Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 822 Hong Kong Stock Market Opens

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.

The monstrous words confuse the public!

"How many people from Huazi Group are here?"

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.

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

"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.

"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."

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Who will Li Jiankun be then?

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.

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.

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

Nonsense!

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

"Dong Haoyun is not here either."

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

"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."

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

Just a broke piece of trash.

"Li Jiankun is not here."

"Huh?" Henry was slightly startled.

Thousands of investors poured into the trading floor.

"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."

"Hahahaha!"

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.

"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 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.

"Swish, swish, swish -"

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?"

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

To relieve the hatred in my heart.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

"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 filling out transaction forms in front of him and asked: "There are so many unfavorable factors and the economic outlook is bleak. You should not sell stocks quickly and stop in time." Are you losing money? Just like what economic experts suggest, if you still buy 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."

"What a great thing it is for Hong Kong City to return. My father has been looking forward to it for many years. He is now old and has poor health. In his own words, he has to live for another three to five years. Yesterday, he learned that 1997 was coming back and he was very happy. He didn't sleep at night, and said that the Lord of Hell would not even try to take away his life, and he would have to wait until Jiuqi."

Henry: "???"

His two companions were sweating like rain. These dog slaves rebelled, rebelled!
Boom!
Half o'clock.

"Come on, citizens!" an old man with white hair and beard raised his arms and shouted, taking the lead in running towards the trading desk at full speed.

"Old man, please correct me and call me comrades."

"That's right, comrades, rush!"

Investors swarmed to several trading desks, stretching out their arms and handing over filled-in transaction orders.

The three Henrys did get their wish and saw the scene of notes flying all over the sky, but it was not a transaction order to sell stocks, but to buy.

Buy like crazy.

Not all investors may be optimistic about the stock market. However, humans are animals born with a herd mentality. When they see more people being optimistic about the stock market and buying a large number of stocks, these people smell the smell of wealth and immediately follow up.

On the roof of the trading hall, there is a big butt-shaped TV hanging. The content displayed on the screen is different from the dense characters on other TV screens. There is only a string of numbers that almost takes up the entire screen——

That's the Hang Seng Index.

The stock market opened at 895:, and the Hang Seng Index was at points when the market was closed yesterday.

Twelve seconds later, the Hang Seng Index jumped to 896 points.

Thirty seconds later, 897 points.

Forty-eight seconds later, 898 points.

Fifty-two seconds later, 899 points.

The three Henrys looked up at the TV screen, watching helplessly as the Hang Seng Index exceeded 900 points, and the index rose faster and faster. In this winter weather, their clothes were soaked with sweat.

pat!

Henry's feet were weak and he staggered, almost falling. "It's over, Robert, Andrzej, it's over!"

"I have eyes..."

"What should I do? Go and inform everyone quickly."

"Do we deserve to inform you? No one knows yet..."

There is indeed no need for them to inform. Within the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, everyone in the British-owned group cried for their father and mother. On the contrary, the small number of Chinese-owned groups cheered.

In sharp contrast.

Effie's heart, which had been hanging in her throat for several days, finally fell.

Li Jiacheng smiled broadly and said with a hint of respect: "Mr. Ai, when it comes to playing securities, I only obey Jiankun."

Effie smiled back: "Boss Li also made a lot of money this time."

"Hey, Tuo Jiankun's blessing is nothing compared to him." Li Jiacheng waved his hands repeatedly, but it was not difficult for anyone to see that he was in an extremely happy mood at this time.

After this battle, his family will officially become a billionaire.

What excites him even more is that he will have more funds to buy British companies at the bottom.

Effie pursed her lips and chuckled: "Boss Li, just keep having fun, I'm going to report to the boss."

"We have to report. The overall situation has been decided. Let's report the good news quickly. Speaking of which, Jiankun is really big-hearted. He still hasn't shown up today..."

Victoria Peak, Manor No. 31 Polo Road.

Jingle Bell!
The phone in the living room rang, and the first person to eject from the sofa was Ding Zhaoling.

The Fugui brothers and Ran Zi all looked at a white landline phone on a wooden stand for a dedicated phone.

Huang Yinzhu, who took off his shoes and lay lazily on the sofa, glanced at someone casually and saw that he had no intention of moving his buttocks. He motioned to Ding Zhaoling, who had already stood up, to answer the phone, and couldn't help but stamp him.

"Who is different?" Li Jiankun was speechless.

Ding Zhaoling walked to the beautifully carved sandalwood table, her fair and chubby little hands trembling slightly, and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Aunt Ding?" Effie's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me," Ding Zhaoling swallowed and asked, "How is it?"

"Tell my brother that his long plan succeeded."

"It's done?" Endless joy bloomed on Ding Zhaoling's face.

Everyone in the living room heard these two words.

Ran Zi jumped up with excitement, and the wealthy brothers were delighted and gave each other a slap in the face.

No one knew, Li Jiankun secretly let out a long breath.

Huang Yinzhu, who had been nonchalant just now, jumped off the sofa with bare feet and stared in the direction of the phone stand: "Mom, was it successful?"

"Yes, Effie's phone number is done!"

"Ha~"

(End of this chapter)