The group of bannermen selling stocks today were so angry that they were so angry that some of them came to wait in line at six or seven in the morning. As a result, when the market opened, the court made so many useless rituals that it was almost nine o'clock. point.
This exchange still has a yamen atmosphere, but it is not as polite as the traders in Dashilar around it. Every one of them has a nose or an eye.
If you ask a few more questions or scold someone with a glare, you can't get in trouble with him because this is because he has a position in the Ministry of Household Affairs.
What’s even more irritating are the jokers who are watching the fun and don’t take it too seriously, making sarcastic comments on the sidelines. They are so anxious that they are going to bed, but they still have the heart to drink ice-cold sour plum soup!
"Sell, sell, sell! I want to sell stocks, one thousand shares..."
"I'll sell it too, I have eight hundred..."
"I have this thousand and a half... If I sell it, where can I get the money?"
The trader sitting on the 1.5-meter-high counter looked down at the group of heads below with contempt and sneered, "Get money? I still want to get money, but no one will give it to me?"
"Read the rules written on the wall. Why do you just get money? This is a market for buying and selling. You have to put it up for sale! Only when a buyer takes over will you get money!"
"Listen up... On the left are the people who are buying, and on the right are the people who are selling... Only one Beijing-Tianjin Railway stock is listed today, and no other stocks in Jiangnan are listed!"
"Don't squeeze in. The place to buy is on the left. Do you want to buy?"
The noisy crowd suddenly crowded to the right, holding stocks and passing them to the one-meter-and-five-meter-high counter.
"I'll sell... I'll put up my one thousand shares first..."
With a swish, the person on the counter reached out and grabbed the stock. He checked the authenticity first and said, "Well...how much do you want to sell it for? What's the price?"
"Just one piece of that one will do, I'll sell it for one piece!"
"You're not making money? I'm reminding you, there is a stamp tax of three thousandths of a percent when trading stocks! If you make a deal with this one thousand yuan, you will be charged three yuan in tax!"
"Ah? You still have to pay taxes? Why? Stamping, what kind of flowers are printed? How long ago did I ask you to stamp it?"
"No reason! Just because this is a yamen, this is a stock issued by the imperial court! This is the rule... stamp? See for yourself, is there any lace on the stock list? You have to pay for the lace to be printed!"
"Don't think about it carefully. In such a big trading market, rent is free? Labor is free? Paper, pen and ink are free? These are all costs!"
"If it doesn't come from you, where will it come from? Are you going to sell it or not? If not, leave quickly. The next one..."
"You...you...you..." The person under the counter couldn't say anything, but thinking about the tigress at home playing around every day, he finally got discouraged.
"Sell, sell, sell! I can't sell it...but I can't lose money! Can I sell it for one dollar per share?"
"Okay! It's up to you to decide what price you want, I don't care about you! It's just one dollar per dollar, go through the formalities..."
In the Qing Dynasty, the first transaction on the Capital Stock Exchange was completed amid curses and curses. One thousand shares were priced at one yuan per share, and the stamp duty was three thousandths.
The selling counter on the right wrote the order three times, five times and divided by two, and then issued a receipt to the visitor. "You can take the receipt and check it after tomorrow. As long as someone buys your stock, you will be able to receive the money then." !Next person……"
With a whoosh, the document was placed on the iron clip, and slid along the iron wire on the roof to the left half of the exchange. There was an area prepared for customers who could afford to buy stocks. These hanging selling orders, It will be written on the whiteboard for customers to choose.
However, there was not a single customer in the buying area at this time, and it was so deserted!
With the first share, there will be a second share, and gradually people have figured out the trajectory. It turns out that you can price whatever price you want in this stock market, even if you price it at ten yuan a share? No one is stopping you, but if there is a fool who likes to buy your stock for ten dollars, then it is a fight and a fight.
But this stamp duty is really annoying, three thousandths? Just these pieces of paper cost so much money? And the level of service is just short of being condescending and hitting people, and you still want money?
It's a pity that there is no way. This is because the imperial government is so arrogant. If you want to turn stocks into money, you have to endure it!
Perhaps due to the influence of the first person, the following bannermen no longer offered one yuan per share. Most of them followed the same example and offered one yuan per share. Some were more greedy and offered one yuan, two or even one yuan three. This is The highest.
At this time, someone asked below, "Huh? Didn't you say that every hour, a telegram will be sent to report the price in Jiangnan? It's already 9:10, and it hasn't been written out yet?"
An impatient head appeared on the high counter. "Why are you so anxious? Telegrams cannot be transcoded and translated when they arrive. It will take time to write on the blackboard... isn't this coming?"
There is a huge blackboard hanging in the middle of the hall at the back. At this moment, a staff member is climbing up the ladder, holding chalk in his hand.
"In the Suzhou market, the price at nine o'clock on the Beijing-Tianjin Railway is... one yuan and five cents!"
"Shanghai Exchange, the price at nine o'clock is...one dollar and eight cents!"
"Jiang Ning... Ouch, Jiang Ning is expensive, Jiang Ning is one dollar and two cents..."
People immediately became excited, "The money has gone up? The money in Jiangnan has gone up! Is this true or false?"
"Tch...you don't understand, right? The transaction price only has a price after a transaction is completed. These prices, which are mixed and round, mean that someone over there has actually completed the transaction! If there is a listing for sale, there will be a purchase. !”
It turns out that there is really a transaction, it turns out that the price really fluctuates, and the people behind are all excited: "I will place a price of one yuan and three... maybe it will rise to one yuan and three in the afternoon, I will place a price of one and four... one and four..."
Just when people were noisy and noisy, a boy in his twenties suddenly squeezed in from the crowd at the gate, wearing a coarse blue gown.
"Why are you squeezing? You don't know how to queue? Coolie, how dare you compete with me for a seat?" The flagman who jumped in line punched him.
The Han boy held his head in his hands and was so frightened that he begged for mercy, "Master! Don't be angry. I'm not cutting in line... I'm going to the left. There are too many people at this door?"
"Go to the left? You pauper still wants to buy stocks? Do you have money? Hahaha..."
The Han guy didn't dare to talk back, so he walked to the empty left area with his head down, raised his head and asked, "The man on the counter... what's the cheapest price?"
"Well... young man, are you running errands for someone else?" The person at the counter was still sharp-eyed. "The lowest bidding price is one yuan a piece, and there are more than 3,000 shares listed. Do you want to buy it?"
The young man looked at the blackboard and nodded, "Just one dollar a piece, buy a thousand shares... This is the bank note from Fukang Bank. You have to take a look!"
"Haha... I knew you were a regular follower of a big businessman, so I'll handle the procedures for you!"
One thousand shares for one dollar, eleven hundred silver dollars, and then a stamp duty of three thousandths. In the eyes of the crowded bannermen on the right, the young man traded a thousand shares and then stuffed it into his arms and ran out the door.
Luo Hao in the restaurant shouted, "Young man, don't run away. You were the first to buy. The newspaper will interview you...Don't leave..."
The little boy's legs and feet were so fast. Maybe he was afraid of leaking the boss's secret, so he disappeared into the alley in a flash.
In any case, the stock was actually sold, and the bannerman who first traded the stock hadn't gone far yet and was chatting and complaining with other people on the street. ,
I heard someone shouting from behind, "Master Jin! Master Jin is back... Your stocks have been sold, your first share! Aren't you going to get the money?"
"Oh shit, are you selling it now? One piece for a piece?"
One dollar for one, that's 10% profit from sitting on the ground, one hundred silver dollars. Throw away the stamp duty of three yuan and three triangles, this is also a profit of more than 90 yuan!
"Ah ha ha... ninety silver dollars! Ninety dollars... ha ha ha..."
Note: In reality, when we trade stocks, don’t there are two concepts of selling and buying in the system? They are all on the computer, with rows of prices.
In fact, this is the principle. In the early days of humankind, stock trading in the pre-computer era was a transaction in which buyers and sellers shouted prices and could even bargain.
Now everyone should understand what "hawking" and "hawking" mean!
