"-95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100"
He counted out a wad of money, tied neatly with a rubber band, and placed it in the box in front of him. The box was almost overflowing with money.
I counted the money until my hands cramped. I put the cash I collected from two large shopping malls and the exchanged money together.
1973 was a tough year for both the United States and China. The upstart countries' oil price hikes strangled their economic lifelines.
The economy began to stagnate this year and the stock market plummeted.
The cash in her hand would just be there anyway, so she invested it as a long-term investment.
"As long as you can find a solution for me, money will not be a problem."
"But being caught is illegal, and the Immigration Department is very strict about this."
“Snap, snap, snap—”
Jiang Cha is currently sitting in the home of a well-connected local middleman.
Wads of cash were placed on his desk. There is nothing in the world that money can't do. If it can't be done, it proves that the money wasn't enough!
In a capitalist society, everything is paved with money.
The next day, she received her passport, and her nationality had been changed to the United States. Apart from her photo, there was no information about her.
With an identity vest, I will never bring shame to my motherland no matter what I do from now on.
After all, her information was registered as a foreigner, with green contact lenses and brown hair. There was no need to worry about entering it into the computer in the future. Her fingerprints were 84 a few days ago and were severely peeling.
With my warm passport in hand, I opened a bank account and carried a suitcase filled with cash.
It was the first time in her life that she sat in the VIP room and drank coffee. After all, she used to walk around the bank for fear that they would laugh at her for not being able to withdraw the 89 yuan in her card.
After settling the deposit and accepting the gift from the account manager, I headed straight to the Pacific Dark Exchange. While it wasn't the bottom yet, the price was dirt cheap compared to what it would be in a few decades.
When I was in school, I attended a few classes and I remember the teacher sighing that if anyone bought Berkshire Hathaway in 1975, three generations of his family could live comfortably.
I can't remember the others, but this one is definitely not to be missed.
Today's real-time trading price in November 1974 is $95.231, and it will fall by nearly half in the next two years.
But it is not very convenient for her, and she is making a lot of money now. The stock price was $0.475 in 23 years.
No matter how you calculate it, it's faster than robbing money. She can just lie at home and make money quietly.
"Are you sure?"
Jiang Cha went through the account opening procedures and planned to buy some stocks.
The stockbroker thought he'd misheard. Everyone was selling now. Some were opening accounts to buy. A Taiwanese person would describe this feeling as joining the Nationalist Army in 1949.
It doesn’t matter whether she makes a profit or a loss, since I’m getting the commission anyway.
Out of curiosity, he quickly verified the capital and opened an account. After much difficulty, he couldn't let the money fly away from his hands no matter what.
If he doesn't open the shop soon, he'll be out of a job. With unemployment so high now, it's not easy to catch a fat sheep that has fallen into a trap.
After a cursory glance at her ID and bank statement, her account was quickly sorted out. The broker, holding the stock numbers, wondered if she had any inside information.
Jiang Cha bought the famous Berkshire Hathaway, as well as Coca-Cola, IBM, and the Washington Post.
Among them, Berkshire bought 100 lots and the others bought 10 lots. At this point, all the cash they had collected was gone, not even the money for the return flight.
Jiang Cha walked out of the exchange, wondering where he could find money for the trip home. He wondered where he could buy something for free, and how much shipping he had to pay for.
Find an empty corner to live in. If you can't afford to stay in a hotel, her space is the best. It is a must-have for home and travel.
Looking at the map, she decided to visit certain places.
They can get a US passport in one day, so they must have a lot of energy. Similarly, they must have a lot of money.
At around 1 a.m., a man with short red hair, wearing black clothes and with his face covered appeared on the street.
Night is the best cover, and the streets are relatively quiet in the early morning. After all, at this time, people are either trading or communicating.
She had seen someone unloading goods mysteriously nearby that day.
Her target tonight was here. She looked around carefully but found no one there.
Going up the fire escape at the back, there are windows in the attic of this house that are open.
After confirming that no one was down there, I lowered the ladder down the window, landed safely on the ground, and then stowed it away. I listened carefully to what was happening down there. It was very quiet. The wooden house had no sound insulation.
If there really is someone down there, it's definitely impossible to hide.
Jiang Cha carefully opened each room and found that this was a temporary warehouse of a certain big boss.
Boxes of bullets, guns wrapped in oil paper, grenades, a large box of white powder, and several suitcases of cash.
Look, this is the supply, this is the number one guy on the list, I really want to shout to him, "Old iron 666".
I quickly put the things away, and before leaving, I "accidentally" left a small amulet in the house. I don't know where I picked it up by mistake.
Go straight out the main gate and take the opportunity to loot this street.
It turns out that the big guys like to put their warehouses together.
I don’t know if the supply point she came across tonight belonged to a big boss, but she “accidentally” left behind an amulet, a handkerchief embroidered with cherry blossoms, and a small coin.
At dawn, Jiang Cha was already preparing for breakfast in Chinatown.
She didn't care about the rumors outside at all. After all, they were just looking for a peaceful life, so it was none of her business.
A meal of authentic Cantonese breakfast made her almost cry.
After being out for several days, this meal was the most satisfying one, except for the food in the space.
On the dragon gate of Ban Street, there is a calligraphy piece by Mr. Lu Xun, titled "The World Belongs to the Public," and two large stone lions.
When she was driving a broken car that had been used for who knows how many years, collecting specialties from farms, she was everywhere hearing news about the attack on her life.
She returned with a full load and boarded the plane, only to see the little ones who were in a panic, some with bruises on their faces.
She was quite embarrassed, after all, she had set a fire in a busy area before leaving. She had filled the trash can with the powder she had collected, poured alcohol on it, set it on fire, and ran away.
Wearing three layers of N95 and a gas mask, she drove her old car as fast as she could, and waited for her to board the plane, not knowing what would happen next.
It should be pretty exciting, right? I wonder how many people will be happy with a force 4 wind, but those who stay in the area will have to keep their tails between their legs for now.
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