Chapter 241 Multimillionaire
“It will absolutely continue to go up to $50!!”
"Listen to me! Keep working hard! You only make $3000-5000 a month, how long will it take for you to make it? But as long as you seize this opportunity, you can be financially free! I'm already booking a luxury car!!"
"My wife is so happy that she wants to give birth to my third child."
"The deal has started again! Charge! Wait a minute! Something's wrong! Something's wrong!!"
“Why did it start to fall back?”
"Don't be afraid! It's a technical adjustment!"
"Adjust the fucking horse!!"
After the stock value reached a peak of $39 and broke through the $40 mark, it began to fluctuate. A fierce conflict broke out between the bulls and the bears, and soon the bulls were defeated. Large amounts of funds began to withdraw and Tingke Mobile fell by 10% at a speed visible to the naked eye, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism.
But there are still many people covering their positions. I firmly believe that this is a technical adjustment, just to eliminate some people. The current decline is only for a better rise!
After the trading resumed, the price dropped by 20% in an instant, leaving no chance for people to sell.
"Oh! Shit!! Shit!!"
"I'm fucking trapped! What should I do?"
"My house! My car! No!! Oh my God!! This is a disaster! It's a nightmare!!"
In an instant, the market began to panic, and countless people began to sell their stocks like crazy. However, the market did not give anyone a chance and started to kill them directly! It entered a stage where leeks were drinking human blood like crazy.
The leeks had no power to resist this, from shock at the beginning, to anger, loss of reason, smashing the keyboard, to helplessness, dullness, and numbness in the end.
He laughed angrily.
I watched helplessly as its market price plummeted from $40 to $9, getting stuck at the bottom, before it began to stabilize.
"Fraud! Blatant fraud!!"
"Guys, I just received news that Tingke Mobile's senior management was arrested for illegal operations, and its contract with the Internet company was canceled. The company's shareholders donated 20% of their shares to several private equity foundations engaged in charity at a very low price, which caused the stock price to drop instantly."
"WTF! Are you throwing away your dignity just to make money? It can obviously continue to rise!"
“What about our money?”
"No more, everything is gone..."
Many leeks sat in front of the computer, staring with empty eyes. In just half a day, it seemed like a dream.
However, the financial environment of the market changes rapidly, and these little leeks have no time to lick their wounds. Soon, in another sector, another stock begins to rise at an extremely fast pace.
"Fxxk! You're still coming? There's no way I'll be fooled into entering this time!"
"Hiss... No, your stock price has risen so much? Is this reasonable? It has already risen by 30 points?"
"Someone has already earned a car? Well, I'll just buy one reluctantly."
Two hours later.
"Mad got trapped again!!!"
Zhang Ailun didn't care about the brutal massacre in the market. He didn't lose money anyway. On the contrary, he grasped the right time to leave the market and made a lot of money. It can only be said that the fate of each person is different.
In the stock market, some people make money and some lose money every day, so why can't he be the one who makes money?
He immediately asked Blitz to withdraw all the money in the account and donate it to the foundation.
Blitz also operated his own account to buy and made a lot of money. After leaving the market safely, he was smiling and moved all the money to the foundation's account for filtering.
The chief leader's wealth also skyrocketed instantly.
+15000000 USD.
The Beggars' Sect directly announced that it is Halloween!
Thank you, Chief Commander!!
"Okay, I'll give you half a day off today, but you'd better not spend too much money. Think about how to deal with this money and your own assets!"
Zhang Ailun was in a relaxed and happy mood. He immediately got up, packed his things, and prepared to drive to the Sixth Block to take a look and buy all the assets that should be bought!
We got on the Wrangler, left the camp, drove to the sixth block, passed several traffic lights, and arrived at the recycling station.
I stopped on the side of the road, got out of the car and talked to the contact, and soon the other party brought people over.
"Hey! Sir. Are you the one who wants to buy our recycling station?" A white man wearing glasses and a suit came over and greeted him.
"Yes, it's me." Zhang Ailun nodded.
"Please follow us. We are the staff responsible for entrusting the sale of recycling stations. May I ask if you have booked two waste recycling stations, right?" the other party asked.
"Yes."
The staff took out the key and opened the door of the waste recycling station. They took Zhang Ailan in to observe the environment. It was not much different from the Wall-E Recycling Station and the Alfred Recycling Station.
Maybe he was caught in a hurry and didn't have time to run away, and the jar was still inside.
The staff of the consignment platform explained: "The owners of these two waste recycling stations were arrested for engaging in illegal business and need to pay an expensive bail to be released from prison. Most of the valuable assets under his name have been seized or sold. At present, these two recycling stations are in urgent need of selling. There is a discount promotion and no land tax and purchase tax are required. It only costs 8 US dollars to sign the transfer documents."
Take out the document and let Zhang Ailun review it.
Zhang Ailun flipped it open and took a look. The conditions were basically the same as the previous two asset purchases, so he readily agreed immediately.
"Ok, I can buy it directly for 8 US dollars. Should I use cash or transfer?" The chief leader is now very rich and powerful, and he doesn't care about a mere US dollars.
"You can transfer the money directly to the court account of the Southern Branch, and the money will then be provided directly to the criminal as bail." The staff member also provided a bank account.
"May I ask which judge and lawyer granted him bail?" Zhang Ailun asked curiously.
"It seems to be Lawyer Dave." The staff member replied, and asked curiously: "What's the problem?"
"...No, not at all." Zhang Ailun was speechless.
That's fine.
This guy is so unlucky, there is a high probability that he won’t be able to get out.
Even if you pay the bail, you will probably be taken back as soon as you leave the house.
Those who confess will be punished severely; those who resist will be punished even more severely.
Zhang Ailun donated the $8 in charitable funds in the name of the foundation and also signed Dominic's name.
After all, it is the purchase of assets and financial management, and it is not possible to invest under one's own name. But Dominic does not have to worry about it. After all, the chief leader invested in the Beggars' Sect disciples who need help. As a homeless vagrant, Dominic can fully accept this donation.
The same applies to buying a house or a car. Although the leader cannot buy one for himself, he can donate it to the disciples of the Beggars' Sect and enjoy tax deductions.
Assets belong to the masses!
The chief leader only has the right of use for 24 hours.
Zhang Allen took out his phone and notified Dominic that he had bought two new assets for him in the Sixth Block, and asked him to remember to have someone come to check. He also reminded him to contact him immediately if any big clients came to visit.
Dominic: Ok, I will arrange people to take over those two recycling stations now.
Zhang Ailun: I put the key under the BYD tire in the recycling station. Remember to climb over the wall to find it.
Dominic: Okay.
After arranging everything, Zhang Allen also drove to George Pawn Shop.
When I got here, I also saw a transport truck parked outside. It was covered with a layer of black cloth. It looked like a private plane. Zhang Allen parked the car on the side of the road, pushed the door open with his bag, and walked in. He saw four or five customers in the store visiting and buying and selling things.
The new employee in the store was introducing his background to them. It was rare to see that Old George was not alone, but the employee he recruited this time was a high school boy, who should be here for an internship.
Zhang Ailun did not disturb them. He waited in line patiently and took the opportunity to see what valuable items those people were buying and selling.
I stood nearby and listened to the intern's introduction. He was introducing the collection to a middle-aged couple, pointing at a vase and talking nonsense.
"This is a precious blue and white porcelain that was once collected by Emperor Zaifeng of China. However, it is a replica from Chinatown. Look at its exquisite patterns. It is very historical and has great collection value. If you want to buy it, it doesn't cost $999, but only $."
The couple was immediately attracted by the price and the beautiful appearance of the blue and white porcelain and began to bargain.
"For $99, you can't get a bad deal! For $99, you can't get cheated! The bottle is well made, made of solid materials, and no corners were cut. It will look great in your home."
The intern was very eloquent and it was obvious that he had received professional training. The chief leader seemed to see a new profiteer in the pawn industry rising up, a rising star!
Turning around and coming over to Old George’s home ground, I saw someone selling a medieval style iron sword.
The seller introduced its origin in a eloquent manner, "This is a sword used by German executioners! In the Middle Ages, people liked to take prisoners to the square for trial. This sword was used by the famous executioner Grimm, who once chopped off the heads of European nobles. Because of the royal scandal and extramarital affair, a big mess broke out, involving many people, and almost beheaded the crown prince of the royal family!"
Old George picked up the sword and examined it, then nodded. "I've learned some history, but this is the first time I've seen something this weird. Do you have any evidence to prove that it's an execution sword?"
"I have a certificate of authenticity, and the antique dealer who bought it has photos. And it definitely wasn't like this now. It was rusty and bloody."
The guest produced the documentary proof, and Old George checked it and basically confirmed the authenticity of its origin.
The only pity is that it is not stained with royal blood, and the executioner's reputation is not so great. Otherwise, it would definitely appear at auctions! As a frequent visitor in museums.
"Since it is so collectible, why do you want to sell it?" asked Old George.
The customer explained: "I want to sell it because I am tired of my current life. I don't want to rush around in a busy job every day. I am going to spend a huge amount of money to buy a set of underwater photography equipment and a diving suit to fulfill my dream. I also want to go gold panning! I heard that someone fished out a shipwreck treasure in the sea area over at the port area a while ago! It's so inspiring!!"
Zhang Ailun looked strange when he heard this.
Well, the person you are talking about is here.
"Oh! What a good idea. One of my customers was lucky enough to find gold from a shipwreck worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Good luck to you!" Old George glanced at Zhang Allen in the crowd and laughed.
After the conversation, bargaining began, and Old George was the first to give a recycling price.
"Although this sword has a long history, it is an ominous blade. Not many people want to buy it. How about $6000? That's enough to buy a set of underwater photography equipment and a diving suit."
"Don't bluff me, it's worth at least $2," said the guest.
"Okay, $8000."
"Twenty thousand dollars," the guest insisted.
Old George took a deep breath, scratched his head, put on a mask of pain, hesitated for a moment, and nodded in agreement, "Okay, maybe my friend is willing to buy it, $2! Deal!"
Aren’t you...so happy?
You must have made a lot of money, right?
Zhang Ailun doubted his life.
Old George made at least 2!
The customer readily accepted the price, and Old George accepted the ominous blade, wrote him a receipt, and paid $2 in cash.
"Customer, what do you want to sell?" Old George had made a lot of money and was in a good mood. He looked at the next customer with a pleasant face.
The other person was slightly plump, had sparse hair, and was wearing a black suit.
The other party smiled and said, "You have never seen what I want to sell before."
"Really? I'll wait and see!" Old George became even more curious.
Zhang Ailun also stopped to observe curiously.
The guest took out a black bundle and opened it to reveal something that looked like dark dried bacon.
"This is an Indian scalp and some Jewish circumcision tissue..."
Unexpectedly, the guest said something shocking, which instantly stunned everyone present.
"Oh! Shit! Man! I don't want this thing!! Take it away!!"
Old George was dumbfounded, and his scalp instantly tingled. He put on a mask of pain and waved his hand, "This is a pawn shop, not a prison or execution ground! Skin bank! If you want to close my shop, see me being dragged out and executed, and experience the fate of being shot by Indians, then you can just sell it to me!"
The customer put it away angrily and said, "My ancestors were gold diggers who participated in the pioneering act."
"Then your whole family should go to hell!"
Old George said with a straight face, "I won't buy this thing. There is no market for it. Maybe you can try to sell it online? Then there may be extremists or Indians who miss their ancestors and buy it! Of course, at the same time, you have to prepare a coffin and a grave! The words on the tombstone say "Descendants of Crime and Punishment"! I will give you a flower on Thanksgiving Day."
"...Man, I just want to make some money. There's no need for you to be so mean to me." The customer put his head away in dismay and turned away.
Zhang Ailun was also a little confused.
No, you dare to sell anything? Do you really not regard Indians as human beings? There are Indian reservations in California.
And the skin fragment from the Jewish ring cutting ceremony. What did you collect it for?
Is it fun?
It’s not like you don’t have one yourself.
Soon it was the next customer's turn. He seemed to be an old customer of the store. He was very familiar with old George and was also an elderly man.
He greeted me with a warm hug as soon as he came up, and said with a smile, "George, I have already pulled over that 1961 Beechcraft V35 airplane. It's a great piece of stuff. It was even featured on the cover of a magazine in 1960. You know, it can be put up for auction."
"Let's go out and take a look at the goods first." Old George immediately became interested and took people out to watch. Zhang Allen also went out and watched the staff pull open the black curtain to reveal a red and white propeller plane.
"The prototype of the aircraft first flew on December 1945, 12, and was put into production in 22. The characteristics of this model are the use of a unique V-tail and retractable landing gear, and the power plant is a 1947 horsepower Continental piston engine. For safety reasons, after so many years, only the same engine and propeller have been replaced, and everything else is original."
The customer said, "It's priced at $75000, and you can get it."
Old George's originally smiling face suddenly turned dark.
He drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword expressionlessly and said, "40000 US dollars."
"Hiss..." Now it was the guest's turn to gasp and curse, "You bastard, you are still so black-hearted!"
(End of this chapter)
