American Fortune Life

Reports released by the United States Government indicate that the number of people who continue to apply for unemployment benefits in the United States has reached a record 49.87 million, adding to the worsening employment situation in the United States.

Just 16 days ago, US Federal Reserve Chairman Bernanke had just warned that the unemployment rate in the United States should exceed 8 percent in the coming months, and that the unemployment rate in the United States was now at 7: 6 percent, the highest in 16 years.

Since the recession in the United States economy at the end of 2007, the United States has lost at least 3.6 million jobs, half of them in the past three months.

New York City, which has traditionally been proud of its "financial capital”, has been hit harder, with unemployment as high as 7.4 per cent, and local officials expect to lose at least 6.50 million financial jobs in New York during this economic downturn.

When it comes to New York, people often hear the phrase, "Excellent, but I hate living there. ”

In the eyes of tourists, New York is always a desirable place. Revealing the luxurious and luxurious appearance, this highly developed capitalist city also shows its old side, an old one that is indelible to the depression.

New York residents are outsiders, uprooted, urban, asylum-seeking, pursuing implementation, or pursuing goals that are large or small. One of the mysterious features of New York is the ability to send such vague gifts. It can destroy a man, it can complete him, it depends largely on luck. It's best not to come to New York unless you're willing to take your chances.

At night, banks, companies, shops, firms in Midtown Manhattan gather in the streets. The sky rises high, like a steep mountain peak, and the walls are clear glass, like a crystal palace.

The colorful streetlights flash, close, tall, low, and faint, like floating in a star-filled sky. The car is like a dragon, flying past, and the taillights on it, like countless red ribbons, keep spreading away.

On a cold winter night, a middle-aged black man sitting on the corner in a semi-circular wool hat with a black coat collar raised, his waist tucked and his eyes halfclosed. The pedestrian runs by him like running water, and the flashing light sweeps past him.

No one looks at him, no one at him. Just sit there in plain sight. Nobody needs him to do anything. He sat on this lively street, in the middle of the crowd, and he had nothing to do with anything, nothing to do with the street, nothing to do with people. But he's alive. He's alive.

Does he have a home? Do you have a wife? Do you have children?

He had it all, and it's gone now. He was alone, a house, a little empty house.

He was also proud of his love scene, he was half-life, he was a millionaire, and now he is groundless.

Taste the glory of the past and curse the sadness of today.

Higgordman, who once held the position of Director of the Investment Bank of Wales Fargo, tightened the scarf around his neck, held up a bag of bread beside him, held up the wall, some tired and stood up for another day, and he had been busy looking for work since the day it was cut off.

For an interview that lasted about three to five minutes, he had to line up for two hours. How could he have endured this treatment in the past?

But it was only in the past, and now he is just an unemployed man, a broken family, and a loser who needs to pay alimony.

“The fucking subprime crisis, the fucking economic crisis... ”

Black man's unique skill made his curse full of rhythm, slowly walked to his only small apartment, walked to the corner of the street, looked back at the bustling Manhattan night view, his lips trembled a few times, eyes filled with sadness and discomfort.

“Farewell, Manhattan, I have no intention of staying here long. ”

Stepping on a creaking wooden staircase, he came outside his apartment door, found the key to open the door, turned on the lights, watched only one sofa and one TV, a living room at a dining table, Goldman walked in with a look on his face and closed the door.

Walk to the table, put a bag of bread and jam on the table, pick up the remote, turn on the TV, which is the only entertainment he has left.

“ What I meant by that was to remind the current administration not to make radical decisions about who to go beyond, not to be blinded by the halo of the Roosevelt New Deal, when President Roosevelt made a major change in liberalism... ”

Goldman watched Andy Smith on TV, his eyes glittered and his mood was extremely complex, and he had had the pleasure of having a brief conversation with Andy Smith, a super-rich man, before, although it was a dividing line between the heavens and the earth, but now he's even farther away because he's already in hell.

Watching the young handsome super-richman talk on TV, Goldman shook his head and lost interest in continuing watching. He wanted to restrict the power of the government, and what he needed was a job opportunity.

Walked into the bedroom, dragged out the suitcase under the bed, lifted it up and put it on the bed, started packing his famous clothes, he was leaving New York, even leaving the United States, he was going to take a chance in Heavenly Dynasty, heard that a lot of financial institutions, financial enterprises, financial institutions of higher learning were recruiting talent, and as a high-calibre student at Baruch College, he believed that Heavenly Dynasty would have its own place there.

As for what had left his homeland, cultural differences, language incomprehensibility, he had not thought about it, and he did not need to think about it. As an American with Chinese friends, he had heard too much about the changes from day to day. He had also traveled to Beijing and Devil's City many times. He had never left the state in his life, and only the media knew the real situation in the outside world.

He would have stayed in New York and stayed in Manhattan, of course, if he could have found a job, but now it seems that Wall Street is really devastated and without a foothold, then he would have changed the environment and had nothing to do with it in the United States anyway.

“Boom!”

“Squeak--”

Goldman dragged his suitcase, walked back to the living room with his passport in his hand, threw it on the table, started preparing his own dinner, bread, jam and canned beef were taken out, opened, sat on a chair, ripped a piece of bread into his mouth and watched TV.

“ I can give you equal opportunities. Come on, new jobs are already waving at you, and I hope big businesses can join this journey to work for everyone in the United States! ”

On TV, Andy Smith's smile on his face was so sunny, and the sunlight behind him made the whole person look so warm.

“‘Mr. Smith, you mean all your companies? ’

‘Yes, all, NBC Worldwide, Gaia, Free City Investments, Marvel, Starbucks, Qualcomm, Mockingbird Games, Tesla, and so on, will be at the job fair... ’

‘Tesla? I don't know if auto workers, you know, General and Chrysler are in big trouble... ’

‘Oh, first of all, I'm going to correct a problem with your perception that we Tesla are an IT company, haha... Okay, well, we at Tesla are also an automobile company, and of course we need to build cars, and we welcome good automobile workers into our big Tesla family, and we just need to scale up and increase capacity, and we all know that we have too many orders for electric cars, but the capacity is a little overstretched, and our next step is to change that. ’

”

Goldman had recovered his anger on his otherwise lukewarm face, his dark eyes appeared, he took a few deep breaths, his face turned red, and the spark, which had been extinguished, lit up again.

Finally, hope again!

He picked up his phone excitedly, his fingers trembled and found a phone number and dialed out...

Andy Smith's TV interview, once broadcast, was like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan, causing a huge response.

It's like a light of hope, a glow of hope, that countless people see in this cold winter night, the hope of spring!