Chapter 640: The Battlefield Without Gunpowder (I.)

As soon as the day dawned, the bill hall on the second floor of the fair was crowded with anxious people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Among them, there are citizens of the city, traders who run errands for customers, and more are small and medium-sized bourgeoisie who rushed from other city-states overnight, hearing the news that is not favorable to Baiou Port, and are eager to cash out the promissory notes, bonds, and stocks of the Yangbo family's related industries in their banks.

They held various bills in their hands, tilted their heads for a long time, and stared intently at the two blackboards hanging in the center of the hall, and every time a trader ran over to add a new transaction to the blackboard, it would cause a commotion, and people reflexively rushed forward to see if the deal could help them get out of the predicament. However, the chalk words are always added to the blackboard on the left side that shows the sell order, and a heart-wrenching stone is added under the dense sales entries, and the blackboard on the right side that shows the buy order is as clean as a beggar's dinner plate, occasionally filled in one or two transaction targets, and the discounts are so pressed that people can't help but curse the "vampire", even if this kind of five-fold or so, it is clear that the slaughter of the person's purchase order, after a few minutes, someone can't help but take the order, in exchange for a little poor cash, and escape from this Shura field like a water dog, Thinking of the capital he lost, his heart ached like a knife, and he cursed and vowed never to touch any "wealth on paper" again.

Whenever this happens, the trader will run over and wipe out a trade that has already been completed. The hesitant crowd in the hall then let out a tsunami-like sigh, regretting why they couldn't take the order decisively, obviously the price of the bill is falling endlessly, it is a wise choice to cut the meat as soon as possible, why should you be lucky and expect the market to improve?

Separated by a wall from the lobby full of retail investors is a large room with rich noblewomen, shrewd businessmen, and clever brokers, who are chatting falsely and hoping to get the latest information from their opponents, or pacing alone with a lot of worries hidden in the calm atmosphere of the retail hall more than the chaos of the retail hall.

Two young "investors" sat at the bar, intently flipping through the newspaper, eager to eat every line of the word, trying to search for clues related to the stock market from the publicly disclosed information.

A young clever trader, who brought the two gentlemen beer and a plate of roasted walnuts, respectfully asked, "Mr. Jonathan, Mr. Campbell, is there anything else you need?" ā€

"Sit down and have a drink with me, private." Fat Jonathan opened the bottle with one hand, poured beer with fine foam into the glass, and pushed it in front of the trader.

"Thank you for your hospitality, my old sir." The trader smiled and toasted to him.

When he served in the Coast Guard, he was Jonathan's old subordinate, and he worked as an artilleryman on the "Yanbo", because he contracted malaria, and was forced to leave the army less than a year after enlistment, so there is no retirement pay.

Jonathan took pity on his poor family, and was the only son in the family, so he helped him get an errand, ran errands in the bank, and went to the night school at Dolphin Bay Business School to attend math classes twice a week, and the tuition was also funded by Jonathan.

The Yangbo family bank was the organizer of the fair, and the bill hall needed the services of a shrewd young man, so he applied to work part-time as a trader here, running errands for professional speculators like Jonathan and Campbell, helping people buy and sell bills, serving tea and water, and earning tips.

"Nonsense! A bunch of damned liars! Jonathan angrily threw down the newspaper, "Except for the issue date of 'June 22', there is not a single word in the morning newspaper that can be taken seriously!" Isn't it a nonsense to say that 'the naval battle that broke out on Coral Island is purely a good thing' and that 'the Hong Kong Navy fleet is only going to Eagle Island for a courtesy visit'? ā€

Beside Jonathan, the thin man with a grim look also put down the newspaper and calmly stated his opinion: "It is an indisputable fact that the Coast Guard has clashed with the fleet of the Giant Demon Island under the command of the pirate Admiral Maximian, and yesterday morning I received a rumor from a dignitary in the city of Roa that the gentleman had a sum of money to invest in me, and he would not lie to me, Jonathan, just as I will not lie to you." ā€

"Of course I trust your judgment, this point does not need to be emphasized, now that the war has begun, now we need to focus on when and how the war will end, I look forward to the crushing of the pirate fleet by the heroic White Gulls Harbor Navy, dear Campbell, what do you think?"

Campbell, as always, looked nonchalant and replied in a tone without any emotion: "I don't expect anything, Jonathan, I'm sure victory will come, you don't have to do anything, just be patient." ā€

Jonathan put down his wine glass, rubbed his fat palms, and said impatiently: "Since I am convinced that the depreciation is only a temporary phenomenon, why don't I take the opportunity to buy a little more, I can earn more in the future, Campbell, do you still have short-term bonds in your hand?" ā€

Campbell frowned slightly, then regained his cold and hard expression, and said to his friend: "A noble man in Tana City entrusted me to dispose of a batch of bonds due at the end of the month, he lacks concentration, and listens to the wind and rain in case of trouble, I have advised him not to pay too much attention to the bill market, and entrust professional things to professionals, but he always does not listen to my advice, and recently moved the mind of selling bonds, if you are interested in taking over, I can transfer it to you at a six-fold discount." ā€

"But there are similar bonds in the lobby outside, and you can buy ......them at a 5.7 percent discount," the trader muttered.

Campbell glanced at him and replied coldly: "Spend a little more money in exchange for the appreciation of the third person in the ruling family of Tana City, if anyone thinks that this is a loss-making transaction, it can only mean that he is not suitable for this industry." ā€

"That's it, Campbell! I can still scrape together 100,000 in cash, and if your client is not confident of victory, he can sell it to me at the price you just said, and I will stay here until the dawn comes. Jonathan raised his glass and drank it all, looking very bold****** his lips squirmed, and finally couldn't help but express his concerns: "Mr. Jonathan, allow me to remind you that lately there has been a rumor in the city, and the city-state authorities have strictly ordered all newspapers not to publish any news about the naval battle, think about it, my old sir, if the result of the naval battle is favorable to our army, and the city-state authorities have not had time to publicize it with great fanfare, why do you want to block the news?" ā€

Jonathan thought for a moment, felt that his speculation seemed to have some truth, and turned to Campbell with an inquiring look.