Chapter 1236: New stock market regulations

As the days passed, unconsciously, the summer heat wave had quietly arrived on the mainland. (M)
As usual, the hot sun on this day scorched the earth unscrupulously.
Pedestrians on the road have already put on flimsy summer clothes.
Especially Nedl, who is at the forefront of fashion, and young girls in different dresses on the street form a landscape that is more beautiful than flowers.
Nian's local style, ethnic style, elves style, Semitic style... all kinds of ethnic costumes can be seen everywhere.
With the increase in workshops and job opportunities, Nian women's wallets have gradually bulged up, and they can spend a little more money to dress themselves up.
Originally as a remote place, the most popular here is the country bunzi wind, or it is the barbaric wind of half-orcs with bare buttocks exposed to the new rules of the stock market (seeking monthly pass).
But since Lord Luo came here, he has not only brought them countless wealth, but also Fergie's girlfriends have brought fashion from all over the world here.
Coupled with the influx of a large number of immigrants, when they came, they also brought their own characteristics.
Therefore, unconsciously, Nian'an has formed a place where all ethnic groups live together and successfully merge together.
Although such a development that conforms to the main theme of the historical trend, among those old aristocrats, they have received some resistance. They want to block the car with a man's arm and block the wheels that prevent the historical trend from rolling down. stab in the back.
Whether it was the previous half-orcs invasion, the later battle for the pope's throne, and this time the question of Sir Alex Ferguson, all were the most representative incidents.
However, for those discerning Nian girls, this is a great thing.
Because of the great integration and development of this nation, those girls can always find a fashion style that suits them.
To know. For any young and beautiful girl who is planting sows and climbing trees, this is the most difficult thing in life. Among them, Chapter 1,236, the new rules of the stock market (seeking monthly pass), is even more difficult. Far more than single-handedly challenged the Lich King.
Because challenging the Lich King, you don't need to worry at all, and among the many kinds of clothing, choosing a suitable one will kill countless brain cells.
And now. There are many ethnic costumes of different styles.
Thin. It can be worn like an elf, showing a slender and graceful figure.
With longer legs, you can wear the high-slit robes unique to the Semites, revealing slender legs.
White skin, wearing a barbarian hunting suit with arms and thighs exposed, exposing large areas of snow white skin.
Dark skin. More mysterious pattern totems are tattooed on the body, showing wild charm.
Even if he is too fat, he can't get out. You can also put on a black robe of a desert nomad to add a sense of mystery to yourself.
In addition, Adele and several women jointly run a women's magazine. One issue after another introduces various beauty makeup methods in detail.
In addition, there are various blue attribute equipment.
What is the charm of nail polish plus five, lipstick plus ten, perfume plus thirty-seven, whitening cream. Plus seventy-six stockings...
Therefore, walking on the streets of Nyan, there is almost no ugly girl.
Looking around, there are beautiful young girls all over the place, attracting bees and butterflies.
Or pure, or charming, or dignified, or beautiful...
The boys on the road straightened their eyes.
This time is the most suitable time to go to the beach.
Set up a parasol in the sun, lie on it leisurely with the sea breeze blowing, and put a glass of iced juice on hand, watching the girl in a swimsuit showing her graceful figure, walking in front of her, she is like a fairy day.
Lord Lorraine is now lying on a soft chair on the seashore, wearing sunglasses, watching a group of stunning beauties around him, but he can only helplessly curl his lips and look at his girlfriends with eyesight.
Because at this time, the focus of those girls is all another man.
Catherine and the others looked at the man's eyes twinkling, they also stretched out their hands to pinch the man from time to time, and then giggled happily. (.)
On the contrary, Lord Lorraine was left out in the cold. If it had been in the past, Lord Lord would have jumped up, copying the bricks to lift that girl's face. But at this time, he can only swallow his breath.
Because, surrounded by Catherine and the others, was a light, white and tender little fat child.
He was about a year old, sitting on the table, staring at a pair of bright and innocent eyes, looking around, looking at Adele for a while, and Fiona at the other.
He just turned a blind eye to Chairman Leo, who kept making faces to make him happy.
Seeing so many people playing with him, the child grinned silly with a mouth with a few small teeth, stretched out his arms and waved up and down happily, making a vague "tada" sound in his mouth.
Silmelia sat next to him and looked at him with a smile of maternal brilliance.
Catherine and the others just saw the light star diamond weighing two hundred carats, with little golden stars in their eyes, and their hands on the child.
Leo saw the little child showing up, he couldn't help but stretched out his finger and dialed, he hehe smiled: "Like a bug."
Melina turned dark and pinched Leo heavily.
The child seemed to feel something, turning his head left and right to look for it with his puzzled eyes open, and then he saw the target, giggled happily, first bent down awkwardly, pressed his hands on the table, and then got up with his butt.
The little baby crawled towards the table with his hands and feet together, then stretched out his little hand, yelled eagerly, "Ahhhhh", and grabbed Vera's full chest again and again.
Vera exclaimed, hiding her chest and hurried back, her pretty face blushed, and she said shyly: "Chong...What are you doing at me? Go to your mother."
But the kid ignored it at all.
Seeing the thing he liked disappeared, he blinked, then narrowed his eyes and pouted, and cried out with a "wow".
The girls immediately became frantic and rushed around the baby to persuade them.
"Hey, kid, don't cry if you can't be a gangster. It's useless. Learn from your dad."
"Bah, all of you Lorraine have the same virtue."
"Is he hungry?"
"Where is the bottle? Where is the bottle? I remember I brought it."
"..."
Hilmelia smiled, gently picked up the baby and put it back in the middle of the table, flicked his finger on his forehead, and said: "This guy is cheating sympathy again, don't worry about him."
Sure enough, after being carried back by Silmelia. The baby stopped crying immediately. He grinned again and laughed shamelessly.
"What? It's just like his dad." Adeling's little baby pinched his slippery cheek, turned to look at Lorraine, compared it a little, and said: "Looks like a mother. Cooler than Dad. I don’t know how many girls will be fooled in the future."
Lorraine spread his hands to show that he was innocent.
Hillmelia chuckled, picked up the baby, and said jokingly, "Look. Your father is jealous."
Then put the baby on Lorraine's belly and said, "Talk to your father."
"Da Da..." The little baby pressed his hands on Lorraine's belly, and kept calling. He looked very excited and treated Lorraine's stomach as a soft bed.
Lorraine couldn't help but smiled slightly, but suddenly felt a cold on his belly, and a damp feeling came from the baby, and saw the baby's little bugs feeding water out.
"Wow. You kid~!" Lorraine hurriedly picked up his son and held it in the air.
Leo was so happy to cover his stomach and laughed, pointing to Lorraine and said, "Boss, you can't blame others for this."
The girls couldn't help it, laughing and huddling together.
Seeing everyone around him laughing freely, the little baby kicked his legs excitedly and giggled.
Lorraine bared his teeth at him, and finally had no choice but to jump up and take a dip in the sea.
When I walked back again, Hilmelia handed out the bath towel slightly apologetically, and then said, "Is it okay not to go to the stock market to watch on such an important day today?"
Leo teased the little baby, and said without looking back: "It's okay, it's all planned. Just follow the written steps. Although those guys have a little bit of a meal, they are not too stupid to even this. Neither."
Catherine couldn't help but lag, then stared fiercely... glared at him.
Everyone knows that the employees of the Flying Eagle Company are all very serious when they work, but they have become "a little bit of rice" in the eyes of Leo. The tone of this speech just showed the domineering king of black-hearted capitalists.
This shows that this little hooligan needs to take a few ideological and political classes.
Lorraine saw the plan in Catherine’s heart, couldn’t help but smiled happily next to him, then nodded, and said,
Leo is right. It’s not good for us to go at this time. Seriously, we should disappear for a few days. Accompany you."
"Right right," Leo nodded repeatedly, and said: "Those who have lost money will definitely come to the door soon and let the boss and I take the charge for them. Pooh, why didn't they think of me when they made money."
Hillmelia nodded clearly. Based on her understanding of the nobles' dispositions, Leo said it would definitely happen.
When the guys were at a loss, the first thing they thought of was not to review themselves, but to go through the back door to recover the loss.
Breaking the rules again and again made the people hate them.
Lorraine didn't care, and said lightly: "Anyway, I have called me and I have warned them. It is their freedom to run or not."
Leo smiled and said: "The next few days, I'm afraid it will go down in history."
Then he patted the baby's ass, picked him up, and said, "Go kid, I will take you to swim."
A group of people marched toward the ocean mightily.
The whole beach was deserted except for the Lorraine family.
Although this is a private beach, the public area is on the side.
At this time in the past, the beaches were always full, but this year's was unexpectedly deserted.
Only a few black spots can be seen on the beach in the public area, and it is not clear whether it is a tourist or a rock.
This was supposed to be a booming consumption season, but even the taverns by the beach were closed.
Because in previous years these people who were supposed to be on vacation by the sea now all get into the stock market.
The Nydal stock exchange market is even hotter than the Sun. The stock price is still rising after reaching a high of 16 gold.
Shareholders have become crazy. Every time they walk into the stock market, it is like having a carnival. There is only one topic that everyone talks about at the same time, that is, "Go up, go up. Go up~!"
It is best to keep going up forever like this.
Several people hurriedly walked into the stock market with newspapers in their hands. As soon as they walked in, they were staggered by the indoor heat wave.
Although all the windows of the stock trading hall were open and well ventilated, they couldn't bear thousands of people crowded here at the same time.
The indoor temperature is at least 27-8 degrees, and you will sweat if you stand still.
There was a noise made more noise by the train station in the room. Thousands of people gathered together and yelled at the same time. They had to yell in their ears to say a word.
The leading person glanced at the dark heads in the hall and sneered. Said mockingly: "Poor man~!"
Think of the huge stocks and capital in your hands. He couldn't help showing a smug smile, and said in his heart: At this time, there should be few people in the world who are richer than himself.
But then he sighed in disappointment and secretly said: It's a pity that the money is not his own.
In this transaction, he can only take a very small part of it, not even a mantissa.
The man smacked his lips. He shook his head again and walked into the big room upstairs.
It is well ventilated and soundproofed, and only a low buzzing sound can be heard when the door is closed. The cool breeze blew through the open windows, and the air still smelled of flowers.
There was a clapper knock at the door, and a waiter pushed in the dining car. Giving them a pot of hot tea, a few plates of snacks, and real-time stock price information.
"Mr. Ragnar, good morning." The waiter will pour a cup of fragrant black tea, put it by Ragnar's hand, and then send stock market information. Said: "By the way, the stock market has new regulations, sir, you can pay attention to it."
Ragnar nodded, took a silver coin from his pocket and threw it into the waiter's hand. Without saying a word, he spread out the newspaper to block his face.
The waiter made a grimace behind the newspaper, pushed the cart out of the room, and then took the silver coins in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Songer."
A waiter passing by saw his colleague's contemptuous expression and smiled and said, "I was sent off again?"
The waiter who had just walked out of the room shook the silver coin with a sneer on his face, and said, "Just say that I have made a million, bah, hillbilly."
There is a dedicated person responsible for cleaning and service in large rooms, which is thoughtful, but free.
Correspondingly, stockholders sitting in large rooms often throw expensive tips on waiters.
Usually silver coins, after all, those who can sit on the second floor are rich men with a net worth of more than tens of thousands.
Since the stock price has soared in recent weeks, customers in large households have also acted generously, and every move is gold coins.
This is so happy that these waiters have lost their income in one day and one month.
But it was Mr. Ragnar in Room 13 that was annoying and stingy. Every time it was a silver coin, he had become the laughing stock of the waiters.
Ragnar didn't know that someone was laughing at him outside the door, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.
Don't look at the four or five million he holds in his hand, but all the money is not his. He is just a puppet manipulated with a string, and he can get very little reward.
Ragnar glanced at the contents of the newspaper, suddenly yelled: "I cross", and jumped up in surprise.
The reckless action knocked down the hot tea at hand, and a cup of hot tea was poured on him, and the hot Ragnar screamed "Wow".
An assistant next to him hurriedly picked up the towel and handed it to him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ragnar pointed to the newspaper and said, "Look, this..."
The assistant picked up the newspaper and shook the water marks on it. The first thing he saw was the headline "The Northern Theater Sings Forward, Victory is Just Around the Day".
This is a news story about the conquest of barbarians in the north.
"It's nothing strange." The assistant secretly said in his heart, "What's wrong with this?"
"Down, down." Ragnar shook his clothes and pointed to the bottom half of the newspaper.
The assistant murmured and read: "The new stock market regulations impose a three-thousandth stamp duty, it!"
The assistant also cursed, "Lorraine is crazy about money."
Ragnar was stunned. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and laughed, and said, "No, this is a good thing, a great thing. Do you know what this means?"
The assistant was puzzled, and secretly said: Every time I trade stocks in the future, I have to pay taxes to Nian. What kind of a good thing is this?
As long as the Nian'an stock market sits still, there is a large amount of cash nervousness every day, and it is not their investors who pit it.
Ragnar reached out and tapped his assistant's chest, and said triumphantly: "So I am the supervisor and you are the soldier, because I look deeper than you."
The assistant was unhappy, snorted, and secretly said in his heart: My task is to stare at you to prevent you from running away with money, but not to be a bull for you.
"This shows that Lorraine has no move." Ragnar fell back on the chair, with his legs on the table, lit a cigar, then put his hands behind his head, proudly protruding a smoke ring, and said: "These days Lorraine’s newspapers have been singing bad news about the shares of the Eagle Railway."
The assistant nodded. Nian's main newspaper has been reporting the madness of the stock market in a lengthy paragraph recently, reminding everyone that the stock market is overheated, and investing rationally must not fall into the bubble trap.
"Is it a trap? Of course it is a trap~!" Ragnar knew in his heart that the current price has far exceeded the actual value of the stock, and said leisurely: "Lorraine knows that we are sucking his blood, but he can't help it. ~EbookFREE.me~ This game is set by himself, and he has to play with us within the rules of the game.
Collecting taxes should be the last resort he could not imagine. "
"I want to rely on this to suppress stock market trading," Ragner sneered: "He thought it was too simple."
The assistant nodded suddenly.
Suddenly there was a strange noise outside, as if thousands of people were wailing at the same time.
Ragner suddenly sat up from the chair and asked nervously, "What's the matter?"
The people in the private room were suddenly knocked open, and a person stumbled in and said loudly: "Fall...fall, fall~!"
Ragner jumped up suddenly, pinched the shoulder of the visitor, and said loudly, "What's the fall?"
"Flying Eagle Railway, it fell."
Ragnar was taken aback, then laughed loudly, and said: "Lorraine seems to be helping me, buy it, buy it all."! ! !