Rebirth: My 80s

Orange sunlight filtered through the white gauze and spilled into the room. Li Jiankun rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.

Even in the port city, you can still feel a hint of winter in the morning of this season.

After dressing and washing, Li Jiankun walked out of the room and saw a girl sitting in the small living room on the second floor. Even if she put on heavy makeup, she couldn't hide her panda eyes.

"Look at what time it is. If you haven't changed your clothes yet, Effie has already left." Huang Yinzhu poked a Patek Philippe on her wrist and looked up and down at Li Jiankun, who was wearing a homely cotton coat.

"I don't plan to go." Li Jiankun said.

"Aren't you going to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange?" Huang Yinzhu opened her eyes wide.

Li Jiankun spread his hands: "What are you going to do? Futures trading, buying and selling, plus today is a special day, no matter whether the market rises or falls after the market opens in the morning, even if someone invests tens of billions temporarily, It can’t change the big trend.”

This is the reason... Huang Yinzhu got up from the sofa, walked to his side, and looked at him in circles, as if admiring an alien. "Are you not nervous at all?"

"That said, whoever spends 40 billion to play a game can not be nervous?" Li Jiankun smiled slightly.

Huang Yinzhu said in her heart, I really didn’t notice that you were nervous and heartless. "If you lose this one..."

"If time doesn't wait for me, there's nothing I can do about it." Li Jiankun shrugged, "I've done everything I need to do. Don't worry, they say I've drained all my money. In fact, I still have an industry in mainland China and I won't let you beg for food."

Huang Yinzhu hummed, but there was a tenderness in his eyes: "Who am I to you to ask you to care about me so much?"

After that, he left with swaying waist and went back to his room to sleep. She wanted to go to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange with him, but she didn't expect that this guy looked like he didn't care at all, and she didn't care even more.

Begging for food is a lie, the worst thing is to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

Li Jiankun came downstairs and found that everyone except Xiaobai had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, including the servants and aunts. They were probably worried that he would go bankrupt and lose this well-paying job.

Xiaobai is a Shar-Pei raised by Effie.

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The Hong Kong stock market opened at 9:30 in the morning. When it was approaching 9 o'clock, Henry Robinson and his allies of the British-owned group took the lead in entering the Hong Kong Stock Exchange from the VIP channel.

Looking through the glass window at the crowded scene in front of the exchange, the anxiety in Henry's heart finally dissipated.

It was only because of the talk show on TVB last night that he almost smashed the TV.

Nonsense!

The monstrous words confuse the public!

It sounds like they are dispensable. Without them, would Hong Kong City be as glorious as it is today?

Without them, how can a Hong Kong city, one of Asia's financial centers, develop well with the mainland people who don't even know what the stock market is?

Fortunately, these yellow-skinned monkeys still have some brains.

In Henry's view, these people rushed over to block the door early in the morning, obviously hoping to rush in and sell stocks as soon as the exchange opened.

"How many people from Huazi Group are here?"

The people from the British-funded group soon discovered that, just like their mighty force, the people from the Chinese-funded group also entered the market at this time, but the number of people was not more than half of the number when they came to build a position yesterday.

"Li Jiankun is not here."

"Dong Haoyun is not here either."

Among the three main players of the Huazi Group, only one, Li Jiacheng, was present.

"Could it be that... you're already scared?"

"I heard that King Dong had a bad heart. It's understandable that he didn't come over. Otherwise, the market index would suddenly drop. It doesn't matter if you lose your money, don't lose your life too."

"Hahahaha!"

The people in the British-owned group laughed in unison.

Another good sign made Henry's mood suddenly become very good, but there was also a trace of regret. He had imagined such a scene:

After the short selling was successful, he would walk up to Li Jiankun in a grand manner, poking the kid's nose, and giving him a severe lesson.

To relieve the hatred in my heart.

Who will Li Jiankun be then?

Just a broke piece of trash.

Not to mention how much money he can make from short selling, Henry's base of 200 million Hong Kong dollars is enough to beat him.

Time passed quietly, and there were more and more staff wearing red vests in the exchange.

At 9:15, the door of the exchange opens a quarter of an hour in advance. This practice is to facilitate investors to enter the market in advance, think about transactions before the stock market opens, or write large transaction notes in advance, so as not to delay the trading opportunity.

Thousands of investors poured into the trading floor.

Thinking that it was still early, Henry invited two friends and prepared to go to the trading floor to enjoy the spectacle of notes flying all over the sky.

"Swish, swish, swish -"

When the three of them walked into the hall, they saw countless investors crowding around all the tables they could see, writing furiously. However, there are still more investors who have taken no action for the time being and gathered in front of several TV walls.

"These guys seem to have any expectations." Henry looked at a TV wall with a mocking look on his face.

"Those who are hesitant are the smallest and smallest retail investors. I don't see a bunch of old men and women." The companion said.

"Let's go and watch the excitement," Henry pointed to a nearby table. "We British companies still have some companies that have not been delisted. I really don't know what they thought. They don't blame us if they are shorted."

"What kind of British-Chinese capital is there now? There are already eggs under the cover of the nest? If the market is going to plummet, it must be to sell whatever stocks you have."

The three of them came to the table and stood on tiptoe to look at the trading orders in the hands of the investors.

"Huh?" Henry was slightly startled.

"Is there anyone else buying stocks?" His companion also noticed something was wrong.

The transaction forms filled out by most investors are actually orders to buy stocks.

Henry suppressed his disgust for the yellow-skinned monkey and hurriedly got closer, his body almost touching the stock investors. He looked left and right, his eyes opening wider and wider, and fine cold sweat overflowed from his forehead.

"No, no!" He left the table in a hurry and ran to another table, followed closely by his two companions.

After the three of them looked at several tables in succession, their faces turned pale.

Different from the imagination that investors would sell stocks crazily, the results they observed are:

There are far more people who want to buy stocks than people who want to sell them. Many, many more people want to buy stocks.

"Why? Are you crazy?"

Henry looked at a group of yellow-skinned monkeys in front of him who were filling out transaction orders, and asked: "With so many unfavorable factors and a bleak economic outlook, shouldn't you sell stocks quickly and stop losses in time? Just like what economic experts recommend. , If you are still buying stocks, do you want to lose even your pants?"

The stock investors around him turned their heads when they heard the sound and pointed at Henry.

"This ghost guy is in a hurry."

"So I say, at this time, the more important it is to protect the market and not let these ghosts steal our hard-earned money."

"He actually thinks we're going to sell stocks like crazy? It's like he thinks we can't survive without them."

"Isn't it better to follow the mainland? He thought they were an empire on which the sun never sets."