At the same time, Hong Kong gradually fell into darkness, the lights on the streets gradually went out, and people fell asleep one after another.
On the other side of the ocean, the sun is slowly rising from the sea level in the United States, and the earth is welcoming a bright scene.
Nine o'clock in the morning, outside 18 Broadway in Manhattan, New York, USA.
A group of stockbrokers gathered together waiting for the stock market to open, but most of them looked nervous and uneasy.
After reading today's New York Times, one of the tall male agents became increasingly agitated and shouted angrily:
"Atari's E.T. the Extraterrestrial is a piece of shit, and they even prepared 4 million copies of the game cartridge. What a bunch of brainless idiots! Nearly half of Warner Bros.'s revenue comes from Atari, and their stock price hasn't plummeted since the market opened today."
Another agent in a black suit then spoke:
"Warner Bros.' management is even more clueless. Even as an outsider, I know the same thing: leave professional matters to professionals. These people actually forced Atari to complete the adaptation of 'E.T. the Extraterrestrial' in less than two months. Now look, it's a complete mess."
"How low do you think Warner Group's stock will fall this time? I've been consistently recommending that my clients buy Warner Group's stock. If it falls too much, and if the losses are severe, I'm afraid my customers will beat me to death."
"I also recommended Warner Group stock to customers. Damn it! This is such a rip-off! I hope God doesn't let the stock price drop too badly!"
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A number of stockbrokers expressed their opinions one after another, and their words were full of concerns about Warner Group's stocks, fearing that they would fall too much and lose their jobs.
At this time, Horace Scott, Wang Zhiqiang and Zhang Zhi walked over slowly. The other agents glanced at them and continued chatting.
At the beginning, some agents kept trying to get close to Wang Zhiqiang and Zhang Zhi, hoping to see if they could replace Horace Scott and become Mo Zhexuan's agent. However, after finding that it was useless, they stopped trying to get close to them.
When the clock stopped at 9:30, the New York Stock Exchange officially opened.
A group of securities brokers rushed in, and almost everyone had only one idea, which was to quickly sell off Warner Group's stocks.
The trading counters in each hall were crowded with people, all of whom were sellers of Warner Group stocks. This also caused Warner Group's stock price to plummet from yesterday's closing price of 115.25 million gold per share to 100 million gold per share and fluctuated back and forth.
In a separate trading room in the garage stock hall, Wang Zhiqiang was reporting the situation in the stock market to Mo Zhexuan on the other side of the ocean. Zhang Zhi was constantly collecting information on the share price of Warner Corporation, and Horace Scott was waiting for instructions beside him.
"Wang Zhiqiang! Give the phone to Horace."
"OK!"
"Mr. Mo! My suggestion is that when Warner Group's stock price falls below 80 gold per share, you can acquire it. What do you think?" Horace Scott stated his suggestion after answering the phone. Now the two of them share the same fate.
"I estimate that the share price of Warner Group will probably fall to the lowest point of 60 million gold per share. When it drops to around 70 million gold, we can make large-scale acquisitions." Mo Zhexuan gave his instructions.
"Warner Group's price-to-earnings ratio is there, it won't fall so sharply."
"You don't have to worry about Goldman Sachs trying to snatch our chips. Just do as I say."
"All right!"
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The two chatted for more than an hour before Mo Zhexuan, who was far away in Hong Kong, hung up the phone. Although he was in Hong Kong, he had been paying attention to the stock price of Warner Group.
Today, Warner Group is under attack from all sides. Wall Street capital will not let go of this big fat sheep, and other Hollywood giants will also beat the fallen dog.
According to his prediction, if everything goes smoothly, the 150 million yuan will be enough to pay off the Warner Group stocks, options and bonds borrowed from the brokerage firm, which would be a real profit.
Even if it is not enough, the short-term bonds of the five companies purchased in mid-March should be able to be redeemed, and there will be no problem in raising 50 million yuan.
Thinking of this, Mo Zhexuan couldn't help but feel excited. The pressure during this period was really too great. He was heavily in debt. He owed HSBC 2 billion Hong Kong dollars and Goldman Sachs 50 million Mi gold. He also mortgaged 50 million Mi gold with 1 ton of gold.
The total amount of these debts is an astronomical figure, and the interest that needs to be repaid every day is even more unimaginable. Of course, this cannot be compared with Boss Xu in later generations. He has a debt of more than 2 trillion yuan, which is really amazing.
It was not until three o'clock in the morning that Mo Zhexuan felt sleepy like a tide. He got up and climbed onto the soft Simmons bed with difficulty. He dived into Guan Jiahui's warm arms and fell into a deep sleep.
As time went by, Mo Zhexuan's consciousness seemed to travel through the tunnel of time and space, and was drawn into a strange and noisy scene.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!..." The scream of a pregnant woman pierced the silence of the night. Her voice was full of pain and struggle, and gradually became hoarse and weak.
"Hurry! Try harder, the baby's head has come out, try a little harder!..." the doctor encouraged anxiously.
"Oh no! The mother is showing signs of heavy bleeding! Prepare for a blood transfusion!..." the nurse shouted nervously.
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