Eating, drinking and having fun, the Banner people lived such a carefree life. They watched the house that Master Fengxiu rented in Dashilan being renovated, and the workers were busy coming in and out.
These people were well-informed and naturally knew what Feng Xiu was going to do.
"Have you heard? That Beijing-Tianjin Railway stock I made before will be listed on the 15th! It will start selling. Fengxiu is renovating an exchange!"
"Whoever has stocks in your hands will go to his place to write an order for takeout when the time comes!"
"Oh...you are so well-informed. Finally, the waste paper in our hands is sold somewhere? Is there a villain bigger than Fan Da's head?"
"Haha, of course Fan Daguan still hasn't come back, but don't forget that in the Qing Dynasty, no matter in the south of the Yangtze River or in the north, there are always people who want to make a fortune!"
"How can you make a fortune just by buying these stocks? It's just a casino. My uncle who is an official in Jiangnan said that every year, there are many people who go bankrupt and commit suicide because of stock trading!"
"Of course there is a way to get rich. How come one of the ten people who runs a casino has to make money! But a casino is a casino, and in the end there are still many scams!"
The teahouse was noisy, and people were talking about the exchange that Master Fengxiu had renovated.
"I don't care whether it's a bet or not. I just want to understand one thing. How is the price of buying and selling stocks on this exchange?"
"Oh, you asked the right person about this, I just found out yesterday!"
"The stock exchange in this place has its own dedicated telegraph line. The telegraph office has already towed a line before, and there is a dedicated person responsible for sending and receiving telegraphs!"
"The stock market in Jiangnan starts trading at nine o'clock in the morning, which is the foreign time, for one hour in the morning, and another hour from one o'clock in the afternoon, four hours a day!"
"It's impossible for this thing to be accurate every minute and every second. They stipulate that they send telegrams to each other once an hour, reporting the latest trading price of each stock!"
"Receive one telegram an hour, four a day, and the last one is the closing price, which is the opening price of the next day!"
"Let's just talk about Beijing-Tianjin Railway stocks. Within an hour, the prices on various exchanges will definitely be different, but if you put them together, there will be mutual learning and adjustments will be made every hour!"
"In general, there won't be much difference. Then we take an average at the closing price every day and put it on the next day to be the opening price of all exchanges!"
"Ouch... If this is selling the stocks in my hand, do I have to keep an eye on it every day? Are you wasting two hours a day here?"
"Why is it so difficult? Many speculators in Jiangnan are really soaking in the stock market like this. Most of them just place orders!"
"For example, you still have the Beijing-Tianjin Railway stock in your hand. How much do you want to pay for it? One yuan one or one yuan five, just write it down and hang it!"
"Then it's time for you to eat and drink. If there is a buyer in the exchange who thinks you can buy it at this price, he will naturally pay for the transfer. You can just go to the exchange directly to collect the money the next day!"
"It's that easy? Oh, I have to give it a try. I still have more than a thousand shares that I haven't sold yet!"
"Really? You still have it in your hand? Didn't you sell it to Fan Big Head before?" People immediately felt sorry for him.
"Hey... I have no idea. When I was planning to sell it, the prince sent me out on an errand. The guy at home was a loser and didn't know how to sell it. He missed it alive!"
"There are more than a thousand shares. I'm just hoping that someone will ask for it on the 15th... I don't want to make money anymore. I can sell whatever I bought. I can come and go!"
"That's right, that's right... It's best to keep this money in your own hands. There are a lot of bad people in the world today, and there are a lot of scammers, so be careful!"
Sell, sell, sell. Before the Beijing-Tianjin Railway stock was listed on the market, the Eight Banners disciples in the capital had already reached a consensus that this stock was undesirable and they must be sold once there was a chance to sell it.
Why do you say this? On the one hand, the entire Eight Banners did not trust the emperor. After all, there had been several conflicts before.
The second reason is that I really don’t understand and don’t want to learn!
The third reason is that those conservatives who hate the emperor, instigated by Guiziliu, have been secretly spreading rumors.
The fourth reason is even more ignorant. Don't forget that many people sold their stocks to Fan Da Nao in advance. These people will not admit that their choice is wrong.
These people who sell in advance will arrogantly laugh at the bannermen who are trapped in their hands. On the one hand, they want to show their ability to choose the right pair, and on the other hand, they also like to see those who are trapped in the trap become dejected!
Human nature is like this. We always like to watch others wrestling on the roadside and then laugh and gloat!
"Look, you didn't listen when I asked you to sell Fan Daguang's head. Now you're trapped, right? I've already withdrawn the money to drink and go to a teahouse!"
"Take a look! Take a look, the iron-backed general, the absolute champion cricket... was sold with the money he extracted, don't be envious!"
The more exciting this is, the more uneasy it becomes for those who still hold shares. They go to Dashilar every day to inquire about the market, and are waiting for the market to be sold on the 15th to exchange their money. !
Beijing-Tianjin Railway issued 10 million shares, and now only one-tenth of the capital's Eight Banners conservatives, more than one million shares, are left in the hands, but they still want to escape with this small amount of shares.
Outside the teahouse, the sedan chair creaked. Inside was Fu Qing, who had just returned from Nancheng Printing Factory. Along the way, he heard the chatter of countless Eight Banner disciples. Hearing what they said, Mr. Qing was so sad that he was speechless. explain.
"Let's... take a detour through Dashilan and go see the exchange renovated by Lord Fengxiu..."
The housekeeper hurriedly led the bearer to turn around and go to Dashilan. It was already dark now, and many people bustling on the street were preparing to buy something to eat and go home.
The exchange that Fengxiu ordered to renovate has reached the final stage of cleaning. It is lit with bright gas lamps and has a high counter of 1.5 meters. Traders can easily change the transaction prices on the blackboard while sitting on it, and they can also look down from a high position. Looking at the investors below.
There are clips hanging from wires in mid-air, and the orders written by traders at different positions move back and forth on the high-altitude wires.
The butler asked in a low voice outside the sedan, "Master... will you go in and take a look? I'll ask them to prepare..."
"No, I'll just take a look here... Hey, good words can't persuade the damn devil! In fifteen days, the capital will probably cry!"
"Let's go... We have done our best to give them money. What can we do?"
Fu Qing left without doing anything. At this moment, the reformists within the Manchu Qing Dynasty were completely disappointed with these conservatives, to the point of despair!
