Rebirth: My 80s

October th.

U.S. stocks opened and continued to plummet.

It took away the last bit of hope for many people.

The sky above Wall Street was gloomy.

Karma!

Karma!

A few crows flew by, making shrill cries.

The streets were sparsely populated, and stock contracts, now as good as waste paper, thrown from the buildings on both sides, fluttered wildly in the cold wind.

Occasionally, some people wear high-end custom-made suits, but their clothes are in disarray, wandering the streets like zombies.

Some people no longer had the strength to lift their feet, so they sat on the curb and cried bitterly.

A red Lamborghini is parked downstairs in Tongyun Building.

Looking up, on the edge of the roof of the 32nd floor, there stood a middle-aged man, looking stiff.

This man's name is Bateman, a well-known banker in New York and vice president of a financial company.

"Look, it looks like a tomb."

Bateman looked down at the desolate Wall Street from a high place and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "No one even cares about my death."

He had expected there to be some witnesses downstairs.

Send him on his last journey.

However, it did not.

The scene of someone jumping off a building, a crowd of people watching below, and rescue workers setting up inflatable cushions only happens on TV.

He should have understood one thing long ago: Wall Street has no sympathy.

"I, I don't want to die..."

But there is no way.

The huge debt is despairing.

Bateman leaped forward.

After several seconds.

Bang!

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep…

He smashed his Lamborghini sports car.

Bateman's death seemed to have set off some kind of signal.

For a period of time thereafter, the alarm sounds for collecting bodies almost never stopped on Wall Street.

In comparison, jumping off a building is considered rational.

The New York Times reported a vicious incident:

Fifty-eight-year-old stockholder Aaron Berg committed suicide by igniting gas in a hotel, causing a huge explosion.

However, no casualties were announced.

Extreme despair breeds extreme anger, which spreads outward with Wall Street as the center.

boom!

There was a loud bang inside 40 Wall Street.

In America, where guns are rampant, people know best what this sound is.

The people from Jinding International Investment Company heard it especially clearly.

The gunshots seemed to explode in my ears.

Bang!

The office door was knocked open, and Liu Jingyan rushed in without knocking. She looked at Li Jiankun, who was standing by the window with a frown on his face, and said:

“Leave now!

"Leave New York!"

Li Jiankun didn't say anything, but pointed at the ceiling and asked, "What's going on upstairs?"

"They are all crazy! Those who have lost too much obviously don't want to live anymore and want to drag others to take their place before they die."

The word "Chuan" appeared between Liu Jingyan's eyebrows.

He looked anxious and felt uneasy.

Although the news has not spread due to the influence of other information, everyone on Wall Street knows that in this stock market crash, Jinding Company and the man in front of them are the biggest winners.

Many people cannot survive because of the losses.

You made a fortune.

Liu Jingyan definitely has reason to worry.

Now, the gunshots are very close!

"Ruilin Company?" Li Jiankun asked again.

There is an investment bank upstairs.

Because the building is close to the water, you can see the moon first.

The company boss once visited Li Jiankun.

After seeing Liu Jingyan nod, Li Jiankun walked towards the door:

"Go and have a look."

blind!

Liu Jingyan opened her eyes wide and immediately blocked the door.

Although he knew that she was concerned about him, Li Jiankun still put on a stern face and said, "Get out of the way!"

He didn't mean to join in the fun.

He was prepared to get involved a little to verify something.

Otherwise, if he leaves the company and leaves New York, will he be safe?

After he leaves, will the rest of the company be safe?

Besides, his plan was far from complete.

Liu Jingyan shuddered slightly, hesitated and stepped aside, then rushed out of the room before Li Jiankun, shouting in both Chinese and English:

"Zhang Gui, Zhang Fu!

"Captain Richie, bring some men to protect the boss!"

five minutes later.

A group of people surrounded Li Jiankun, guarding him in the middle, and came to Ruilin Investment Company upstairs.

There were many employees standing in the corridor outside the glass entrance door of Ruilin Company.

It must be said that the American people are ultimately bolder when faced with gun crimes, and are most likely accustomed to them.

Seeing Li Jiankun appear, all the employees of Ruilin looked at him.

"What's going on?" Li Jiankun asked, glancing at them.

A manager-like man smiled bitterly and replied, "One of our old clients, Arthur Kane, has always kept his funds in our investment bank, and this time he lost too much.

"I just fired a shot, luckily it hit my leg.

"However, judging from his appearance, he probably doesn't want to live anymore. I'm afraid Klein will not be able to escape."

Li Jiankun asked: "Not Mays?"

"Our boss didn't come today. His investment has been managed by Manager Klein."

After understanding the whole story, Li Jiankun walked towards the door of Ruilin Company:

"I gonna go see."

"You, please be careful."

The crowd automatically separated into an aisle.

Richie, the security captain of Jinding Company and a retired lieutenant of the Marine Corps, led the others to form a shield defense under his command.

The Fugui brothers pressed close to Li Jiankun's body.

A group of people slowly moved into Ruilin Company.

There is an open office hall at the entrance.

There were three people in the hall at this time.

A middle-aged man sat on the ground, sweating profusely, with a gunshot wound to his left leg, staining his white suit pants red.

Next to him, squatting, was a young girl in a sky blue suit, her face pale with fear and her hands on her head.

The middle-aged man is Klein, a senior investment manager at Ruilin Company.

The young girl was his secretary, a top student at Harvard Business School, and had only been working there for two years.

There was another man standing in front of them, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a Glock pistol in the other.

Obviously it was Arthur, an old customer of Ruilin Company.

Hearing the noise, Arthur turned around and pointed his gun at the person who came.

Richie immediately raised his fist, signaling everyone to stop, then he stretched out his right hand with a palm, pressed down and said, "Don't get excited, you see, we don't have weapons."

Arthur looked them over carefully, then moved his finger away when he felt the trigger.

When he was about to ask something, his peripheral vision caught a face and his gaze instantly moved back to fix on Li Jiankun.

At this moment, Klein, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly pointed at Li Jiankun and said in surprise:

"Arthur, Arthur, if you want to drag someone down with you, go find him!

“No one has made more money than him in this stock market crash.

"I am also a victim, and Ruilin Company and I have suffered a lot of losses."

Klein raised his pistol again and pointed it at Li Jiankun with intent.

Richie quickly signaled everyone to gather their formation.

The wealthy brothers were sweating profusely.

Li Jiankun narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed Richie's little movements.

In the United States, many civilians have gun licenses, not to mention professional security personnel.

Richie's gun was well hidden, or rather his position was very good, with the gun at his waist, where Arthur couldn't see it.

boom!

"what--"

A scream came.

It came from the mouth of Klein who was lying on the ground.

Arthur pointed his gun at Li Jiankun for less than three seconds before moving it away and shooting Clark in the other leg.

The female secretary next to Clark sat down on the ground with a thud.

I managed not to scream.

"Why should I drag him down with me?"

Arthur sipped his whiskey and said, "He didn't hurt me.

“Instead, he issued repeated warnings in the media.

"It's you!"

Arthur stared at Klein with red eyes and shouted:

“I clearly asked you at the beginning whether the stock market would crash as he said.

"You swore it was impossible.

“And it allowed me to continue to hold a large position.

"The results of it?

“Klein, I’m bankrupt now, and it’s all your fault.

"If I can't live, then neither can you.

"And you!"

Arthur turned the gun and aimed at the secretary.

The secretary finally lost her temper and cried, "No, it's none of my business."

"You fart!"

Arthur sneered, "You and him always play double roles together, and you speak better than you sing."

Arthur's finger was seen approaching the trigger.

Suddenly, wet marks appeared on the secretary's blue skirt.

Just then, there was a noise outside the door.

The police finally arrived.

Boom!

Arthur dropped the bottle instantly.

He rushed over and picked up the female secretary, who was still able to walk freely, and put her in front of him, pressing the Glock pistol against the secretary's right temple.

"Who are you? Get out of here!"

A team of police rushed in with guns, and the leader shouted at Li Jiankun and others.

Several police Smith & Wesson pistols were pointed at Arthur.

The female secretary was so frightened that she shouted in panic: "No, no, he will really shoot!"

Arthur showed a sick smile, sniffed the fragrance of the female secretary's hair, and said provocatively: "Come on, shoot, as long as I die later than the two of them, I don't care how I die."

The leading police officer frowned, glanced sideways at Li Jiankun and the others, and shouted again: "Get out of here!"

"are you an idiot?"

Li Jiankun, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Leading police officer: “???”

"He's determined to die. It's useless to confront him with a gun. What do you think? First, beat the hostage into a hornet's nest, and then kill him?"

Police: "..."

The leading policeman glared at Li Jiankun, as if saying: Come here if you’re awesome!

Arthur laughed, looked at Li Jiankun and said, "I admire you."

Li Jiankun suddenly separated from the people in front of him, walked to the front of his own people, looked at Arthur and said:

"Take my advice, put down the gun, you still have a chance."

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then smiled sadly and said, "Chance? You don't know how much debt I owe. I have nothing now and can't pay it back at all."

"What if I told you that the stock market is going to go up soon?"

Ok?

Arthur opened his eyes wide, suddenly remembering the other party's accurate prediction of the stock market crash, and subconsciously asked: "Will it rise soon?"

Li Jiankun nodded: "Within three days."

three days?

Arthur's eyes widened, this was more accurate than before.

He suddenly glanced at Klein, who was lying on the ground, and asked, "What do you think?"

Without waiting for Klein to reply, Arthur said, "Forget it, you rubbish, it doesn't matter what you think."

After saying that, he looked at Li Jiankun again:

"Are you sure?"

"If there is no increase in the price within three days, come and find me."

Hey!

Arthur suddenly realized that if he had such accurate stock market intelligence, he might not have to die.

He still has some relatives and friends, and if he goes to them to beg them for help by threatening to commit suicide, he should be able to raise some funds for another gamble.

"But……"

Arthur glanced at the policemen and said, "I can put down my gun, but you can't arrest me. If you arrest me, how can I turn over?

"Klein, you bastard, you are not allowed to sue me. Right! Tell the police now that you forgive me.

"And you.

"Do you two agree?"

Klein and the secretary nodded repeatedly. Is this something that needs to be considered?

Li Jiankun looked at the leading policeman and said, "Don't be stupid. No matter what, wait until three days later."

With the hope of survival, Arthur's tone softened and he said repeatedly: "Yes, let's talk about it after three days. I only injured someone, not killed anyone. Besides, they have all forgiven me, so it's not a big deal."

The leading policeman had a dull expression.

Is this even possible?

I thought it would be a tug-of-war, or someone would die.

He was the first to put away his gun, followed by other police officers.

Boom!

Arthur slammed the Glock down on the desk beside him.

Seeing that the policemen really had no intention of taking action, he couldn't help but laugh, apologized repeatedly to the female secretary in front of him, and let her go.

Seeing this, the policemen put their guns back into their holsters.

At this moment, Klein, who was lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and grabbed the pistol on the edge of the table.

Swish!

The gun was not pointed at Arthur.

It's Li Jiankun.

It's too late to say.

The officers didn't have time to pull their guns from their holsters.

"Go to hell, you yellow monkey. I won't give you the chance to mess with me. He's not the only one who wants to cause trouble for me anyway. It's better for you to stay in jail!"

boom!

Before Klein pulled the trigger, a bullet shot into his forehead.

It was Richie who took action.

As an experienced professional player, he never let his guard down from beginning to end.

He was only 38 years old and had five children to support, so he didn't want to end his career early.

Besides, the new boss was very generous and treated him very well.