Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 427 438 [The Great Era]

At three o'clock that afternoon--
From HSBC Hong Kong, VIP room.

"Master Cha, this is my friend Mr. Robertson." Luo Yonghui introduced a ghost to Cha Dongchen.

Zha Dongchen shook hands with Robertson and talked.

Cha Yongxiao mortgaged [-]% of the equity in the family business to Robertson in front of him without telling his father Zha Dongchen.

Robertson was also straightforward, and directly wrote a [-] billion HSBC check, and said that he had already communicated with the bank and could withdraw it at any time.

One must know that one billion is not a small amount. Generally, banks would make an appointment three to five days in advance when encountering such a thing, but this Robertson in front of him can do this, which shows how powerful he is.

After sending the ghost Robertson away with great difficulty, Zha Yongxiao became a little excited with a check of one billion yuan, and asked Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng beside him: "Can I really continue to invest?"

"Of course, I have calculated it. If you invest another billion yuan, you can earn seven or eight billion yuan a day. Then you can exchange the mortgaged equity just now, without anyone noticing it. How wonderful!" Luo Yonghui explain.

"Yeah, although I'm not as good as Ah Hui, I also know that the current stock market is definitely long-you just need to use the equity just now as collateral, put it in the bank and sleep, and it will be OK tomorrow. As soon as you open your eyes, you will earn seven or eight hundred million yuan, and whoever sees you will call you a genius, Mr. Cha." Yang Shoucheng also said beside him, "To be honest, if it wasn't for my company's financial constraints this time, I want to invest one billion, the stock market is like a casino, the more you invest, the more you can earn!"

"But... what if you lose money?" Cha Yongxiao said hesitantly while holding the check.

Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng looked at each other with a smile, and said together: "Song Zhichao is our guiding light, and he is the one who will pay for it! It will never be Cha Shaoyou!"

Cha Yongxiao: "..."

Handed the check to Luo Yonghui.

Luo Yonghui took the check, flicked it with his fingers, and said, "Just look at it, Mr. Cha, and you will make a lot of money immediately if you put it in!"

"Uh, I hope so!" Cha Yong-hyo said.

……

What Luo Yonghui said was correct. At four o'clock in the afternoon that day, in just one hour, Cha Yongxiao had already made a full three hundred million out of the one billion invested.

The stimulation of the stock market is even sharper than that of the casino.

Cha Yongxiao became excited.

There are blue veins on the forehead.

All previous worries were gone.

Next door, a fat man knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Luo Yonghui pointed to the fat man and said to Cha Yongxiao: "What is wrong with this guy, but he wants to imitate Song Zhichao's shorting of the Soviet Union. This is a good move, and he lost all his money!"

Looking at the crying fat man, and looking at the other people on the stock exchange who are almost dead like the fat man, Cha Yongxiao knows that these people are all losers in this stock investment game—many people have spent all their money in their entire lives. go in.

"Puff"!
Someone in the hall of the exchange passed out on the ground.

The people next to him called loudly.

Many people laughed wildly, "It's gone, it's all gone!" They tore up the stocks that had turned into waste paper and threw them high into the air.

Pointing at those people, Yang Shoucheng said to Zha Yongxiao: "These people are quite pitiful. They don't have much money. They didn't stop the loss when it was time to stop the loss. They wanted to cover their positions but had no money. Now they are like this!"

At this moment, many people in the entire stock trading hall were crazy, but after careful calculation, these people accounted for a small part of the entire trading crowd. After all, many people had already recognized the current stock market facts and did not continue to crazily short the Soviet Union's economy.

Zha Yongxiao looked at the scene in front of him, and then glanced at the VIP room not far away where Song Zhichao's team was located. Ouyang Jing and the others were all in a state of desperation, obviously still trying to cover their positions.

At this moment, Cha Yongxiao suddenly sympathized with Song Zhichao.

From a "superman super" who is hailed as a genius to a "salted fish super" who will die tomorrow, how big will the gap be?
At least Cha Yongxiao couldn't bear such a gap.

"How about it, Mr. Cha, I'm right, as long as you stick to it until tomorrow, it's easy for you to earn [-] million yuan, and then we'll get out of the way, and you can also take the money to show off in front of old Mr. Cha Fan!" Luo Yonghui said to Cha Yongxiao with a smile.

Cha Yongxiao only felt warm in his heart, feeling that the "Goddess of Luck" finally had his luck this time.

Yes, just hold on until tomorrow, and I'm a real big winner!

Song Zhichao, you are doomed this time!

Cha Yongxiao gritted his teeth and made a vow.

……

That night, at eight o'clock—
Hong Kong is not too cold in winter, and many people who walk at night are just wearing thin sweaters.

In the underground tunnel in Mongkok, Hong Kong——
Underground tunnels like this are usually home to a lot of homeless people.

Some Hong Kong social workers and kind-hearted people distributed some old clothes, some bought bread, sandwiches and other food to the homeless.

In a shop in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong——
Last week's TVB variety show "Happy Tonight" is being replayed on TV.

Outside, through the window glass, a grandma who pushed a flatbed cart and picked up cardboard and glass bottles for a living stopped there, watching the gags in the show with her dizzy old eyes, showing a long-lost smile on her dry and cracked face.

"Happy Tonight" is a long-lived variety show of Hong Kong TVB. It started broadcasting on the second day (November 1967) after TVB started broadcasting in 11, and it will continue until the 20th broadcast in 1994. It was broadcast live every Friday night for 6613 years, and it was changed to live broadcast on Saturday night for a period of time in the 27s. The number of episodes produced was included in the world record.

For many Hong Kong people, no matter how hard, tired and poor they are, they still like to watch the column "Happy Tonight" because of the Hong Kong people's spirit of "making fun while suffering".

On a bridge near Wanchai, Hong Kong——
A drunk man held a wine bottle and shouted towards the sea: "I won't admit defeat! My God, why are you treating me like this!"

People passing by are not surprised. After all, there are such people every night in Hong Kong, complaining and venting their emotions to the sea and the sky.

In the Kowloon district of Hong Kong, on the balcony of a building——
The cold wind was howling, and on this cold winter night, several young people were busy making barbecue while playing Tian Wang Liming's recently popular hit song "I hope it's not just friends" --- the fragrant grilled chicken wings gave off a greasy smell in the flames. There is a sizzling sound and a tangy aroma.

……

This is the night of Hong Kong.

This is winter in Hong Kong.

This is the last few days of 1991 in Hong Kong.

No one knows what will happen in the future.To be precise, everyone is concerned about their own lives, and no one cares about the changes in the outside world, let alone those changes in the stock market that are far away from them but very close to them.

At this time, in order to live, many old people are still working hard, some adults are carrying forward, as for those young people who are used to eating, drinking and having fun, they squander their youth wantonly in dance halls, karaoke halls, and various parties. Looking wildly into the future.

This is the developed capitalist metropolis.

This is the big Hong Kong that is full of luxury and money.

In an office of TVB, a group of people are working hard to create a new TV series.

The leading young man named "Wei Jiahui" would never have imagined that the TV series they were conceiving would be so difficult to deliver—they had been discussing it day and night for a week, but until now, they had only discussed a name for this drama.

That's right, it's just the name of a TV series called "The Great Times".

They still know too little about Hong Kong's stock market situation. To be precise, they don't have solid information. In their minds, they haven't outlined an image of a king similar to the myth of the stock market --- they want to outline a "stock god" ", is so difficult.

For Wei Jiahui, he questioned, does the stock god really exist in real life?
In this regard, he expressed doubts.

(End of this chapter)