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 widely.
　　 Various speculators and financial experts jumped out in a hurry and touted that this was just a normal phenomenon. The stock market is as strong as ever. We must believe in the stock market and the greatness of the United States.
　　At the same time, in the luxurious office on the second floor of the Aegis Club, for 5 consecutive days, he only slept for 4 hours a day, and his face was tired and his eyes were shining: "I fell."
　　 Li Zitao, who was cleverly holding the corner sofa, jumped up from the sofa, "What fell? What fell?"
　　 "BOSS, everything, everything is falling, you are going to be developed, we are all developed." After the initial excitement, I can finally keep calm.
　　 "It fell well, it fell well." Li Zitao muttered back on the sofa, some numb facial muscles, suddenly showed a trace of ecstasy, "fall? Really fell."
　　 Until now he was awake from a daze, and became rich, and he was about to make a fortune.
　　The big fortune?
　　No no no, this is simply a fortune!
　　 Last year, the annual tax of the United States was $400 million.
　　 And Li Zitao can now basically get a profit of 200 million US dollars, which is half of the annual tax of the United States.
　　 Going up 300 million? 400000000? ? 500 million? ? ?
　　 "En!!!" Li Zitao hummed and shivered, not daring to think about it anymore, it was too exciting, and the liver was a little unacceptable.
　　Li Zitao did not know that his cautious character made him catch this ride, and he has some sloppy memories that helped him take an important step towards legend.
　　 The Great Depression of Mercury Blue Mercury, nearly a month before the Great Depression that happened on Earth, can all be attributed to luck? Or the mysterious pusher 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.
　　Now he needs to think about what he should do next, where should he invest a lot of money?
　　 Thinking for a long time, Li Zitao once again set his sights on the west, Los Angeles, California.
　　 This city of angels that surpassed Chicago in the later generations and became the second largest city in the United States, whose name kept jumping in Li Zitao's mind.
　　Hollywood, Avenue of Stars, Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood............
Ok!
　　Li Zitao must admit that Hollywood has unlimited temptations for his fat mansion, even if he is no longer a fat mansion now, but a salty fish.
　　Manhattan, Hollywood, Disney, these past lives heard itchy ears, people can not forget the names that can not be forgotten, so he has a kind of inter-generational affection for Hollywood.
　　 There is another reason for Li Zitao to leave Chicago, his ambition.
　　With an in-depth understanding of this world, he also clearly realized that the power of the consortium once existed in his mind only as a codename.
　　The Chicago Consortium, a name he had never heard of in his previous life, appeared in his sight and cognition.
The Midwest Consortium, with the McCormick, Wood and Kron family as the core, is one of the eight consortia that control the American economy.
　　The Chicago area has a suitable climate, sufficient rainfall, and fertile land. It is just suitable for the development of agriculture and animal husbandry. It is an important food 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.
　　 March 1929 Time magazine, the cover character is Cyrus Hall McCormick, his family's wealth so far is 420 million US dollars.
　　This is just the wealth controlled by the McCormick family, and they also have the Wood and Kron family, and countless interest groups attached to this big tree.
　　 With the advent of the Great Depression, although the consortium was inevitably affected, its capital was strong. In political circles, the power of the business community was not what he can resist now.
　　 But the west is different. The emergence of the "Homestead Law" has made this originally deserted land beautiful and rich, with private farms everywhere and a rising industry.
　　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.
　　 Of course, there is Hollywood...
　　Li Zitao thinks that is where he can rise, ‘Chinese consortium? ’A new idea emerged, and huge ambitions began to breed.
　　……
　　Li Zitao lay in bed, thinking about life and future sexual blessings with the attitude of salted fish. The wheel of time did not stop.
　　Tuesday, September 24, 1929, sunny, sunny.
　　New York, Mentingruo City, the bustling Wall Street, as always, immersed in the prosperous scenery.
　　 Stockbrokers, financial managers, investors, and capitalists in suits and skins pushed open the door like in the past, and the polished leather toe caps reflected the ‘handsome’ appearance of a born successful person.
　　 "Hi, Carl, how was yesterday?"
　　 "My client has two stocks that are falling. He was harassed by him all day yesterday, oh damn, doesn't he know that the fall is temporary?"
　　 "Hah, me too, these stupid guys, they don't understand stocks at all."
　　 "Marian, good morning, how was yesterday?"
　　 "Don't mention it, Kurz actually sold the stock I recommended to him, the American Radio Company, he must be crazy."
　　 "Mygod, I think he will cry and faint in the toilet, but that is a golden stock."
　　 "Yes, I swear, I will never help him again, hum, wait for regret!"
　　 Dressed up bright elites, while discussing their stupid customers, while waiting for the door of the trading market to open.
　　At 11 o'clock, when the door of the New York Stock Exchange was opened, the first moment the phone rang, a panic scream rang through the sky.
　　 The New York stock market, which had just opened, was like a torrent of torrents. It was thrown on a large scale, fear and anxiety enveloped Wall Street, and the sun was no longer bright.
　　 "The feast is coming." As the crowd squeezed into the exchange, Madden screamed desperately, and then the crowd collapsed, and his eyes were full of excitement.
　　 "Throw it away, throw it away all, all, quickly..."
　　 "Yes, yes, GM, American Steel, Montgomery, Virgin Mary, FK, no matter what is thrown away..."
　　 "Toss, throw..."
　　 Toss, throw away all, throw away all.
　　 The entire Wall Street shouted in unison. People screamed exhaustedly, their faces roared savagely, and their hearts were just squeezed by a big hand, so painful that they could not breathe.
　　Crying and howling, countless investors holding the stocks in their hands, slumped on the ground, patting the ground with their hands, completely disregarding their dresses worth hundreds of dollars and their unimaginable image.
　　 Outside the gate of the New York Stock Exchange, more people gathered here from all directions, looking at the door leading to the New York Stock Exchange, and fingered at the position of the heart to pray silently.
　　In just 2 hours, more than 5,000 people gathered gathered in the city streets, they waited for the final trial.
　　 but did not know that at this moment, many of them are already facing bankruptcy.
　　 400 mounted police officers were dispatched to Wall Street to maintain order. Those in power feared that investors who lost their minds would create a disaster like the capture of the Bastille.
　　 On the New York Stock Exchange, every selling platform is packed with crazy people, and they are eager to throw away their stocks.
　　 More than 1,200 stock traders on the New York Stock Exchange have a calm face and deal with transactions one by one, and the space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is full of people.
　　When a trader answered the phone again, the calm on his face gradually became horrified. The microphone dropped from his hand. The Dow Jones index fell by 29%.
　　 The next day, the Minister of Finance of State Y publicly stated that US stocks are at risk and the market has suffered another setback.
　　……
　　 Chicago Aegis Club, a short celebration feast is coming to an end, because this feast is far from over.
　　 "For a hundred million US dollars, cheers!" Li Zitao held up a transparent crystal cup and shouted loudly.
　　 "Haha, respect BOSS, you let us participate in this feast."
　　 "Respect BOSS......"
　　 In order to vent his inner depression, he gave all the staff half-day paid leave to let them go home and reunite with their loved ones.
　　After closing the door, the whole club was left with the lunatics hiding in the room, singing and dancing.
　　 "BOSS, all this is just the beginning, I look forward to the day when you fulfill your promise." When the frenzy was about to end, I looked at him meaningfully and said.
　　 "...the heart hurts, I want to go back to the past." Li Zitao covered his heart, only to feel that it was dripping blood, ticking, ticking, ticking...
　　 The painful Li Zitao did not know how the employees who went home on holiday were aware of the collapse and collapse of their hearts when they learned that the New Zealand stock market crashed.
　　 "Will the boss already run away?" Every employee has the same suspicions.
　　 Woke up the next day, the early morning "Chicago Tribune" published: Wall Street elites are lining up toward the rooftop.
　　When I saw this report, these employees who had gone through a "good vacation" rushed to the club at the fastest speed they could reach ~EbookFREE.me~ The closed door was desperate.
　　卡~~
　　 Pushed open the door, Li Zitao yawned, and he froze in place for the next second, watching a group of employees who arrived early and sat on the ground with their faces twisted, blinking violently: "Hi!"
　　 "BOSS, I love you." The hot girl took a kiss on his cheek.
　　 "BOSS, I love you too." Another sweet kiss.
　　 "BOSS, I love you." There is another one on the left.
　　 "BOSS, I..." The voice is sweet and soft, and the 200g weight flowery 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 in his mouth, and the small broken steps ran towards the stairs like a hot wheel.
　　 "This Tuesday, the sky is black." The "New York Times" that night, the genuine headline, a heavy momentum seemed to pounce through the paper.
　　Wang Dagou took Maidun and Sanil on the way back. They no longer need to stay in New York. All they have to do now is wait for the final harvest.
　　 But 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 second hand beating means that there are hundreds of thousands of dollars, flying with wings.
　　 "Thank America, thank God!" Li Zitao's voice is full of sincerity.
　　Countless angels made up of Franklin in rolls, as if they were from New York, fanning their wings, with a fascinating smile, and ran to him tirelessly.
In the five months since traversing, Li Zitao has never had a moment. He loves the city, the country, and even the great faith, Franklin, as he is now.