Chapter 1639 That Ray of Hope

? According to a report released by the US government, the number of people who continue to apply for unemployment benefits in the US reached a record 4.987 million, adding to the gloomy employment situation in the US.

On the 16th of the previous day, US Federal Reserve Chairman Bernanke just warned everyone that the US unemployment rate should exceed 8% in the next few months, and the current US unemployment rate has reached a 16-year high of 7%. Point six.

Since the U.S. economy fell into recession at the end of 2007, at least 3.6 million jobs have been lost in the U.S., half of which occurred in the past three months.

New York City, which has always been the proud "financial capital", has been hit hard. The unemployment rate in New York City is as high as 7.4%. Local officials predict that New York will lose at least 65,000 financial jobs in this round of economic recession. .

One of the things people often hear about New York is, "It's great, but I hate living there."

In the eyes of tourists, New York is always a desirable place. Taking off the luxurious and glamorous appearance, this highly developed capitalist city also shows its old side, an oldness that is full of depression.

The inhabitants of New York are strangers, out of their homes, into the city, seeking refuge, seeking to perform, or seeking some large or small goals. One of the mysterious qualities of New York is its ability to distribute such ambiguous gifts. It can destroy a person, or it can fulfill him, largely depends on luck. Unless you're willing to try your luck, it's best not to come to New York.

At night, the banks, companies, shops, and offices in Midtown Manhattan are crowded with streets. Tall buildings tower into the night sky, like steep peaks, and the walls are made of transparent glass, like a crystal palace.

Colorful street lights flicker, far and near, high and low, appearing and disappearing, like floating in the starry sky. The car flies by like a dragon in the wind, and the taillights on the car seem to be stretched into the distance like countless red ribbons.

On a cold winter night, sitting on the corner of the street was a middle-aged black man wearing a semicircular woolen hat and a black coat with the collar turned up, with his waist bent and his eyes half closed. Pedestrians flowed past him like running water, and flickering lights passed in front of him.

No one looked at him, and he looked at no one. Just sat there dumbly. No one needs him to do anything. He is sitting in this bustling street, sitting in the middle of the crowd, he has nothing to do with anything, the street, or people. But he was alive, a living being.

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

All of this, he once had, is gone now. He was alone, a house, a small empty house.

He was also proud in love,

A romantic half-life, he was once a millionaire, but now he is ashamed.

Reminisce about the glory of the past, and curse today's full of sorrow.

Higoldman, who used to work as the director of the Wells Fargo Investment Bank, tightened the scarf around his neck, picked up a bag of bread at the side, leaned on the wall, and stood up a little tired. Another day, from Since the day he was laid off, he has been busy looking for a job.

For an interview of about 3 to 5 minutes, he had to stand in line for 2 hours. How could he endure such treatment in the past?

But that was just the past, and now he is just an unemployed, a loser with a broken family and child support.

"Damn subprime mortgage crisis, damn economic crisis..."

The unique ability of black people made his curses full of rhythm. He walked slowly to the only small apartment he had, walked to the corner of the street, looked back at the bustling Manhattan night scene, and his lips trembled. A few times, his eyes were full of sadness and unwillingness.

"Farewell, Manhattan, I really don't want to stay here long."

Stepping on the creaking wooden stairs, I came to the door of my apartment, found the key to open the door, turned on the light, and looked at the living room with only a sofa, a TV, and a dining table. Goldman walked away with a blank expression. Come in, close the door.

He walked to the table, put a bag of bread and jam on the table, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV, which was the only entertainment he had left.

"...The meaning of my words is to remind this administration not to make radical decisions in order to surpass anyone, and not to be fooled by the halo of Roosevelt's New Deal. Big changes..."

Goldman looked at Andy Smith who appeared on the TV screen, his eyes flickered, and his mood was extremely complicated. Before, he had the honor to have a brief exchange with Andy Smith, a super rich man, at a reception, although he used to be a man in the sky. The gap in the ground, only the distance is farther now, because he is already in hell.

Watching the young and handsome super rich talking on TV, Goldman shook his head and laughed, and lost interest in watching. What people want is to limit the power of the government, what he needs is a job opportunity.

Walked into the bedroom, dragged out the suitcase under the bed, put it on the bed, and started to arrange his brand-name clothes. He was about to leave New York, or even leave the United States. He was going to try his luck in China. I heard that Many financial institutions, financial enterprises, and financial colleges and universities there are recruiting talents. As a top student of Baruch College, he believes that there will be a place for him in China.

As for leaving home, cultural differences, and language barriers, he has not considered it, and he does not need to think about it. As an American with Chinese friends, he has heard too many changes in the Celestial Dynasty. All, he knows the real situation in China better than those Americans who have never been out of state in their life and only rely on the media to understand the outside world.

Originally, if he could find a job, he would of course continue to stay in New York and Manhattan, but now it seems that Wall Street is really hurting and has no place to stand, so he will change his environment. America has nothing to worry about.

"boom!"

"Squeak——"

Goldman dragged his suitcase, walked back to the living room with his passport in his hand, threw the passport on the table, and began to prepare his own dinner. Bread, jam and canned beef were taken out, opened one by one, and sat on the chair Going up, tearing off a piece of bread and putting it in his mouth, he looked at the TV.

"...I can provide you with equal opportunities. Come on, new jobs are already beckoning to you. I also hope that major companies can join this journey of jobs for everyone in the United States!"

On TV, the smile on Andy Smith's face is so sunny, under the sunlight behind him, the whole person looks extremely warm.

"'Mr. Smith, you mean all of your companies?'

‘Yes, all, NBCUniversal, Gaia, Liberty City Investment, Marvel, Starbucks, as well as Qualcomm, Mockingjay Games, Tesla, etc., will appear at the job fair. . . '

'Tesla? Don't know if Autoworkers or not, you know, GM and Chrysler are in big trouble. . . '

‘Hehe, first of all, I want to correct you a conceptual problem, Tesla is an IT company, haha. . . Well, well, we Tesla is also a car company, of course we need car workers, we welcome excellent car workers to join our Tesla family, we just need to expand the scale and increase production capacity, as we all know, our electric There are too many orders for cars, but the production capacity is a bit stretched. Our next step is to change this situation. . . '

. . . . . . "

Goldman's original dull face regained its vitality, and the gloomy eyes appeared bright. After taking a few deep breaths, his face became rosy, and the fire that had been extinguished was ignited again.

Finally, finally, there is hope again!

Excited, he immediately picked up the phone, found a phone number with trembling fingers, and dialed it. . .

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

Like a ray of hope, it shines so brightly that countless people see hope in this cold winter night, the hope of spring!