American Fortune Life

Late autumn on Wall Street. Bankruptcy, redundancy, and constant bad news are killing Wall Street.

No one is willing to lose their jobs in an economic crisis, and it is not easy to spend all day worrying about them. This winter on Wall Street will be exceptionally cold.

“Heard, the empty-headed king, still eating a lot of gold, is crazy, has been buying almost 30 billion over the last few days... ”

A trader dressed in a blue suit, worried, looking at the stock finger movement, retrieving his gaze, looking down at a colleague who was talking to him, shook his head and laughed bitterly: "Yes, since he mobilized a lot of money, everyone has been waiting to see his next move, dude, who would have thought he was all smashed into the gold market, it's crazy.

The same was said of London, where the pound sterling was affected by the surge in gold and the exchange rate against the United States dollar had fallen to its lowest level in six years. ”

Another trader couldn't help but whisper: “Why didn't he copy the bottom with the gods?" Damn, so people's panic would be minimized, but he would start to hit the gold market, and a lot of people would choose to follow him, and in five days, gold would surge from $710 to $800, and oil would plummet all the way down, and even a drop in production wouldn't stop it. ”

“Don't make him complain, don't tell me he's not buying gold with him!” The previous trader held up his sleeve, all with strong sweaty arms, pinched his chin, retracted his gaze at the change in his big stock fingers and glanced at his previously complaining colleagues with a despicable glance.

“Cough...” The man had a slightly awkward slight cough.

“It's already good that he doesn't hide his actions at all, just to make money for those willing to believe in him. As for the stock god, he lost a lot of money this time... ”

Meanwhile, the Los Angeles Times, one of the best news agencies in the United States, is slowly being destroyed by unreliable new hosts, and the relationship between the Los Angeles Times and the Forum Corporation has become increasingly tense as a result of budget, layoffs and profit slippages.

And now the parent company is tormenting itself to apply for bankruptcy protection, which makes the Times more complaining, until two days ago, when news broke out that Andy Smith, a super-rich man, intended to acquire The Los Angeles Times and bring the newspaper back into the hands of the 'locals', wanted a cyclone, immediately spread throughout Los Angeles, and let the newspaper see hope of a renewed glory.

Newspapers have long had enough of the incompetent parent company's 'big cleansing’ management, sustained drastic cuts in spending to sustain profits, and layoffs appear to be the only way the parent company can think of to "renew their lives”.

It was heard that the parent company had recently planned to lay off an additional 75 personnel, or 10 per cent of the public information staff. This has been the second downsizing of the Department of Public Information by the Los Angeles Times since July this year.

When the Los Angeles Times confirmed Andy Smith's intention to acquire, he ran a soft text on Andy Smith in the newspaper the next day, barely kneeling publicly for tian, and the newspaper was waiting for the arrival of the giant.

Samuel Zell, CEO of the forum company, faced an Andy Smith takeover letter from Gaia Investments when the Los Angeles Times was looking forward to Liberation Day, but his eyebrows were wrinkled and hard to choose from.

Now that Andy Smith is ready to acquire both the Los Angeles Times and the Miami Herald, the Miami Herald, which was meant to be sold, was delighted to invite each other to negotiate the acquisition as soon as it received the letter.

Now, almost everyone is waiting for their decision, whether they agree or disagree, as a forum company that is about to claim bankruptcy protection!

Samuel wanted to say no, but unfortunately, it had to be decided by the board, and at this time, a large amount of cash was accounted for, which was definitely what the board members liked most, after all, whether it was Barclays or MG Chase, who wanted Forums to pay off their debts.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in. ”

“Boss, Andy Smith's Instagram has updated a new photo and message... ”

Samuel frowned and looked at a secretary who had stopped saying YU words and said softly: "Say. ”

“Boss, this is his Instagram, take a look.” The secretary said, handing Samuel his crazy phone.

Samuel grabbed his cell phone and saw a photograph of several newspapers spreading randomly on a dining table, looking closely at the top two being The Los Angeles Times and The Miami Herald, followed by Newsweek, The New York Observer, The World Observer, The British Du Li and The London Standard Evening News, and the corner of various magazines.

The title of the photo is' For no reason, don't make money from them, buy it if you like. ’

Anyone who sees this phrase will be struck by this thick, light 13 gauge that makes his whole body tremble, Nima, if he likes it, he buys it, the rich man really meets any xing...

Samuel's mouth twitched a few times, also as a billionaire, he had a heartless impulse to mourn, he had played a very beautiful capital game, trying to make a fortune, who would have thought that the financial crisis would erupt and totally screwed up.

Forget it, let's hear what the directors decide...

When the outside world boiled down because of itself, Andy, a party, did not care about Instagram at all. After filling 13, he stopped smelling the outside of the window and remained obsessed with Miss Tanchu's gentle hometown.

“Fuck off, you son of a bitch, don't touch me!” Gergado, wearing a green woolen jumpsuit, pushed aside beside her sofa, stared angrily at Andy, who had her hands up and down, and continued to browse the news on the Internet.

“Cough, honey, watch the news how boring, go, let's go play games in the bedroom... ”

The corner of Gado's mouth pulled unnaturally, his silver teeth snapped and his head turned suddenly, his eyes almost flaming with a smile on Andy's face, "Why don't you play with yourself! ”

It occurred to me that since I healed, I had been tormented by this bastard in front of me without any restraint. Even if I knew the smell of the pulp, Cado had been tormented by Andy, who was happy to discover a new continent.

“Hey -" Andy sighed a little disappointed, lying down on the couch, pretending to look like he wasn't cute.

Seeing Andy playing scoundrel, Gado's mouth curled, ignoring him, continued to go online and watch those news stories about Andy.

“Did you really buy over $40 billion in gold in London and New York?” Kato is still very shocked and incredible, and although Andy has already answered, she still feels cautious when she looks at these stories.

“1”

Kato looked back at Andy with some curiosity, closed his eyes, didn't answer the question, but opened his mouth for a second, leaving Kato a little confused, so...

“2”

“Well, a Maserati's money came out, and this new car, it's for you! ”

Gado's face was frowned upon, his mouth twitched and he looked at Andy, smiling at her, swallowed his mouth, opened his mouth, and smiled bitterly. Naturally, she knew what Andy meant by that, more than 40 billion dollars of gold, which could make him make money every second, even a Maserati money every two seconds, or more. At this moment, Gaelgado finally believed that for some people money was already a digital game.

“The story says that this is a conspiracy, and that you entered the gold market so undisguised to attract the attention of some of the wind followers, then fired it up and shipped it to someone else... ”

“Phew--”

Andy grinned, then crossed his hands and put his feet behind his head on the big tui in Cado, saying faintly: “There are only two good people in the American financial market today, one being the old hooligan Warren Buffett and the other being Ben Baby. Those who believe in me will live forever! ”