1149 Roller Coaster

On Monday, Mr. Klein got up at around six o'clock. This was the first time he had gotten up so early in the past ten years. He packed everything and sat at the table, staring blankly at the clear sky outside the window.

On the last week of May, the sky lit up at around six o'clock.

His wife also got up and prepared breakfast for him. The two of them sat at the dining table that cost more than a thousand yuan, looking at the sumptuous breakfast without any appetite.

Not even a little bit.

Good ham and bacon combined with two fried eggs, some tomatoes and vegetables, this is their favorite breakfast.

Delicate, nutritious, and delicious.

But at this moment, they had no idea of ​​even touching it.

"Is it... going to be bad?" Mrs. Klein asked her husband while stroking his collar.

Mr. Klein was silent, not even wanting to answer his wife's questions. He was like an empty shell that had lost his soul.

On Sunday, it was reported on TV that the current price of silver in some ports had dropped to 13 yuan. He no longer dared to have any expectations now.

I just hope it doesn't fall too much.

After a while, he reluctantly raised his head and smiled, "Don't worry, there will be no problem..."

Mrs. Klein silently returned to the cloakroom, and she began to pack away the various clothing and accessories that she had bought not long ago or for a period of time. She looked at the jewelry on the red velvet cushion, and she could not hide the reluctance in her eyes.

She plans to sell them all to cope with the possible financial crisis.

Mr. Klein, on the other hand, was constantly praying, praying that God would hear his prayers and allow him to at least exit safely.

At 8:45, Mr. Klein drove the luxury car he just bought to the exchange. He went directly to the second floor, which was full of people.

Usually there are not many people here, and those who are qualified to go to the small hall on the second floor to check the prices often do not come here in person. Most of them will entrust brokers to help them handle their accounts.

But today, whether they have seen it or not, whether they have heard of it or not, they are all here.

They gathered here, waiting...

At 9:25, the bulletin board began to scroll rapidly. Due to technical reasons, the price of the scrolling broadcast will be broadcast at the highest and lowest matching price.

When the first number came out, Mr. Klein's hands started to shake. Nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, which was almost half the price two days ago!

But he still had a glimmer of hope, because the price reported first was the lowest matching price. He looked back, and then he felt as if he had collapsed and slumped on the chair.

Ten bucks and fifty cents, which is lower than the price when he came in, and much lower!

Three days ago, he had made millions in wealth, but now... he was facing serious losses.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly stood up and walked towards the trading desk. He needed to close his position quickly and sell everything he had in hand.

Although this would cause him heavy losses, at least he could still keep some money. But when he arrived at the trading desk, he found that there was already a long queue.

The same goes for other trading desks. The traders are even more busy and they are constantly matching prices.

Beads of sweat flowed down Mr. Klein's temples. He took out a nineteen-eighty-nine-cent handkerchief and wiped it constantly.

But his pores were like a faucet that had been turned on. As soon as the beads of sweat were wiped away, another layer appeared.

At half past nine, the transaction started. He glanced at the bulletin board and didn't dare to look at it again. The current transaction price was nine yuan and ninety-four cents...

He lined up silently, his whole body trembling violently. There were many people around him who were no different from him, and everyone's face was full of despair!

After he arrived at the trading desk and submitted his trading order, the trader picked up the phone and assigned a task, but soon the sweet-looking girl showed an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Klein, your account has been forcibly closed."

Mr. Klein was a little distracted. He quickly argued, "How could the position be forcibly closed? When I looked just now, there were still nine yuan and ninety-four cents..." He turned his head and looked at the bulletin board, and he was stunned. .

At this time, the price of silver on the first line of the bulletin board was only eight dollars and forty-six cents...

It is plummeting at prices that people cannot imagine!

At this price... the position was indeed closed.

He took back the transaction slip on the counter, and his soul seemed to slip away from his body at this moment. He numbly walked to the edge of the second floor platform.

With trembling hands, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the independent package, and lit it for himself with trembling hands.

Taking a deep breath, the cigarette smoke seemed to be filled with a kind of courage that would allow him to face the end. The action of inhaling made his originally rickety body stand up straight.

Nicotine calmed his brain down a little, and reason followed. He looked back at the people behind him, then tore up the transaction sheet in his hand and entered the elevator.

There were already some people in the elevator. They were all similar to him, with numb expressions and blank eyes.

They looked at Mr. Klein, and Mr. Klein looked at them and then stood with them.

He glanced at the panel that controlled the floor where the elevator stopped, but didn't reach out to change anything.

The elevator then began to slowly accelerate, all the way up to the top.

Several people walked out of the elevator numbly. On the way to the top of the building, Mr. Klein suddenly smiled and asked, "How much did you lose?"

Some people answer tens of thousands, some people answer hundreds of thousands, and some people answer hundreds of thousands.

The elevator cannot go directly to the rooftop, you have to go up to the first floor.

When they went upstairs, Mr. Klein and others persuaded the man who only lost tens of thousands of dollars, "You don't need to come up. You can make tens of thousands of dollars very quickly."

The man looked about thirty-four or five years old, with a sad look on his face, "The money was all borrowed."

One sentence silenced everyone.

Own money and borrowed money are two completely different situations, and this gentleman looks... a little shabby in his clothes. He must not be able to repay the money.

Everyone who has reached this point has made an inevitable decision.

The long staircase became the last journey in their lives, and their steps were both light and heavy.

Mr. Klein has lost all his wealth over the past 20 years, not to mention that he bought a new house and a new car in advance, and he still owes the bank more than 200,000 yuan.

There are various other bills and expenses that he cannot afford.

There were only a few days left until next month, and soon a new bill was coming, and if he couldn't pay it, he would soon be evicted from his house.

He and his wife would be living on the streets, and his company would soon get the news, and he would probably be fired.

It is very dangerous for a company to hire an employee who has a lot of debt to take charge of the company's middle management.

No one knows whether he will harm the company's interests for the debt he owes.

Without work, without everything, what is the meaning of life?

This is the reason why his steps are heavy, but as soon as he leaves here and jumps down, everything becomes easy again.

No matter what he had to face in the future, it had nothing to do with him, and there was even a smile on his lips.

Relief?

K!

But... when the light gradually occupied all his sight, he discovered that the door to the rooftop was locked.

Three finger-thick iron chains locked the iron door tightly. This place has been locked since hundreds of people chose to end their lives by jumping off the building during the last financial tsunami.

Several people looked at each other speechlessly, with various smiles on their faces.

Some people seemed to really look away, smiling vividly.

Some people seemed to feel that they had been fooled by fate, and their smiles were full of anger.

There are tears hidden in some people's smiles. Maybe they feel that it is so difficult for them to even want to die.

There was some inexplicable relief in Mr. Klein's smile, and he suddenly didn't want to die.

Maybe... he can still see new hope while alive. Didn't he come from a time when there was nothing?

He can succeed once, and maybe a second time!

The group of people met some other people when they returned. They greeted and explained the situation.

Some people continued to walk towards the rooftop, seemingly not believing what the group said, while others turned back with them.

This day is destined to be the end of a small number of people, but it is not the end of the majority of people.

It’s not like the financial tsunami a few years ago where everything was destroyed!

What was destroyed this time was just silver!

The...destruction it brings actually has little to do with ordinary people. Not everyone is involved in the silver craze, and not everyone is really a fool.

The truth is simple, stones will always be stones and gold will always be gold.

Sometimes some uneducated citizens understand the truth and truth of this world better than those powerful big shots!

They know that stone will not turn into gold, not ever!

At 9:50 a.m. on Monday, the Federal Financial Management Commission suspended silver trading and announced that it would seriously investigate all details of the "silver case."

When this announcement appeared, it also accelerated the spot trading price of silver at the international port to continue to plummet. Everyone was shipping goods in a big way, but the takeovers were almost invisible!

In fact, most of the real disaster-stricken groups are various funds, financial institutions, mine owners, financial speculators, international speculators, etc.

Ordinary people...not too many!

By the time ordinary people realize that silver has risen, silver is already worth 11, 23 yuan.

Just as Mr. Klein knew about this, they discovered it too late for the entire "market", which also led to many ordinary investors not daring to enter the market easily.

There are people jumping off buildings in Bupen today, but not many. This may be a rare good news!