Chapter 35: Black Week 2

On September 20, 1929, the Dow Jones Index fell from a high of 386 to 362, and the stock market began to fall in a wide range.

Various speculators and financial experts quickly jumped out, touting that this is just a normal phenomenon, and the stock market is as strong as ever. We must believe in the stock market and the greatness of America.

At the same time, in the luxurious office on the second floor of the Aegis Club, Ben, who only slept for 4 hours a day for 5 consecutive days, with a tired face and bright eyes, shouted: "I fell."

Li Zitao, who was holding onto the corner sofa, jumped up cleverly, "What fell? What fell?"

"Boss, everything, everything is falling. If you get rich, we will get rich." After the initial excitement, Ben was finally able to keep calm now.

"It's good to fall, it's good to fall." Li Zitao muttered as he sat back on the sofa, his somewhat numb facial muscles suddenly revealed a hint of ecstasy, "Falled? Really fell."

Only now did he wake up from his daze, and he has made a fortune, and is about to make a fortune.

Big fortune?

No no no, this is simply a windfall!

Last year, the annual tax revenue of the United States was $400 million.

Li Zitao is now basically sure of the income, 200 million US dollars, which is half of the annual tax revenue of the United States.

300 million more? 400000000? ? 500 million? ? ?

"En!!" Li Zitao groaned and shivered, not daring to think about it anymore, it was too exciting, and the little one couldn't bear it.

Li Zitao didn't know it, but his cautious personality got him on this ride, and his sloppy memory helped him take an important step towards becoming a legend.

The Great Depression of Aquamarine America was nearly a month earlier than the Great Depression that happened on Earth. All this can only be attributed to luck? Or the mysterious driving force behind all this?

Li Zitao, who put his heart back in his stomach, also decided not to rush to New York, and leave the rest to professionals like Ben.

What he needs to think about now is what to do next, where should the large sum of money be invested?

After thinking for a long time, Li Zitao once again set his sights on the west, California, and Los Angeles.

The name of this city of angels, which surpassed Chicago in later generations and became the second largest city in the United States, kept jumping in Li Zitao's mind.

Hollywood, Walk of Fame, Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood...  

All right!

Li Zitao has to admit that Hollywood has infinite temptations for him, a fat house, even though he is no longer a fat house, but a jumping salty fish.

Manhattan, Hollywood, Disney, these names that made one's ears tickle in the previous life, and one would never forget them, made him have a cross-generational affection for Hollywood.

There is another reason why Li Zitao wants to leave Chicago, his ambition.

With the in-depth understanding of this world, he also clearly realized that the power of the consortium existed in his mind only as a code name.

The Chicago Consortium, a name he had never heard of in his previous life, appeared in his sight and cognition.

The Midwestern consortium with the McCormick, Wood, and Crown families at its core is one of the eight major consortia that control the American economy.

The Chicago area has a suitable climate, abundant rainfall, and fertile land, which is just suitable for the development of agriculture and animal husbandry. It is an important grain and livestock area in the United States.

According to Li Zitao's understanding, there are Chicago consortiums in the land, pasture, meat processing, agricultural machinery and other industries here.

In the Time Magazine in March 1929, the cover character was Cyrus Hall McCormick, whose family's wealth so far was $420 million.

This is only the wealth held by the McCormick family, and they also have the Wood, the Crown family, and countless interest groups clinging to this big tree.

With the advent of the Great Depression, although the consortium will inevitably be affected, its capital is strong, and its power in the political and business circles is not what he can resist now.

But the west is different. The emergence of the "Homestead Act" has made this originally barren land beautiful and rich. Private farms are everywhere and industries are rising.

Convenient transportation, farms and factories that are about to go bankrupt, underground mineral deposits waiting to be discovered, and the vast and fertile western prairie.

And of course, there's Hollywood...

Li Zitao thinks that is the place where he can rise, 'Chinese consortium? ’ A new idea emerges, and huge ambitions are born.

...

Li Zitao lay on the bed, thinking about life and future sexual happiness in the attitude of a salted fish, and the wheel of time did not stop.

Tuesday, September 24, 1929, was sunny and sunny.

New York, bustling with crowds and bustling Wall Street, is immersed in the prosperous scenery as always.

Stockbrokers in suits and leather shoes, financial managers, investors, and capitalists pushed open the door as in the past, and their polished leather shoes could reflect the 'handsome' appearance of a born successful person.

"Hi Carl, how was yesterday?"

"My client has two stocks that are going down and was harassed by him all day yesterday, oh shit, doesn't he know the drop is temporary?"

"Huh, me too, these stupid guys, they don't know anything about stocks."

"Marian, good morning, how was yesterday?"

"Forget it, Kurtz must be crazy to sell the stock of American Radio Company that I recommended to him."

"My god, I think he'll cry in the toilet, that's a golden stock."

"That's right, I swear, I will never help him again, hum, just wait and regret it!"

The well-dressed elites are discussing their stupid clients while waiting for the door of the trading market to open.

At 11 o'clock, when the gates of the New York Stock Exchange were opened and the phone rang, screams of panic rang through the sky.

The New York stock market, which had just opened, was like a torrent that was pouring thousands of miles away, and it was sold on a large scale. Panic and uneasiness enveloped Wall Street, and the sun was no longer shining.

"The feast is coming." As the crowd squeezed into the exchange, Madon was completely different from the crowd around him who screamed in despair and then collapsed to the ground. His eyes were full of excitement.

"Throw it away, throw it all away, everything, quickly..."

"Yes, that's right, GM, U.S. Steel, Montgomery, Virgin Mary, FK, throw away whatever it is..."

"Throw it, throw it all..."

Throw it, throw it all, throw it all.

The whole Wall Street shouted at the same time. People were screaming at the top of their lungs, their faces were screaming, their hearts seemed to be clenched by a big hand, and they were so painful that they couldn't breathe.

With the sound of crying and wailing, countless investors held the stocks in their hands, slumped on the ground, and kept patting the ground with their hands, completely ignoring the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes on their bodies and their unattainable image in the past.

Outside the gate of the New York Stock Exchange, more people gathered here from all directions, looking at the gate leading to the New York Stock Exchange with their eyes, pointing their fingers at the position of the heart and praying silently.

In just 2 hours, more than 5,000 people gathered on the streets of the city, waiting for the final judgment.

Little did they know that at this very moment, many of them were already facing bankruptcy.

400 Mounted Police were dispatched to Wall Street to maintain order. Those in power were afraid that the irrational investors would create a disaster like the storming of the Bastille.

In the New York Stock Exchange, every selling platform is crowded with crazy people, scrambling to sell their stocks.

There are more than 1,200 stock traders in the New York Stock Exchange, with calm faces, handling each transaction in an orderly manner, and the space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is full of people.

When a trader picked up the phone again, the calmness on his face gradually turned into horror, and the microphone fell from his hand. The Dow Jones index fell by 29% that day.

The next day, the finance minister of country Y publicly stated that the US stock market was at risk, and the market suffered another severe setback.

...

At the Shield Club of Chicago, a short celebration banquet is coming to an end, because this feast is far from over.

"For 100 million US dollars, cheers!" Li Zitao shouted loudly while holding up the transparent crystal cup.

"Haha, to BOSS, you let us participate in this feast."

"Respect boss..."

In order to vent his inner depression, he gave all the staff a half-day paid vacation, allowing them to go home and reunite with their relatives.

After closing the door, the whole club was left with only these madmen hiding in the room, singing and dancing.

"Boss, all this is just the beginning, and I look forward to the day when you fulfill your promise." When the madness was about to end, Ben looked at him meaningfully and said.

"...My heart hurts so much, I want to go back to the past." Li Zitao held his heart, feeling that it was bleeding, ticking, ticking, ticking...

Li Zitao, who was in pain, didn't know how disturbed and broken the hearts of those employees who went home on vacation when they learned that the New York stock market had crashed.

"Could the boss have run away?" Every employee had the same suspicion.

Wake up the next day, the early morning "Chicago Tribune" published: Wall Street elites are queuing to the roof.

When they saw this report, these employees who had experienced a "beautiful vacation" rushed to the club as fast as they could, and the closed doors made people desperate.

Ka~~

Pushing open the door, Li Zitao yawned, then froze in place the next second, looking at a group of employees who arrived early and sat on the ground with twisted faces, he blinked in bewilderment: "Hi!"

"Boss, I love you." The hot girl kissed him on the cheek.

"Boss, I love you too." Another sweet kiss.

"Boss, I love you so much." Another came from the left.

"BOSS, I..." The voice was sweet and soft, and Ruhua, who weighed 200g, stepped forward.

"Wait, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't washed my face, I haven't peed..." Li Zitao turned around quickly, muttering, and ran towards the stairs in small steps like a hot wheel.

"This Tuesday, the sky is black." That night's "New York Times", the original headline, a heavy momentum seemed to blow through the paper.

Wang Dagou took Mai Dun and Sanier on the way back. They no longer need to stay in New York. All they have to do now is to wait for the final harvest.

It's just that for the next thing, Li Zitao can no longer use memory to help, and can only rely on the judgment of Ben and others.

From now on, every beat of the second hand means that hundreds of thousands of dollars are flying towards him with wings.

"Thank you America, thank God!" Li Zitao's voice was full of sincerity.

Countless cherubs composed of rolled Franklin seemed to be rushing towards him tirelessly from New York, flapping their wings, and with intoxicating smiles.

In the five months since time travel, Li Zitao has never loved this city, the country, or even the great faith, Franklin, as much as he does now.