At the club, Ben arranged the last thing and went home from get off work with his bag in hand.

As night falls, homeless people come out of the dark alleys and wander around on the streets. The sewage buckets in the back kitchens of restaurants, the trash cans on the streets, and the slop buckets in hotels are their favorites.

The food that is about to go bad and be discarded is the guarantee of their lives!

The road was equally quiet, except for the occasional tram passing by, and only this car was driving away quickly.

Whenever his car passes by, a homeless man will turn his head and stare at his car, with greed and resentment in his eyes that are heartbreaking.

If it weren't for the two bodyguards accompanying me in the car, I would never have dared to go home after dark.

The hungry homeless man would rush over, overturn his car, eat him alive, and steal anything of value from him before the police arrived.

"Huh..." After passing that terrible neighborhood, Ben let out a long breath while suppressing his breathing.

Two blocks further ahead is Nanqile Street. The people who still live here are middle class or powerful people, and the public security is much better than other places.

There are not only wealthy areas here, but also federal buildings. Because of this, it is also one of the most secure areas in Chicago.

There are fewer and fewer homeless people on both sides of the street. They wear cheap suits and keep their appearance clean and tidy.

Most of them looked haggard and lost, but they didn't have the greed and madness of the previous tramps. When they looked at the passing cars, what they looked at most were memories and regrets.

Most of the homeless people who can stay here are former middle class or wealthy people. Bankruptcy caused them to lose their houses, but the government did not drive them out of the neighborhood.

Good family education and inherited qualities allow most of them to remain rational and optimistic even if they face bankruptcy.

William doesn't want to force these people to have no way out. When the economy recovers, with knowledge and experience, they will soon be able to live a glorious life. The strength of the United States needs them.

This rule is also endorsed by several nearby neighborhoods. Most of these bankrupt homeless people are their former colleagues, neighbors, friends, and even family members.

Although their families are not rich now, this does not prevent them from providing some trivial help.

For example, staying in a safe neighborhood, with a small amount of food and clean water, occasionally providing them with hot water for cleaning, and sleeping on a soft sofa next to a warm fireplace.

"Wait." Ben was looking out the window casually, when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car.

squeak~~

The sound of the brakes was a bit harsh. The homeless people who were wandering around in a daze raised their heads and looked at the car expectantly, thinking, 'Has another lucky person appeared?'

Rush was wearing ripped pants, the wounds on his knees had just scabbed over, and his suit that was once worth $1,000 was torn into tattered strips, and he was walking forward in a daze.

"Rush!" Ben jumped out of the car and ran towards the unkempt Rush Jeff, and the co-pilot's bodyguard hurriedly followed.

The driver opened the door, put the Chicago Typewriter on the roof of the car, and glanced around with a warning look, as if to say, 'Don't mess around.'

"Rush, you..." Ben looked at this former colleague and friend, unable to imagine that Rush, who was once high-spirited and wealthy, would become like this.

Rush showed a funny smile, raised his hand numbly and said, "Hi, Ben."

"...Hi, Rush." ​​Ben stepped forward and hugged him, not caring that his suit would be stained by the dirt on his body.

"Come home with me, let's go." Ben dragged Rush into the car: "Go home."

After Rush hesitantly stepped on the expensive carpet, sat on the sofa with a red face, and received the hot tea from Joanna, Ben began to ask him about his recent whereabouts.

"You're right, Ben. I was blinded by greed. Disaster left me impoverished. My job, house, and car were all used to fill the vacancy.

Mary returned to England with her children. After our divorce, she also took away the family’s only savings, ugh…”

Holding hot tea in both hands, Rush buried his head between his legs, hunched his shoulders and let out choked sobs like a cold winter wind.

The warmth emanating from the tea cup was the first warmth he felt in two months.

Joanna leaned on her husband's shoulder, looking at this poor man with red eyes. He was unemployed, bankrupt, and his once beautiful life collapsed in an instant.

At this time, the wife chose to divorce and leave the United States with the children.

Oh God, this is so unfortunate...

"Rush, I think I can offer you a job." Ben thought about it again and again, but still felt that he should do it.

There is no doubt about Rush's talent. Before the stock market crash, he was responsible for managing a fortune of up to US$6 million, including many well-known investors.

It was not his fault that he ended up like this. Investors, economists, and wealthy businessmen who were more famous than him were all robbed by this disaster.

Not everyone has the almost demonic prediction ability of the boss. Even Ben, who was aware of the crisis, never dared to imagine that this disaster would turn into a global financial crisis.

If it weren't for Li Zitao, the best outcome for him now would be to be unemployed at home and rely on his savings to survive carefully.

As the disaster spread and progressed, he had no choice but to move away from here like his neighbors and live in a suburb with poor security, reduce expenses, and try to survive the cold winter.

"Ben." Rush raised his head excitedly and wiped his eyes hard: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, would I joke about something like this?" Ben said with a smile, spreading his hands.

"But, but I..." Rush's face turned red from holding back. Thinking that he once laughed at Ben for being so old-fashioned like his grandfather, he didn't know what to say.

"Rush, I hired you because of your ability and nothing else. After all, I need to be responsible for the boss." Ben looked at him sincerely.

"Thank you, thank you... Ben." Rush lowered his head, his eyes unnaturally turning red again.

"I'm going to prepare the guest room. I think he needs a temporary place to stay, right, dear?" Joanna stood up and looked at her husband gently and said.

"Yes, he needs to live here for a while." Ben nodded in agreement.

Late at night, lying on a silk quilt as smooth as milk, Rush gently pulled the quilt, covered his neck, pinched the corner of the quilt, and looked at the ceiling for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

He had not experienced this kind of warm care for a long time, so much so that he was worried about gain and loss. In his heart, he was even more grateful to Ben and Joanna.

Recalling his past life and tribulations, the heart-wrenching feeling seemed to lighten a lot, and Rush fell asleep in a daze amid the memories.

"Rashi, Rush..." The call gradually entered the brain.

Rush opened his eyes nervously and sat up. When he saw the tidy room and felt the warmth on his body, he remembered that he no longer lived in the park.

"Rush, are you up?" Joanna's voice sounded outside the door.

"Yes, yes, I'll be right away." Rush's voice was a little hoarse. He was covered too tightly last night, and his body suddenly went from extremely cold to extremely hot. He seemed to be on fire.

After getting dressed and washing up, Rush came to the living room, Joanna was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Ben was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"Hey, Rush, come sit here." Hearing his footsteps, Ben turned around and greeted.

"What are you looking at?" Lash asked curiously, realizing that Ben was fascinated.

"The new speech of our great president, cough cough." Ben cleared his throat and said in a weird accent: "America is free and great. The federal government will never interfere with market freedom in any form. Ha, it's really stupid.

Speak.”

Hearing Ben's sarcasm, Rush nodded in agreement and said: "The market has been completely chaotic, and it is gradually eroding from the base. This is the collapse of the entire system.

What is needed most now is strong external force, the force that can reverse this situation. Haha, it seems that our new president has other plans."

"Everyone understands this. Maybe the team in Washington is more suitable to perform in the circus." Ben said sarcastically.

"Hey, honey, I need your help." Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more angry as they chatted, Joanna turned around and interrupted their conversation.

She didn't want to spend a 'hot' morning. This time should be warm and pleasant. As for work, it was time outside the family.

"Ha, the Queen's call." Ben shrugged funny and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the loving Ben and Joanna, Rush's eyes were full of envy. Although they only had a brief exchange, Joanna still left a deep impression on him.

Kind, beautiful, generous, full of the charm of a mature and intellectual woman, with love and compassion, she treats him like a family member.

"What a perfect couple." Rush thought in his mind and walked towards the dining table amidst the laughter of the two.

After breakfast, the two of them took Ben's Buick and rushed to the club under the escort of bodyguards.

"Everyone, please come here." Ben clapped his hands and pointed at Rush after attracting everyone's attention: "This is our new companion, Rush Jeff, everyone is welcome."

"Welcome to join, Rush." ​​Everyone greeted warmly.

"Thank you, thank you all." Rush took off his hat and bowed. The decent suit and hat he was wearing were given to him by Ben.

"Okay, let's continue working!" The crowd dispersed, and Ben took Rush to the desk, rummaged through a document and handed it to him.

"This is the current trend of think tanks in the stock market. The boss's request is to absorb as many shares as possible." On the way here, Ben had already briefly explained the responsibilities of the think tank.

"So many?" Rush said in surprise as he opened the file.

General Electric Company of America, Steel Company, Radio Company, Standard Oil Company, Bethlehem Steel Company, Sears, Roebuck Company, Telephone and Telegraph Company, Boeing Company, Thomas Cook Company, American Express Company...

As a stockbroker, Rush is very familiar with these names. They are all the darlings of the stock market, and each stock has been robbed by investors.

"These are the shares that are the most valuable to hold after analysis by the think tank. The boss's order is to continue to buy and try to win as many shares as possible."

After hearing Ben's words, Rush smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone wants to do this. Even now, these stocks are still in demand, but they are only circulated privately."

Rush is right. In the past two months, except for the initial frantic selling of a small number of shares by retail investors, other changes were made through secret transactions.

For example, Uus's current stock price has dropped to US$23, but at the beginning of the month, JP Morgan purchased the shares from two small shareholders at a price of US$80 per share.

Let’s talk about the American Telephone and Telegraph Company. Li Zitao’s 3% stock was also under the prying eyes of the Wood family.

The price per share is US$90, and 3% gives a sky-high price of US$18 million.

The think tank bought it from the stock market at a price of $18, and when it was resold it was 5 times the profit, and after being rejected, the other party said it could raise the price again.

So regardless of the stock market crash, large companies will not let go of valuable stocks at all.

Li Zitao was able to obtain this 3% stake because he quietly absorbed it while the market was initially panicked and the giants were watching and taking a nap.

"Because of this, our existence is meaningful. If it can be achieved easily, why does the boss pay you an annual salary of US$10,000?"

Rush looked excited when he heard Ben's joke. He took deep breaths several times before regaining his composure. Every time he thought of "a $10,000 annual salary," he couldn't control his jealousy.
Chapter completed!