It was the eve of dawn on a working day. The sky was still dark, and the cold wind made people shiver. Number 7 of Vila Nova Dônia's Victory Street was already packed with people.
The walkways and streets were filled with people. Some people were chatting around bonfires, while others were drunk in despair.
Judging from the tents, braziers, beer bottles, sleeping bags, as well as the unconcealable fatigue and eye bags, many people didn't sleep at all.
This was one of the most prosperous business streets in Vila Nova Dônia, and the bank street behind the stone lion was the only two stock exchanges in the city.
On the 7th, there was a Vila Nova Dônia stock exchange. It was responsible for the trading of stocks for the churches, registered legal persons, enterprises, and units in the city. It was also the target of most people.
On the 8th, there was also a stock exchange. However, most of the stocks listed were shares of large churches. Most of them were names that the people of Vila Nova Dônia had never heard of before. Rising and falling were quite common. Apart from the Oak Sons and the Griffin Griffins, these were all new names that the people here had never heard of before.
On the 7th, there was a domestic (city) stock exchange, while on the 8th, there was an international (Pan- Ansorenne) stock exchange.
Because the rise and fall here was too unpredictable, and the fluctuation was too small (compared to the neighboring stock exchange), with the 7th store as a contrast, it was basically deserted.
However, right now, even the entrance of the 8th building was filled with people.
Considering the business situation yesterday, even if the 7th stock exchange was open, the dozens of windows wouldn't be able to handle it. Perhaps the stocks of other churches couldn't be traded here, but the stocks of the Oak Sons and the Griffin Griffins could still be sold here.
Right now, in the 8th stock exchange hall, General Julian Dahl of the Griffin Griffins and Bishop Gillet of the Oak Sons were in the middle of a discussion. Behind them were their advisors and experts who also had ugly expressions.
Don't think that the victims of the stock market crash were only the individual investors. Those businesses and churches that suffered from the crash had lost their foundations and wealth. In just one and a half days, thirty-five percent of the wealth of two seventh-level churches had evaporated out of thin air.
It wasn't that they underestimated the purchasing power of the people here. With hundreds of thousands of people crazily holding shares, the frightening amount of shares they had allowed the two churches to earn a lot over the years.
They were simply stunned by the stock market crash, and couldn't even react in time.
"By the time the market opens, our stocks will continue to fall. The headquarters have already gone crazy, sending out 12 orders in a single night. If it continues to fall, I'll probably jump off the building with the other shareholders.."
Gillet was a little tired. the Oak Sons.... The Oak Sons had already decided to retreat...... Gillet.............
. of General Julian Dahl's Gillet's face.
It wasn't that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to report back to the headquarters. He was a retired general of the Empire, and he was also the highest-ranking military officer in this city. In the eyes of the Empire's higher-ups, his status was even on par with his god, and the headquarters had no way of holding him accountable, but …
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The short words were filled with endless sighs.
Retired soldiers naturally had to consider their retirement. The main reason he accepted the job was that he was too carefree and didn't save much money. Now that the stock market was rising every day, how could he not be moved?
In fact, he didn't finish his words. Not only did he throw in all his pension, he also borrowed a lot from his colleagues. Now that he calculated, he probably wouldn't be able to pay it back even if he worked for a hundred years.
If the bishop was worried that he would be forced to work for free, then the old general was really considering whether it would be more comfortable to work for free until he died of old age.
In a way, the various churches in Aishi had been tricked. They underestimated the wealth of this wasteland, underestimated the new generation of wealthy families here, underestimated the impact of the economic fluctuations, and underestimated the waves caused by the political changes in Cape Town.
"Too fast, too fast. How can it be so fast? Cape Town changed in one night, and the rumors spread like wildfire."
But from another point of view, the two big shots were responsible. If they were given an experienced manager, they might have been able to predict this situation and make targeted preparations.
Even if something went wrong, they would have adjusted the response as soon as possible. They wouldn't have closed the door for an emergency discussion when things had reached this point.
But who asked them to be a pure soldier, and the other was an assistant who had been subjective for ten thousand years. The level of financial knowledge of the two was about the same as Rorschach's — almost zero.
They discussed for half a night, but still couldn't come up with a decent solution.
The only way was probably to not open the door no matter what, or to not trade even if they opened the door.
Even if the experts behind them repeatedly reminded them that this would only make the market lose more confidence and make everyone more persistent in exchanging stocks, further increasing the damage of the stock market disaster. It might even cause a riot and mutiny in the entire city.
They didn't care anymore. They had no other way. For them, the responsibility of continuing to let the stock of the headquarters fall was more serious than giving up this area.
If the situation worsened, it was possible to directly delist and ban trading. Perhaps this would be equivalent to losing credit. But even if this place went bankrupt, other areas might not know.
At this moment, their hearts were still heavy.
They were not only worried about their own future. Everyone had feelings. After staying here for so many years, they had a good impression of the warm and friendly Seymour people. Now that the situation had developed to this point, how could they be in a good mood?
"Kaboom!"
The sudden explosion attracted everyone's attention.
"Did someone barge in? It's not business hours yet? "
"Security! Guards! Human wall! "
In the midst of the chaos, everyone started to get busy. But the two bishops saw a familiar person. That unpredictable smile.
"Economic life has its own rules. You don't have to understand everything, and you don't have to make everything look prosperous. The only thing you need to pay attention to is whether you can obtain the most benefits from the node … The market here has collapsed. So what? With your little capital, you want to save the market and fill the bottomless pit?"
Seviala's thoughts were completely opposite from Rorschach's.
Save the market? Why save the market? What benefits would it bring? Would they be grateful to you, or would they be grateful to the city? They would only hate the city that almost caused them to lose everything. They would also be angry at everything that they lost in this storm.
They would not be able to discern the cause and effect of the situation. They would only complain about the city's management and controller … Wasn't the government created to be the scapegoat?
"First of all, we have to be in the right position. We are still a Game Church, a small and medium-sized church that is ranked fifth in the local area. A victim of the stock market crash, a victim of the unemployed outside, an unlucky person who was forced to take over this mess. We shouldn't be standing in the eye of the storm and become the scapegoat of all evil … Someone must pay the price for all of this, but it shouldn't be us. "
That was why Rorschach came. With a strange smile, he found the two leaders of the large churches.
"The two of you really made me look for you … Cough, time is running out. Do you want to make a deal? An illegal deal that can save you and me, and even this city. "
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