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Bang!

Wall Street, New Century Financial Corporation headquarters.

In the president's luxurious office, an exquisite Apple phone was smashed to the ground, and the middle-aged man who smashed the phone was still puzzled.

He raised his foot and started to chase and stomp on the broken phone.

He didn't stop until he had completely crushed the phone. His hands and feet stopped moving, but his words didn't stop:

"Good dream? Damn, how can this be a good dream?"

"How dare this beast say the word 'good dream'?"

"ah!"

While cursing, the middle-aged man raised his foot and stomped on the phone.

Under his violent attack, the phone was completely scrapped and turned into a pile of parts.

At this time, the middle-aged man also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at his subordinates beside him. He raised his finger and pointed. In the end, he did not curse out loud, but asked softly:

"How much liquid funds are left in the company's account?"

Just after the question was asked, a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, long blond hair, and a white business suit, who looked extremely capable and intellectual, stepped forward and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses with her right hand:

"Mr. Harley, according to statistics from half an hour ago, the current liquid funds we can immediately mobilize are 60 million US dollars."

"With a forty-eight-hour delay, that amount would have increased to $500 million."

"If it is delayed to ninety-six hours, the amount will reach $1.2 billion."

"but……"

"Twenty minutes ago, several banks where we deposited funds closed their accounts!"

"Close the account?" Harley blinked, turned around and looked at the Minister of Finance Natalia with an incredible expression.

Closing an account means that at the end of an accounting period, a company or bank will seal its account and prohibit any modification or addition of new accounts or vouchers.

For review by the company or bank's audit department.

In short, the accounts of companies and banks will be blocked to prevent the flow of funds in and out.

But now...

It is now exactly the end of December, and if you really want to make up a story, the bank does have a reason to freeze the account.

Damn!

After spitting on the ground, Harley pressed his hands on his temples and anxiously turned around in front of Natalia. After turning around twice, he suddenly returned to the Minister of Finance:

“When will the bank unblock the account?”

When asking this question, Harley's eyes were full of expectations. As the second largest subprime loan company in America, he, as the CEO, was certainly no weakling and naturally had his own network of relationships.

With the help of these networks, he can ask investors to postpone the time of withdrawing their investments. It doesn't take too long, just half a month or even a week, and he can take money from one pocket to pay for another and turn everything around.

Then, under his expectant gaze, Finance Minister Natalia licked her lips with her bright red tongue and shook her head gently:

"According to the information I got from the bank, this closure will last at least a month, and it may even be two or three months."

The time that came out of Harley's red lips made the expectation in his eyes dissipate little by little. He lowered his head and returned to his seat, leaning his whole body on it, supporting his chin with his right hand, looking at the ceiling, and kicking his feet on the ground.

After being kicked like this, his whole body was like a merry-go-round, spinning in circles on the spot.

After turning around for who knows how many times, he suddenly stopped and waved his hand at his subordinates in front of him with an annoyed look on his face:

After a few beeps, the phone was connected and a gentle but worried voice sounded:

"Honey, is there something wrong? Is it serious?"

This gentle voice made Harley's eyes fill with tears in an instant. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, so he could only let the tears slide down.

After a long while, he finally controlled his emotions, took a few deep breaths, and said to the person on the other end of the phone in a crying voice: "Shana, you must remember what I say next."

"Now, go to school and take your child away immediately. Don't go home. Don't tell anyone. Go to the airport immediately and buy the nearest ticket to go abroad."

"After going abroad, go to Russia... go to China."

"It's safer over there."

"Remember these words and act now."

"Finally, I love you!"

After saying this, Harley grabbed the coffee cup on the table and went out. He poured a large cup of hot tea in the pantry, naturally inspected the staff office, and then returned to his own office.

Open the front cover of the computer case and sprinkle the water in the coffee cup evenly into the computer case.

The hot water and the live parts collided, creating sparks in an instant.

Electric sparks flashed, accompanied by crackling sounds.

He waited until the sparks stopped flashing, then Harley unplugged the plug, bent down, took out the computer storage disk, jumped on it and stomped on it twice, completely crushing the storage disk.

Then he made two mobile phones of his own in the same way.

After doing all this, he looked around the office with a nostalgic look on his face.

Once, twice.

Without looking at it for the third time, after finishing the second look, he turned around, climbed out of the window vent, and fell from the building dozens of stories high.

"I am Superman!" In mid-air, Harley made a Superman move, and as soon as he finished the move, he crashed to the ground.

With a thud, a passing Wall Street elite was almost hit, but he just screamed, cursed his bad luck, turned around, grabbed the phone and continued walking forward.

After taking two steps, another person fell to the ground.

The man jumped from a relatively low floor and did not die immediately after landing on the ground. Instead, he raised his bloody hand and waved at the Wall Street elite.

Just across the street from Wall Street, just around the corner is the Nasdaq headquarters.

This is the world's largest financial trading center. Every day, countless funds flow in and out here.

Transit here and then go to where you need to go, or return to the hands of investors.

This is also a holy place for countless entrepreneurs. After all, all entrepreneurs want to ring the bell here and list their companies here.

On the top floor of the headquarters, in a huge conference room, the main leaders of Nasdaq headquarters all gathered together, staring at the big screen in front of the conference room.

On the big screen are the stock charts of leading companies listed on NASDAQ.

Before yesterday, these stocks were still in the green and rising wildly, but as soon as the market opened today, these stocks started falling like crazy.

Red, all red, blood red, so red that it is blinding, so red that it breaks one’s heart.

Under this blood-red color, the stock has turned into a horizontal straight line.

This is Nasdaq's circuit breaker mechanism.

When the market expects the daily decline or increase to reach a certain level, the circuit breaker mechanism will be triggered.

Once the circuit breaker mechanism is triggered, stock trading will stop, and those who are trapped will be trapped even more. Those who want to make money can only watch others make money.

Walter Padrick sat at the main seat, looking at the big screen for a moment, then turned around and looked at the other people in the conference room:

"Everyone, the stock price drop has triggered the circuit breaker mechanism and trading has been stopped."

"Please keep what I am about to say confidential."

"We only talk about this in this meeting room. Once you leave this meeting room, this thing won't happen."

Two serious words, matched with a serious expression, don't let other people in the conference room know that what Walter is going to say next may not be suitable to remember.

These people naturally put away their notebooks, put down their pens, and then looked at Walter eagerly, wanting to hear his opinions.

Walter, who was sitting in the main seat, was also looking at his colleagues.

After waiting for a while, and not waiting for anyone to speak, he continued:

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"I know some of you have a little bit of conscience, but I want to say that your conscience is not worth mentioning when it comes to your life and property."

"Next, my colleagues from the technical department will be busy for 20 minutes. I need several 20-minute trading windows."

"I'll give you the exact start time and the exact end time."

"At the same time, you need to ensure that funds in the target account can flow in and out quickly during this 20-minute trading window."

"That's all I have to say!"

“Work!”

As soon as he said this, Walter stood up and slapped the table:

"Everyone, this is America!"

This slap also made other people in the conference room wake up. They stood up silently, lined up towards the door of the conference room, and then left.

Several people from the technical department acted the fastest. They got into the elevator, went downstairs, returned to the office and started working.

When everything was ready, Walter received a call from the head of the technical department.

In the office, Walter listened to the call from the head of the technical department, then took out his cell phone and dialed another number.

After communicating with the person on the other side, he took out a stopwatch from the drawer, placed two mobile phones in front of him, and took a deep breath:

"start!"

At the command, the stopwatch countdown was pressed.

At the same time, the technical department also opened permissions to allow the corresponding accounts to trade stocks.

The stopwatch ticked away. After a while, Walter took a look and found that it was still early, so he raised his head again. After a while, he took another look and found that it was still early.

At that moment, he felt that twenty minutes was very long, as if it were several centuries.

For a moment, the only sounds in the huge office were his heavy breathing and the ticking sound of the stopwatch.

Finally, the stopwatch hand returned to zero, followed by the sound of a ding-ding-ding bell.

The ringing disrupted Walter's thoughts, and he immediately woke up and yelled at the two phones:

"Close the permissions! Now!"

On the other end of the phone, the person in the technical department heard the instruction and immediately shut down the trading permissions, returning the entire exchange to a closed state.

A few minutes later, the head of the technical department's phone rang again. It was Walter calling:

"Get ready for the second twenty minutes!"

…………

Arlington, Virginia.

In Wade Roosevelt's luxurious villa, several important figures of the Roosevelt family sat together, staring at the computer screen in front of them.

There is a progress bar on the computer screen, the progress bar for funds transfer.

Now, this green progress bar has reached 93.55%.

In just a short while, all the funds placed in the financial market can be recovered and returned to the Roosevelt family foundation.

As everyone looked forward to it, the green progress bar reached 100%, and finally a prompt box popped up.

【Funds transferred! Please check carefully! 】

Upon seeing this dialog box, a younger blond man in the crowd hurried forward, sat in front of the computer, and started typing on the keyboard. Then he switched the computer screen to the financial account page of the foundation controlled by the Roosevelt family.

There is a long string of numbers in the financial account.

And below this long string of numbers is a percentage.

Investment capital loss rate: -12.21%.

Looking at this number, the group of older people behind the young man raised their hands and pounded on their chests, crying and wailing:

"At the time I said we shouldn't invest in those projects. Now we're losing money!"

"12.21%, such a huge loss, I don't know how long it will take us to make back the money."

"I told you at the time, don't invest in real estate, don't invest in real estate, but you didn't believe me, ah!"

With this person as an example, others began to beat their chests and stamp their feet, and also began to howl in agony.

Wade stood nearby, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, shaking the glass gently, and looking quietly at the people in front of him.

These people howled for a while, and when they found that Wade didn't pay any attention to them, they simply stopped howling, sat up straight, cast inquiring eyes at Wade, and then asked:

"Wade, how are you going to make up for these losses?"

The one who answered the question was Wade's disdainful look.

He drank the champagne in his hand, slowly walked to the computer, raised his hand, slapped all these people away, and then tapped on the keyboard with both hands. The page on the screen turned into the announcement issued by the manager of Norman Investment Bank before his death.

He dragged the webpage aside, opened the browser again, searched for a while, and found news about several banks experiencing bank runs.

He placed these pages side by side on the computer screen, turned around, looked at the group of people behind him, and sneered:

"You are so scared by a mere 12.21% loss. No wonder you can't achieve anything."

"Except for Norman Investment Bank, the bankruptcy of the banks mentioned in the news is a foregone conclusion."

"Next, they will definitely release the high-quality assets they have."

"With the power of our Roosevelt family, it is easy to swallow up these high-quality assets."

"Once we have these assets, we can afford a few more 12.21%."

"What we have to do now is to add fuel to the fire and make the financial crisis even more severe!"