At three o'clock that afternoon—

From HSBC Bank, VIP Room.

"Mr. Cha, this is my friend Mr. Luo Bachen." Luo Yonghui introduced a ghost guy to Cha Dongchen.

Cha Dongchen shook hands with Luo Bachen and talked.

Without telling his father Cha Dongchen, Cha Yongxiao mortgaged 10% of the equity in the family business to Luo Bachen in front of him.

Luo Bachen was so happy that he wrote down a HSBC check of one billion and said that he had already said hello to the bank and could withdraw it at any time.

You know, one billion is not a small amount. Generally, banks will make an appointment three or five days in advance when encountering such a thing, but the Luo Bachen in front of them can do this, which shows how great his energy is.

After finally sending away the ghost man Luo Bachen, Cha Yongxiao was a little excited with a check of one billion and asked Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng beside him: "Can you really continue to invest?"

"Of course, I have calculated that if you invest another one billion, you can earn 700 to 800 million every day. Then you can exchange the equity you just mortgaged, and it will be great if you don't know it!" Luo Yonghui said.

"Yes, although I am not as good as Ah Hui, I also know that the stock market is definitely long now - you just need to treat the equity just now as collateral and put it in the bank for a sleep. You will make 700 to 800 million yuan when you open your eyes tomorrow. Whenever you see you, you won't call you a genius Master Cha." Yang Shoucheng also said from the side, "To be honest, if my company wasn't on the tight end this time, I would like to invest one billion yuan. The stock market is like a casino. If you invest more, you can earn more!"

"But...what if I pay it?" Cha Yongxiao grabbed the check and said hesitantly.

Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng smiled and said together: "Song Zhichao is our guiding light. He will be the one who will lose his life! It will never be the one who checks you!"

Cha Yongxiao: “…”

He handed the check to Luo Yonghui.

Luo Yonghui took the check, bounced it with his finger, and said, "Just check, just look at it, you will make a big profit immediately if you throw it in!"

"Uh, I hope so!" said Cha Yongxiao.

...

Luo Yonghui was right. At four o'clock in the afternoon that day, in just one hour, Cha Yongxiao's investment of one billion yuan had already made 300 million yuan.

The stimulus of the stock market is even sharper than that of a casino.

Cha Yongxiao became excited.

Blue veins ripped on the forehead.

The previous worries were wiped out.

Next door, a fat man knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Luo Yonghui pointed at the fat man and said to Cha Yongxiao: "What's wrong with this guy? He just wants to learn from Song Zhichao to short the Soviet Union. Now it's good, he will lose all his money!"

Looking at the fat man who was crying, and looking at the other people on the stock market exchange that was similar to the fat man, Cha Yongxiao knew that these people were losers in this stock investment game - many people spent all their money in their lifetime.

There is a "pop" sound!

Someone fainted on the ground in the exchange hall.

The people next to him shouted loudly.

Many people laughed madly, "It's gone, it's gone!" They tore the stocks that had turned into waste paper into pieces and threw them high into the air.

Pointing at the group of people, Yang Shoucheng said to Cha Yongxiao: "These people are quite pitiful. They don't have much money. They don't stop losses when they should stop losses. They want to replenish their positions but have no money. Now they are like this!"

At this moment, many people in the entire stock trading hall were crazy, but if you calculate carefully, these people accounted for a small part of the entire trading group. After all, many people have recognized the current stock market facts and have not continued to short the Soviet economy in a crazy way.

Cha Yongxiao looked at the scene in front of him and then looked at the VIP room where Song Zhichao's team was located not far away. Ouyang Jing and others were all in a state of turmoil, obviously still holding on.

At this moment, Cha Yongxiao suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Song Zhichao.

How big will the gap be from a "Superman Super" who is praised as a genius to a "Salted Fish Super" who dies tomorrow?

At least Cha Yongxiao couldn't stand such a gap.

"How is it? Cha Shao, I'm right. As long as you persevere until tomorrow, it will be easy for you to earn 800 million. Then we will get out of here. You can also take the money and show off in front of Mr. Cha!" Luo Yonghui said to Cha Yongxiao with a smile.

Cha Yongxiao only felt warm in his heart, and felt that the "Goddess of Luck" had finally come to him this time.

Yes, as long as I stick to tomorrow, I will be the real big winner!

Song Zhichao, you will definitely lose this time!

Cha Yongxiao gritted his teeth and sweared to the fullest.

...

That night, at 8 o'clock—

Hong Kong is not too cold in winter. Many people walking at night just wear thin sweaters.

In the underground tunnel in Mong Kok, Hong Kong—

Underground tunnels like this usually host many homeless people.

Some Hong Kong social workers and kind-hearted people distribute some old clothes, some bought bread, sandwiches and other food to those sleeping in the open.

In a shop in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong—

Last week's TVB variety show "Happy Tonight" is being replayed on TV.

Outside, through the window glass, an old lady who was pushing a flatbed cart to make a living by picking up cardboard and glass bottles stopped there, watching the jokes in the show with her faint old eyes, and her long-lost smile appeared on her face.

"Happy Tonight" is a long-lived variety show of Hong Kong TV. It was broadcast the next day after the launch of TVB in 1967 (i.e. November 20). It will continue until the 6613th broadcast in 1994. It will be broadcast live on Friday nights within 27 years. In the 1980s, it will be changed to Saturday nights live. The number of episodes produced is listed in the world record.

For many Hong Kong people, no matter how hard, tired or poor they like to watch the "Happy Tonight" column, because of the Hong Kong people's spirit of "making joy in suffering".

On a bridge near Wan Chai, Hong Kong—

A drunk man carried a bottle of wine and shouted at the sea: "I will not admit defeat! God, why do you treat me like this!"

It is no wonder that people passing by are commonplace. After all, there are people like this in Hong Kong every night, complaining about the sky and venting their emotions.

On the balcony of a building in Kowloon District, Hong Kong—

The cold wind whistles. On this cold winter night, several young people played the recently popular golden song "I hope it's not just friends" by the King of Heaven, while busy making barbecue - the fragrant roasted chicken wings emitted greasy sizzling sounds in the flames, and the fragrance was swaying.

...

This is the night in Hong Kong.

This is the winter in Hong Kong.

This is the last few days in Hong Kong in 1991.

No one knows what will happen in the future. To be precise, everyone is caring about their lives, no one cares about changes in the outside world, let alone those stock market changes that are far away from them and very close to them.

At this time, for life, many elderly people are still working hard, while some adults are carrying the burden. As for those young people who are accustomed to eating, drinking and having fun, they squander their youth in dance halls, karaoke halls, and various parties, and look forward to the future freely.

This is the developed capitalist metropolis.

This is the rich and rich Hong Kong.

In an office on TVB, a group of people are working hard to create a new TV series.

The young man named Wei Jiahui in the lead would never have thought that the TV series they were conceiving would be so difficult to produce - they have been discussing day and night for a week, but the drama has only been discussed for a name until now.

That's right, it's just the name of a TV series, called "The Great Era".

They still know too little about the stock market trends in Hong Kong. To be precise, there is no excellent information. In their minds, they have not yet drawn a king image similar to the stock myths. It is so difficult to outline a "stock god".

For Wei Jiahui, he questioned, does the stock god really exist in real life?

He expressed doubts about this.
Chapter completed!