Chapter 942: Bankruptcy (fourth more, ask for monthly pass)
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Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)
- 汉宝
- 1042 characters
- 2021-01-29 05:01:36
"Chen, you can stop shorting the stock." Steven called Chen Chen again.
"okay, I get it."
Today DSN's stock is down 4% compared to three days ago.
For Chen Wei, it may be three or four million dollars in revenue, but for dsn, the market value has evaporated by billions of dollars.
Although dsn has a great career, it can't afford such an evaporation rate.
Of course, this decline is also limited.
After all, a movie box office failed, it is impossible to really shake dsn.
If it is plm level, although it is also one of the six largest, but the weight is much smaller than dsn.
Therefore, plm still has a large box office fluctuation due to the box office of a movie.
"They will release the news around three in the afternoon, and you can buy some stocks in advance."
"Okay, I see." Chen Yan nodded.
Chen Yun's short risk is too great.
Generally, capital shorts are proactive, buying in large quantities first, and then selling, creating market panic, forcing retail investors, and then shearing wool.
This is Chen Liao's luck.
Even if there is reliable news, know that dsn's stock will fall.
However, there is no guarantee as to how much the decline will last.
Once dsn reacts and releases a good news, it will pull the stock back up again.
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"Haha ... see, I said it would fall." Sonamfield said proudly.
"Mr. Sonamfield, fifty-fold leverage is too risky, and you are now back in cash and you don't need to continue."
"No, go ahead, and close it before the market closes today," Sonamfield said.
One or two million dollars a day is not long.
"Continue to short dsn stocks."
"okay then."
Sonamfield is already immersed in fantasy.
Making a fart movie is not as profitable as stocks.
As long as you have the money, invest in your own movie.
At that time, I will let those who look down on themselves look at their own strength.
I will prove myself in the next movie.
Just then, Sonamfield's phone rang again.
"What's up?"
"Mr. Sonamfield ... dsn's stock has gone up."
"What? Then call me, and hurry up," Sonamfield exclaimed.
"It's too late, it's over."
"What? How is this possible? That's a few million dollars," Sonamfield said.
Since the market opened today, his original capital has doubled several times, how could he suddenly lose it.
"Sir, the leverage of 50 times, the risk is inherently very large, as long as a little increase, you can completely clear the funds." Sonamfield said.
"But ... how is this possible ... how much has dsn's stock price risen?"
"3%."
"How is this possible?" Sonenfield still couldn't accept the result.
"The news from dsn, Mr. Steven will take over the shooting of the God of War sequel."
"It can't be this way, it can't be this way ... The director of this series is me, it's me!" Sorenfeld yelled, "This job is mine, dsn can't do this, and Tyris can't do this to me ... yes, give Tyris called. "
Sonamfield called Terris on the phone: "Mr. Teres, we said yes, and also signed the contract. I will be directing the" God of War "trilogy. Now you are in breach of the contract. I want to sue you."
"Sonanfield, you have to find out, because of your reasons, dsn's hundreds of millions of dollars of investment have all been ruined, and even caused dsn's stock price to fall. Do you want to direct the sequel to" God of War "? Don't say that you continue Directing "God of War", you will not even want to be an assistant director, dsn will block you, you will not be able to receive a movie in Hollywood. "
"You can't do this to me ... I have a contract, I have a contract ... you are in breach of contract, and I want to claim ..."
"Oh ... it's an intent contract, not a formal contract, you can just sue." Tyris sneered.
The first film was not completed, and he could not determine the directors of the second and third films.
It is even more impossible for a mature big company to do so.
An intent contract has no legal effect.
To put it plainly, it is almost the same as what is said on the wine table.
If Sonnfield's "God of War" is successful, then he is of course the director of the second and third sequel.
But if the first fails, Sonamfield will only become a scapegoat.
Sonangfield finally sat on the ground after venting for a while.
His career was ruined by the film.
His property was completely lost because of this gambling.
It's over, everything is over.
Just then, the sound of a car horn came downstairs.
Sonamfield glanced through the window probe, a strange car.
At this time a woman got on the car.
Sonenfield saw the woman very beautiful and thought to her that this woman might come to find her way.
Sonamfield went down to open the door: "Miss, are you looking for me?"
"I represent the bank. I'm detaining your house now," said Yamila, looking at Sonamfield.
"What? Seize, what do you mean?"
"Your house has been mortgaged to our bank and we investigated your account. Your account is completely out of money, so now this house belongs to the bank. If you fail to get money within three months, If you repay the bank, then we will have the right to auction this house to repay the money you owe the bank. "
"Wait ... I'm a bit compact now, but I'm a director, I'm a well-known director in Hollywood, I have enough credibility and visibility, I am fully capable of repaying the money owed to the bank, you can't ask for a seizure so suddenly my house."
"Sorry, Sonamfield, this house doesn't belong to you right now," Yamila said calmly, "please move out before dark."
"I refuse." Sonenfield was tough.
Yamila smiled and snapped her fingers. There were more than a dozen big five and three thick guys coming in: "I don't care if you agree or not, a few of you are waiting here, to give Mr. Sonamfield some preparation time. Before that point, he had no intention of leaving, so you help him move. "
Sonamfield picked up the phone: "Salad, I want to live with you for a few days. It's convenient for you."
"Sonanfield, I'm not in Los Angeles right now. If you have anything to do, please tell me when I get back. That's all, I have something to do, goodbye."
"Slut ... you ..." Sonenfield growled angrily.