"Axiang!"
the next day.
Morning.
Zhuang Shikai did not go to work at the police station, nor did he go to find Rose.
Because today is Sunday and it is daytime.
If you want to go to work, you have to go look for it on Monday. If you want to find roses, you have to go there in the evening.
At this moment, Zhuang Shikai drove to the Financial Street in Central, Hong Kong Island.
In 1964, a group of Chinese businessmen headed by Mr. Li Fuzhao returned from the United States and established the "Far East Stock Exchange" after many negotiations and balances, and the Hong Kong Island stock market kicked off.
The "Hang Seng Index", which represents the stock trend of Hong Kong Island, has become the only stock trading market in Asia, that is, the Far East.
In this context, the reputation of the "Hang Seng Index" began to grow, and Hong Kong Island cultivated the first batch of investors.
Until 1972, China and the United States held talks, General Kesson visited China, and China and Germany established diplomatic relations.
Under such a promising situation in East Asia, Hong Kong Island is a financial port in Asia. Investors are enthusiastic, the Hang Seng Index is soaring, and the Hong Kong stock market is galloping.
In 1973, the Vietnam War ceased fire, the Hong Kong government announced a railway construction plan, and major banking companies successively paid dividends and then gave out big bonuses. Coupled with the continued financial turmoil in the West, the Hong Kong stock market has become even more frenzied, like gold everywhere.
Starting in 1993, stocks became completely popular in Hong Kong, and the state of "citizens are stock investors" was truly realized. The people even shouted the slogan "As long as stocks do not require banknotes".
From 1969 to 1972, in just six years, the Hang Seng Index increased sevenfold, and trading volume surged sixteenfold.
And everything after madness will surely usher in destruction.
February 1973.
The Hong Kong stock market will usher in the historically famous 73 stock market crash.
The Hang Seng Index will fall by 75% in half a year.
The Middle East oil crisis occurred the following year.
It will fall another 60%!
At that time, I don’t know how many people will have their families broken up, and how many company bosses will commit suicide by jumping off the building.
…
"Mr. Zhuang."
"Inside please, inside please."
Zhuang Shikai walked into a building on Financial Street and took the elevator to the "Flying Investment Company" on the eighth floor.
Sima Xiang was wearing a beige suit and glasses. He was a thin man with two female receptionists and stood at the door to greet Zhuang Shikai.
"Let's sit inside."
Zhuang Shikai was wearing a suit, nodded, and strode towards the office on the top floor of the company.
Sima Xiang quickly followed behind.
The beautiful female receptionist in black stockings and high heels with straight legs went to make tea for the big boss.
As a prophet, Zhuang Shikai would certainly not miss any opportunity to make a fortune.
Especially the stock market and property market, which are shady industries where speculators are everywhere.
There is no need to blame or feel guilty when making money from speculators like them.
Haha, these people are gamblers by nature, investing money after money into the same gambling pool.
If he doesn't make money from the gambling pool, others will too.
So he shamefully took advantage of it...
And he laughed while making money, enjoying the pleasure of receiving hundreds of thousands every day.
To put it simply, Zhuang Shikai invested the money earned from the two factories into the stock market from the beginning of 1972. The initial capital was about 5 million, and then the position was increased every month, and finally the principal reached more than 30 million after half a year.
This 30 million principal, after being circulated in the stock market, has now exceeded 100 million, and the rate of return is terrifying!
Even in the crazy bull market where you can earn money by buying, this rate of return is still very powerful!
You may not be able to achieve this rate of return just by buying blindly, trying your luck, or buying blue chip stocks.
As a big banker with a lot of money, Zhuang Shikai set up an investment company to recruit a very powerful trader to manage the money for him.
This trader is Sima Xiang in front of him, and he is now well-known as the gold medal economy in Hong Kong Island. It's a pity that he only serves private bosses, otherwise investors who want him to trade and hold positions would be able to cross the threshold of "flying investment".
Although on the surface Sima Xiang is the boss of "Feixiang Investment", in fact everyone in Hong Kong's financial circle knows that Feixiang Investment represents the interests of "Mr. Zhuang".
This also gave Sima Xiang a certain extraordinary status in the financial circle, making it much easier to do many things.
"Zhuangsheng, your coffee." At this time, two female receptionists walked into the room and placed a cup of coffee and a plate of nuts in front of the big boss.
"Thank you." Zhuang Shikai nodded politely. Apart from remembering their legs, he didn't remember what the two women looked like at all.
Men are always like this, they only see what they want to see and only remember the parts that impress them.
Sima Xiang picked up the stainless steel kettle, unscrewed the spout, and drank a large amount of water. After the two female receptionists closed the door and left, he put down the kettle and asked aloud: "Zhuangsheng, do you really want to drink it?" Let go of all the goods?"
Today, of course, Zhuang Shikai did not come to the investment company to check his legs, but planned to sell all his stocks and cash in before the stock market crash.
Hmm... What is the difference between a smart person and a fool? Of course, smart people know how to run away!
If he doesn't cash out in advance, what's the difference between him and a fool who is obsessed with profit and plunges headlong into the stock market? Prophets are just for running away!
And because he holds a large number of positions, liquidation requires both means and time. If you don’t run now, it will be too late next month!
Those who really ran away a few days before the stock market crash were basically no different from profit-seeking fools.
"Let it go! I want to let it all go!"
Zhuang Shikai picked up the coffee cup, leaned on the chair, lowered his head and took a sip.
He called Sima Xiang before coming to the company, probably letting Sima Xiang know his plans.
His tone was sonorous and powerful, and his expression was calm and calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the current craze in the stock market. Compared with the crazy stock investors outside, they are simply two extremes.
"This is the big boss!" Sima Xiang stared at Zhuang Shikai's eyes, as if trying to see a trace of hesitation and reluctance in Zhuang Shikai's eyes.
It's a pity that he didn't find it. What he found was only determination and confidence.
"Okay! Let it go!" Sima Xiang nodded, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the trading supervisor outside.
An investment company certainly doesn’t consist of just one person.
Five trading supervisors and more than thirty traders are in the office area outside the door, facing a big-ass computer, ready to go.
Now Hong Kong Financial Street is just a common name, not a coordinate place name. There is no International Financial Center building in Financial Street, only a few newly built ten-story small high-rise buildings.
However, times and buildings will change, but the social significance carried by the location will not. Being able to rent an entire floor of a financial company in a Financial Street building symbolizes top-notch strength.
"Beep, beep, beep." After the internal call was dialed, a supervisor in the office area picked up the phone, stood up, and looked at the speaker inside the glass door.
These small characters are not qualified to contact the big boss, but today the company's spokesperson contacted the big boss, and they were all prepared.
"Delivery! All!" Sima Xiang looked at the supervisor outside the door, nodded, and said into the microphone.
"Delivery!" The trading supervisor hung up the phone, turned around and yelled.
The quiet office suddenly burst into flames, echoing with the sounds of phone calls, quotations, and keyboard typing.
