American Fortune Life

“Boss, 174 tons of gold have now made you $930 million in profit as collateral for your loan at Bank of America, while $6.2 billion left in the UK has made a profit of $300 million from this wave of gold surges. ”

In the office, Andy leaned slightly forward against the upper body of the boss chair, dragged his suit down and continued to relax, resting on his feet stacked on the desk, gently shaking, seeing how happy he was to hear the news, sweeping away the depression before.

“Tsk, I made a lot of money, but I spent a lot of money on loans, interest, teams, stadiums, Marvel, AMC... Oh, my God. How do I feel like I'm making money without spending it fast? ”

When he heard his big boss complain about his passion for death, Alvitelli chooses to ignore it directly, and sometimes his boss shows a very middle-class side because he is in a good mood, and all the more intimate think-tank members of his boss have seen it.

“Also, damn the IRS, I don't want to give them any more money, do nice things, I don't want to leave my tax stains, let alone see people. ”

Andy is more of a political figure, and he doesn't want to get involved in politics because of his relationship, especially with his promising father, who recently seems to be able to see him regularly in the newspapers, who, as a leading novelist, is speaking around to help presidential candidates like the party draw votes.

“I like gold! What do you say I use a queen bed with a standard brick barrier? ”

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Alvitelli's blues on her forehead jumped, and she threw up helplessly: “It's not comfortable sleeping in a bed like that, but if the boss likes it, he can do whatever he wants, even make a toilet out of gold... ”

“Oh, I was just kidding.” Andy smiled twice, and he wasn't as vulgar as the giants in the desert, the golden toilet, the golden toilet paper, the golden Mercedes-Benz, the Tsk, the Janima loser.

Hands up a coffee cup at the edge of the desk, a beautiful sip, smashing your mouth, enjoying the autumn sun shining in by the floor-to-ceiling window, Andy squinted his eyes and lazily said: “A free gold market often reflects and measures confidence in domestic currency.

Gold is a sensitive, accurate yardstick for predicting future inflation and has a unique ability to predict inflation more than consumer prices.

When inflation arrives quietly, the proportion of gold invested can be increased to counter the threat posed by severe inflation.

Ask yourself, have you regained confidence in the constantly depreciating dollar? Have inflationary pressures in the United States and globally diminished?

If the answer is no, then where will the international gold price go without waiting for someone to tell us the answer? ”

Alvitelli was convinced that his job was to understand all the ways in which he could make money, to advise his young bosses, whether it was gold or crude oil, that the think tanks had the analytical conclusions to complete, and that people were constantly following the various investments in which the boss's funds were being hunted, making predictions and conducting risk assessments every day.

Now the think tank is a medium-sized company, and the only job for everyone is to revolve around Andy Smith, the boss.

“Boss, this is Apple's stock price trend over the last few months. After the global stock market plummeted on the second day, the stock price dropped from $21, and the think tank analyzed, an additional $210 million was invested in low suction. ”

Andy took over several Apple stock price trends that Al handed over, and had analyzed various data, and Apple disclosed a three-quarter analysis of financial statements. After a rough review, he slowly closed his eyes and began to diligently look for information about Apple stock prices in his memory.

Unfortunately, he only remembered that after breaking the 100 yuan mark in the first half of 12 years, he started planting down, as if because of the unexpected good sales of Love 5, resulting in a decline in profits on financial returns, coupled with a spike year after year, a large number of investors started throwing up, hoping that the income bag would fall, leading to a serious plunge.

But there was another spike in the late period. Anyway, it was a golden thigh. It must be right to hold its shares, but you can't hold it in your arms. Anyway, next year the world will be closed next year in 08.

“What is the price of stress in the next phase?” Andy looked casually at the information in his hand and asked directly if he could find it.

“$30. ”

“Then in December, throw it all away when it's close to $30, and let them have it for themselves, $29, $28, $27, so long as you're in this section, don't worry about the impact, be sure to clear your position by the end of December. In 2008, the real winter is here! ”

Alvitelli's expression on his face is also a Rin, and he gets aggravated. He deals with a lot of data every day and naturally understands the changes that have taken place over the past year. Whether it's bankruptcy, unemployment data, or watching the false prosperity on Wall Street, there are a lot of layoffs behind him, watching the sudden outflow of homeless people on the street, he clearly knows that the financial tsunami will swallow a lot of people, a lot of families, and it will be a huge man-made disaster!

A catastrophe blown by greedy vampires on Wall Street, but buried by people all over the United States and all over the world.

Andy spent most of the next few days like a king, patrolling his own territory, TV, Marvel checking on the progress of the walking corpse; the newspaper, and showing up at the model company, enjoying the wonderful experience of a group of highly-sized fantasies, watching a Red Bulls soccer game where the audience was dissatisfied, and it turns out, it's still a football desert, but, again, meeting with management to get players like Fico to New York who are comparable to Beckham in the Los Angeles Galaxy.

A game for the New York Giants, although it makes up for the knowledge of the football field, is still a bit obnoxious to see, but the atmosphere on the field does feel like watching football in Europe. New York is the best ball market, because Andy's winner has increased his investment to take the troubled Giants out of shape and make the game even better.

Of course, watching the ball live, naturally it was his Andy's girlfriend from the ocean horse, and the invited cp family, cough, Andy's all kinds of bragging about cp facing the interview lens is really a black line, but even if it doesn't feel good anymore, accept it, who let Andy sleep with his baby daughter all day long?

“Woo... ”

The white JIAO girl with red nail polish slowly restored the quiet she should have been in the bedroom in the morning after a few hours of desperate push-ups. Of course, if some discord sounds were ruled out, it would be quite quiet...

Slowly restored the divine Ivana, ignoring the dripping xianghan on her face and body, pushed away her boyfriend like a giant bear, pillowed on his arm, stuck in his arms, felt the comfort of being caressed on her back, and the sweet line became a little dull, saying: "We won't see each other until Thanksgiving. “

”Ha ~“ Andy looked down at his girlfriend's delicate face pressing her chin against his xiong mouth and said softly: ”Didn't you always refuse before, saying something about eating too much and holding on a bit... What, this is just full, and you can't take it anymore? “

“Yeah, yeah, or I'll be in Los Angeles with you...” Ivana Meiyu's chun intentions made her smile even more flattering, but she just finished and couldn't help but sigh of her loss. The key reason why she was able to leave her other siblings behind as the number two figure in the cp group was her diligence and ability, her prolonged presence with her father, and the tremendous impact on him, that she could not easily give up her inner ambitions and her own career.

“Well, it's not how long we'll be apart, we'll be together in over two weeks, and if I remember correctly, your Aunt Flo will be here in a few days... Oops, don't pinch it, it is. As soon as your Aunt Flo arrives, I'll have to stare. ”

Andy's words made Ivana squeak her mouth, snort her fingers out and light Andy's nostrils and say, "You have nothing else to do. This is what you do with your head... ”

“This is the normal and harmonious relationship, I'm with you, not all day long to create life with you, do we recite fourteen lines together? Discuss the novel? That's what's wrong! Peony died under...” Andy flipped a white-eyed spit chute.