Chapter 468 This is a disaster!

@@@@@@United States, New York.

Winters stretched out, grabbed the sandwich on the table and took two bites, kissed his wife on the face with bread crumbs, and said goodbye to the two children before walking to the door.

But as soon as he got to the door, he found that the light rain that began last night had not stopped. The cloudy clouds in the sky seemed to let him see the bleak situation of the stock market in the past few days, and he couldn't help scolding her from the bottom of his heart.

The rain in October, with the cold current from Quebec, drilled into his neck and made people tremble. Fortunately, the car he had just bought stopped not far away and rushed into the car. He was relieved.

This is a brand-new four-seater leather-top car. It comes from that ancient country in the east, but has a very nice name called "Martha". I heard that the name comes from a Hispanic American girl who once rescued the boss of Xinhua Automobile Factory who studied in the United States in the most difficult time. The name was given in memory of her.

No one knows if this is true, but this car is really great. Compared with similar American cars, it is not only fast, but also adopts a wide tire design, which makes driving very comfortable. The most strange thing is that the ceiling is sewn with a few steel brackets and cowhide. If the weather is good, it can be folded backwards. Driving.

Of course, its price is not cheap, a full of 150 dollars, three times that of American self-produced cars, but as a white-collar worker working in a bank clearing center, thanks to the continuous development of the U.S. financial industry over the years, Winster is not short of money, so he needs to use this top-level car to reflect his identity.

Winters started the car quickly. After several turns in a row, his eyes suddenly became very busy. This scene made him take a deep breath. Perhaps this is the charm of New York. No matter when and where it is, it is so busy and lively.

He gently aggravated the accelerator. When he was about to pass the domestic thin-wheeled car in front of him, a strange scene on the street caught his attention. He only saw a long stream of people scattered around the street, hundreds of meters long.

When he drove "Martha" closer, he found that the people in line had lined up to the door of the City Bank, which made him very strange. The City Bank of New York is a very reputable bank. His largest shareholder is Mr. Morgan, who is known as one of the financial gods. How can there be so many queues? Where are the people? Is Mr. Morgan having any special activities?

Although he had the intention to ask, the horn behind him stopped him. Looking at the long dragon who still came from all directions, a bad feeling gradually rose from the bottom of his heart.

However, he still resisted his curiosity and drove three blocks to a five-storey building. After parking the car under the envious eyes of the waiter at the door, he rushed to the newsstand on the corner of the street to buy a newspaper as usual, and then walked to the revolving gate.

"Mr. Winster, be careful."

As soon as Winster was about to enter, he felt that he had been suddenly pulled. He found that more than a dozen scum-faced men came out of it with ladders and various cleaning tools, especially the corner of the long ladder was facing his face. He was so scared that he hurriedly avoided it. He turned his head and found that it was the waiter who pulled him. After a few words of gratitude, he pointed to the big men and asked, "Pitt, who are they?" How did you come here? God, have I gone to the wrong place?

No wonder Winster is surprised. You know, this building is the settlement center of the Bank of New York. There are hundreds of millions of dollars worth of cash in the vault on the basement and top floor. The reason why so much cash is stored is that there is often a huge amount of money between New York and large and small banks in the United States. Count.

But what did he see now? More than a dozen strange faces in and out!

"Ha ha, Mr. Winster, don't worry, they are the cleaning and repairmen invited by Mr. Carr. Because the water pipe on the fourth floor burst, they were asked to repair it." Pete, a waiter who likes to be talkative, said, and didn't forget to get closer. He bit his ear and said, "I hate the guys from New Mexico."

"Me too!" Winster looked at the last Mexican man with a tattoo on his cheek, and then walked to the stairs with a low echo.

"Winster!"

After stepping on the wooden spiral ladder, Winster just opened the newspaper. He wanted to see what news there was today. He also wanted to know what happened to the bank crowd he had just saw. There was a call behind him again. He had to close the newspaper again, laughing and again. He turned his head and saw his best partner, Erics, snatching from the security guard. After passing the certificate, he caught up with him. When he saw him, he immediately shouted, "Hi, Winster, I saw your car. It's great!"

"Real is that right?!" Winster couldn't help but be a little proud, but turned his face and said, "But they say it's the Chinese thing. I will subsidize the crazy emperor in this way and let him produce at least one more rifle."

"Shit!"

Erex scolded and scolded, "Those damn politicians don't know anything. If they are really worried, they should take care of the run, instead of going to the Far East or why the White Fleet saw them off."

"The run incident?"

"God, Winster, haven't you read the newspaper? Then why did you buy it?"

"That's because you disturbed me and I haven't had time to watch it." Winster slandered from the bottom of his heart and asked, "What's going on? I just saw the crowd at the gate of the City Bank before. Are they all running?

"Yes." Erics spread out his hands and said, "It's not just the City Bank, but there is a run in front of every bank. God, it's too bad, it's too bad!"

"What's going on? Alex, make it clear." The sudden big news brought by Alex made Winster nervous. The run is not a trivial matter. If it lasts too long, the whole banking industry will be paralyzed.

"It's like this." Alex sorted out his thoughts and told the whole incident.

It turned out that a few days ago, there was some news that Nick Burke, the third largest trust company in the United States, was about to go bankrupt because of his misconduct, which led to a huge loss in the stock market!

At the beginning, this news was only circulating in a small circle. Although it caused the stock market to fall sharply in the past few days, it did not cause much external impact, and the president of Nick Burke heard that he was also financing to solve the problem.

I don't know who put the news in the newspaper yesterday morning. As a result, the whole New York was in a mess. Because Nick Burke Company had previously absorbed a huge amount of deposits from depositors on a large scale higher than bank interest, and also borrowed nearly $100 million from many banks, so if it goes bankrupt, then to the United States The national financial world is simply a catastrophe!

When the news spread yesterday, it began to spread like the flu. In less than half a day, all banks had a large number of withdrawals. Because everyone was not prepared enough, cash began to be in urgent early. It is said that some small banks were even emptied their vaults. I have to close early.

It is said that many banks have begun to require major trust companies to repay their loans immediately. Trust companies that have been urged on both sides have to borrow money from the stock market, and the loan interest has rushed to a sky-high price of 150%, causing the stock market to fall sharply.

But the more so, the more panicked those depositors were. Many people began to worry about whether the deposits deposited in the bank would be out of money, so someone began to queue up at the door of the bank in the middle of the night, waiting for the bank to open early in the morning to raise cash.

Winster gradually understood that no wonder he saw so many people just now, but he was not too worried, because the banks had hundreds of millions of dollars in cash in this building, so as long as the banking industry reached an agreement, it only needed to withdraw a small half of the cash, which would be enough to meet the market supply, and the storm would soon pass.

The continuous sound of phone calls made Winster and Alex, who had just walked into the office, forget to continue the conversation and began to get busy. They knew that these days would definitely be the busiest time, so all the staff, including them, were in their spirits.

Erichs, who was holding the phone in one ear, recorded it, but it seemed that he wrote it wrongly, so he threw the wrong waste paper far away to the dustbin in the corner, but a surprising scene happened. When the paper ball flew accurately into the dustbin, only a slight bang was heard, and a white powder suddenly came out of the dustbin. It spewed out. Before Eric opened his mouth, he saw countless sparks suddenly splashing, and a fire suddenly ignited in the office!

God!

Alex, what did you do!

Winster just answered a phone call and happened to see Alex aiming with a paper ball, but he was already used to the strange habit of his friend, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But he didn't expect that when he raised his head again, a raging fire was already on the side of the trash can. The fierce flame burned faster than gas. He was so scared that he quickly threw the teacup on the table, and then took off his clothes to put out the fire.

"No, I didn't do it! I don't know what's going on!" While learning from Winster to put out the fire, Alex shouted for help, but no matter how hard he tried, the flames got higher and higher, and the whole office became a fire in a moment.

"Go!" Winster threw down half of his clothes and pulled Alex and ran out quickly. But when he rushed to the corridor with everyone, he found that there were flames upstairs and downstairs. Suddenly, he couldn't ask what was going on and rushed out of the building with the screaming crowd.

The wooden rotating upstairs was full of escaped staff. Some people tried to rush up to put out the fire, while some people held their heads and wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. Suddenly, there were shouts in the settlement center, footsteps and raging fires converged together.

When the last employee rushed out of the aisle on the fourth floor to run down, he only heard a huge explosion behind him. The vault next to the fifth floor and the ceiling of the second vault suddenly burst into a huge crack, and the flame suddenly rushed into the important fifth floor from the crack.

God!

The staff member stared at the ceiling collapse quickly, but did not notice that a wisp of flame had been lit under his feet. When he felt the pain, it was too late. The blazing flames crawled all over his body in an instant, and the wailing turned into a shrinking black--

In the wide office, the curtains on the side of the street have been completely opened. JP Morgan held the coffee and looked at the New York Stock Exchange across the street. You can completely imagine how bad it is.

Countless stocks will fall like a waterfall, and traders who fall on the ground will use more pieces of paper than snowflakes, but this is what he and Paul, who is standing beside him at this moment, want to see most!

The third largest trust company in the United States involves a total of 230 million yuan. If this blockbuster does not turn the stock market upside down, I'm afraid there will be no crisis in the world that can shake the United States.

As long as this iron shell is pried open, the financial market will fall into manic. The run crisis will plunge all banks into despair. At that time, what you need to do is to come up with an idea and suggestion, and the whole U.S. economy will be on the track of your dreams.

"Mr. Morgan, Mr. Rockefeller called to discuss with you how to deal with the current crisis."

"In addition, James, president of City Bank. Mr. Stillman also hopes to see you.

Mars opened the door and looked at the two figures standing in front of the window, with a smile on the corners of his mouth. As Morgan's assistant, he knew that the more calls he received at this moment, the more it showed how much influence Morgan had in the American financial world.

Morgan didn't turn around, but gently took a sip of fragrant coffee and asked faintly, "How's the stock market?"

"Very bad." Mars said, "It's only been open for an hour and a half, but almost all stocks have fallen by more than half. I think if it continues like this, maybe the exchange will have to announce a suspension!"

"Real is it? That's great!" Paul clapped his hands excitedly, and the pride and excitement on his face were self-evident. As the spokesperson of the Sixth Empire in the United States and one of the planners of this trend, he had seen the hope of success.

"Mr. Morgan, I think I should tell you some news." At this time, another assistant came in and said, "Our traders said that there seems to be a large amount of funds entering the market and are frantically buying any falling stocks."

"Oh?" Paul, who was excited just now, was stunned and looked at Morgan just about to speak. The latter quickly stopped him and smiled, "Mr. Paul, there are always some people who think they are geniuses, but they forget that there are some things that can't be stopped!"

After saying that, he immediately turned his head and sneered, "Mars, go and tell our traders to sell all the stocks in your hand!"

"Yes, Mr. Morgan." Mars nodded and quickly closed the door.

Morgan's words made Paul's only worry completely disappear. He is one of the few people who know how many stocks Morgan controls. As long as he is determined to sell, it will crush the whole market. As long as it forms a momentum of outflow, no matter how much capital intervention, it is impossible to turn the tables!

The initiative is still on your side!

The only thing he can't figure out is who will be involved in such a large amount of money at this moment? It is definitely not a small amount to be mentioned by Morgan's assistant. Is it the rescue of the American political axe?

"No, I won't." Morgan seemed to see through Paul's worries and picked up today's newspaper with a smile and turned to the first page: "President Fairbanks has led all the political axe officials to Hampton Naval Base in Virginia. Today is the departure of the Global Fleet. It is impossible for him to intervene."

"Impossible!"

Before Morgan finished his confident words, the door of the office was suddenly knocked open. In the past, his assistant Mars, who would not panic no matter how big the storm, rushed in and turned pale with a small note.

"Mr. Morgan, there was a fire in the clearing center, and the whole building burned again!"

With a bang, the coffee cup Paul had just picked up suddenly fell to the ground, and the black coffee completely stained the exquisite stalls from Persia.

"This is a disaster!" ......

(to be continued)