspaper to every household's mailbox and in front of the house.
A newspaper and a few bottles of milk are the first things many Nanyang people see when they open the door.
Like many people, Chen Liang has the habit of reading newspapers. Of course, he didn't need to open the door to get the newspaper himself; his wife would do it for him.
If it weren't for the lack of room, this matter should be done by the servants.
However, in a few months they will move into their new home, the "dormitory" in Arthur's Rubber Plantation. Those houses were originally designed with servants' quarters in mind.
You can hire some servants when you move there. Although it is not easy to hire workers in Nanyang, after all, most people prefer to go to factories, so this is not a big deal. After all, it is possible to hire foreign workers in Nanyang - such as hiring maids from the Philippines.
In fact, Chen Liang has already planned that he will set up a company to hire maids from the Philippines. Those rich people definitely need servants, he just needs to earn some commission from them.
As soon as he finished washing up, Chen Liang walked to the dining room and drank a cup of tea first. When his wife brought breakfast to the table, he had already picked up the newspaper.
“The weather is nice today…”
When picking up the newspaper, Chen Liang glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. As he said this, Chen Liang unfolded the newspaper and took a brief look. Suddenly, he screamed fiercely.
"This, this...how can this be like this!"
Chen Liang roared loudly and suddenly sat down again, with only one thought left in his mind - I'm done!
"It's over, it's over..."
The pair of dead fish-like eyes stared at the newspaper, and saw a piece of news written in the newspaper - Washington believed that Nanyang had nothing to do with Nazi gold.
As for the content of the news, it is very simple. The White House spokesperson declared that "based on the evidence currently available, there is no evidence to prove that Nazi gold exists in Southeast Asia!".
“We believe that the investigation team of the Three-Country Gold Return Commission should issue a report as soon as possible...”
It’s over...
It’s really over now!
At this moment, the phone rang, and the harsh ringing echoed in the room, but Chen Liang just sat there with a pale face.
...
In the hall of the gold exchange, the price of gold kept falling like a heavy stone. The market, which was originally full of excitement and hustle and bustle, is now filled with a heavy atmosphere.
The familiar excitement and expectation can no longer be seen on the faces of those speculators who were excited to eat "shark fin rice with rice" yesterday. Instead, they are filled with deep worry and panic.
They sat in front of the trading desk, staring closely at the price trend on the blackboard, and their hearts were filled with helplessness and despair. Those investors who were once confident are now like boats swept away by the storm, teetering on the edge with nowhere to escape. Their faces were pale, their fingers were trembling, and they kept refreshing the screen, hoping to see a price rebound in the next moment.
A depressing atmosphere filled the hall, as if even the air had solidified. The tragic situation of investors is like a vivid picture, displayed in front of everyone's eyes. Some of them frowned, some gnashed their teeth, some bowed their heads in thought, and some sighed repeatedly. Their mood, like the falling gold price, was gloomy.
At this moment, the gold exchange is no longer a money-making machine in their eyes, but a bottomless pit that swallows up their wealth. Their hopes and dreams are shattered in this ruthless market. Their tragic situation is a testimony to the ruthlessness of the market and the price of their blind pursuit of profits.
“Damn it, the American devil deserves to be beaten a thousand times...”
Suddenly, I don’t know who cursed, and for a while the hall was full of curses, everyone Everyone blames Americans for the collapse of gold prices.
If the Americans hadn’t supported the committee’s investigation, how could the price of gold in Nanyang have risen, and how could they have seen the opportunity for speculation?
And now, the damn Yankee actually said something else - Nanyang is innocent.
Doesn't this cost their lives?
The price of gold collapsed!
Thousands of miles away!
Those who have added leverage and bought physical gold have all fallen into deep despair. Some people who were planning to buy luxury houses there yesterday have even begun to meet each other. Go choose that building.
The capital market has always been so cruel. Some people lose and some win.
While some people went to the rooftop, others celebrated their profits there. ......
"Cherish life and stay away from speculation..."
When he put down the phone, Li Yian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief...
Okay, it’s finally over!
With the plummeting price of gold on the gold exchange, this gamble between speculators and bookmakers is finally over.
The result is destined - at the expense of speculators taking to the rooftops.
Although some people will jump off buildings, Li Yian has no sympathy for those people, because... this is capital!
When they choose to play capital speculation games, they must pay the price for their actions.
“If you want to bet on the national destiny of Nanyang, you are still far away...”
In fact, what annoys Li Yi'an the most in this matter is not speculation, but those speculators betting on the national destiny of Nanyang. It seems that to them, the national destiny is not as important as the country at all. This is the most naked side of capital. !
In front of capital, there is no country, only interests and money!
What if they win the bet?
Fortunately, the final winner is myself!
Although Li Yian knew the result, he did not expect that the harvest would end in another way-with assistance from the United States!
"Harry..."
Shaking his head slightly, Li Yian did not continue. In fact, he did not have any anger about Harry's choice.
What about old friends?
In Washington, the game has its rules. For politicians, they first consider their own political interests, and then others. Anyone who can achieve that position will definitely not They will be influenced by their feelings, and they will give certain rewards to their friends, but when their friends may become a burden, they will abandon their pawns to save their commander as soon as possible.
Why is Truman now on the side of Nanyang? To put it bluntly, it is not only the relationship between the two, but also involving interests-gold!
Neither the financial officials in Washington nor the financiers on Wall Street would tolerate anyone harming the "international trade delivery system" they had finally formulated with New York delivery as the core. Therefore, when gold began to be extracted from Nanyang, Truman This matter must be addressed.
“This is politics!”
Li Yian said softly with a cold smile.
"Old friend, I understand you this time, but I won't agree without some compensation!"
What compensation do you want?
If not
The corners of Li Yian's mouth raised slightly, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
Just when Li Yian was planning to get some more benefits from Truman, he was tens of thousands of kilometers away. Outside Washington, in the Oval Office of the White House, Truman was flipping through reports when he suddenly sneezed.
"Sneeze..."
Pinching his nose and glancing at the window, Truman muttered to himself in confusion.
"The windows are closed, what's going on? Do you have a cold?"
While talking to himself, Truman turned his attention to the documents again. While he was giving instructions, suddenly, in the office The midnight bell rang. When the bell rang, Truman glanced at the cuckoo-style wall clock produced in Nanyang, which was a gift given to him by Li Yi'an during his last visit. He looked at the cuckoo that stuck out his head. Bird, and the hour hand pointing to 12 o'clock, Truman turned his attention to the calendar on his desk.
31st.
It was the last day of May,
So Truman reached out and tore off a calendar and said to himself.
"It's June..."
(End of this chapter)