Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 229 The Golden Age of Finance! (First Update!)

The moment Tony saw the announcement, he felt as if he had lost all desire to live.

Whether this battery is genuine or not is no longer important once that so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry delivered the product to America.

At that moment, the product's expectations had already been given a financial attribute, and it had become a financial product.

America's capital is very optimistic about this product, and of course, even more optimistic about the major mines that provide these raw materials and the stories behind them.

For money, they are willing to tell a story and create a bubble.

But all of this has its limits.

When it reaches a certain limit, this bubble will burst.

As a retail investor, all you need to do is get out before the bubble bursts.

But now, Xiaomi Heavy Industry's newly released video showing the entire production process, and Science's apology letter, are like reinforced concrete, strengthening this bubble that was about to burst, turning it into an iron fortress.

We can earn more money now.

As for myself, I only bought a few hundred thousand dollars worth of stocks at the beginning.

Now, it has become a roadside street outside the steel fortress!
He could only stand outside the fortress, watching the people on top of it revel in their revelry, their decadent lifestyle, and their debauchery.

Hey!
If I had never encountered such an opportunity, I would never have cared about it. But I did encounter such an opportunity, yet I failed to seize it.

After letting out a sharp roar, Tony slumped back into his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This world is beyond saving!
Destroy it sooner, and you'll be reborn sooner!
Unlike him, a semi-middle-class stock investor, at this moment,
Brokerages in Manhattan's financial district, however, were wildly popping champagne, celebrating the arrival of a golden age.

As brokers, their salaries come entirely from stock trading commissions.

2009, the year following the 2008 financial crisis, was their most difficult year.

That year, major investment banks tightened their policies, which also affected real economy enterprises. The consequence of these tightening policies for real economy enterprises was layoffs.

Amid massive layoffs, everyone is on edge, fearing they will be the one laid off. Apart from a few investors with access to information and resources, most people sell their stocks and choose to get their money back.

With fewer people investing in stocks, those working in securities firms are earning less money.

but now!

The golden age has arrived!
The financial boom that briefly appeared in 2006 and then returned to calm is here!
Next, all they need to do is prepare coffee, welcome stock investors from all over America and from all over the world, and then sit back and collect commissions.

One Tower in Manhattan's Financial District.

It is the office location of Morgan Stanley, America's fourth largest brokerage firm.

The 13th floor houses the offices of Morgan Stanley's equity trading division.

Trader Hancock sat in front of his computer, a cup of coffee in his hand, looking enviously at the 20 accounts on the screen.

These 20 accounts were newly opened just two weeks ago.

Once the account was opened, the other party transferred $130 million to acquire the stock of four companies by name.

At the time, he also advised the other party that those stocks were not outstanding and were not suitable for short-term purchase or long-term holding.

But the other party bought it.

I'm just a trader, and I've said everything I needed to say. Since the other party wants to buy, I can only earn the transaction fees with a heavy heart.

But I never expected it.

Suddenly, a battery will appear, and these four companies happen to possess the materials needed to manufacture that battery.

The company's stock took off.

He watched helplessly as the other party's stock began to soar, and in just a few days, the value of these stocks increased several times, even tenfold.

Envy?
envious.

But there's nothing I can do; my salary doesn't allow me to make any big moves, and I don't know any inside information, so I can only watch others make their moves.

However, the other party's 20 accounts hold a large amount of funds, and if they sell the stocks later, my commission will be very high.

After finishing my coffee, it was time to leave work. I wrote down the stock values ​​of the dozens of accounts on the screen in my notebook.

Hancock picked up the phone and began reporting to the owners of these accounts.

"Mr. Hans, I regret to inform you that your holdings of Los Angeles Steel stock have dropped by another percentage point."

"However, given the current market enthusiasm, this stock may rebound in the near future, making now a good time to buy at the bottom."

"Mr. Aisha, your stock has surged 0.3% today, making it suitable for long-term holding."

After making several calls, only one number remained.

That was an ocean-going number.

The other person's time is out of sync with mine, so I have to wait until later to call them.

Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first!
Turning to his blonde female colleague in the office, he extended an invitation: "Any plans for tonight?"

"Yes!" The female colleague refused without hesitation, picked up her bag, sprayed perfume, and left.

Hancock was left alone there, heartbroken.

With nowhere else to go, he simply stayed in the office working overtime until 9 p.m. before finally picking up the phone and dialing that transoceanic number.

Suzhou.

Today is Saturday, a rare day off. Ji Shuangshuang is nestled in bed, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

At this time, the phone rang.

Her gaze swept across the screen, and she immediately remembered that the number belonged to America's brokerage firm. Thinking this, she cleared her throat, coughed twice, and then asked in a slightly hoarse yet deep female voice:
"Mr. Hancock, is there anything I can help you with?"

The next moment, Hancock's fawning voice came through the phone:
"Dear Madam, the stock trading week has ended. As of the close of trading, all four stocks you hold have seen a geometric increase in value."

"Among them, Chilean chemical and mining stocks rose by 1123.96% based on your purchase."

"Based on your purchase, Fumi has increased by 874.23%."

"Talison has increased by 939.64% based on your purchase."

Even Galaxy Resources, which saw the smallest increase, rose by 683.77%.

"Your foresight has brought you endless wealth. What are your plans for the future?"

Hearing the numbers being read over the phone, Ji Shuangshuang couldn't help but swallow hard.

Four stocks, each worth $30 million, with even the lowest-performing Galaxy Resources showing a 680% increase, which translates to a total of $200 million.

Adding in several others, and considering the surge next Monday, the final gain this time will be around $10 billion.

Fortunately, he split the assets into 20 accounts; otherwise, the $10 billion in federal capital gains tax alone would have been a huge problem for him.

Short-term holdings, that damn federal capital gains tax, can be up to 35% of the selling profit.

If there's only one account, it's $10 billion minus $1.2 million, then multiplied by 35%!

A full 3.08 billion!
US dollars!

How many Maybachs could that buy? How many lakeside villas could it buy?

Heartache!

Heartbroken, Ji Shuangshuang patted her chest and, in a trembling voice, said to Hancock on the other end of the phone:

“Mr. Hancock, next week, after the stock market opens in America, call me every hour.”

"I will pay you an extra commission."

"This increase is too big, I'm a little scared." Hearing about the commission, Hancock on the other end of the phone immediately perked up; besides his breathing, you could hear him patting his chest repeatedly.
"Don't worry, ma'am, I will send you updates regularly after the stock market opens."

"We guarantee you won't miss any deals."

"However, based on my trader's intuition, I suggest you reduce your holdings next week."

"Get the money first, then it's real."

Hearing the advice on the phone, Ji Shuangshuang continued to strain her voice, replying with a slightly trembling tone, "Let me think about it!"

"I'm hanging up now, I have to go to work!"

After hanging up the phone, Ji Shuangshuang was no longer sleepy, and she was no longer struggling with what to eat for lunch.

She got out of bed, tidied up her messy pigsty, washed up, put on light makeup, turned on her computer, logged onto the Modern Stanley website, and checked the current market value of her stock holdings.

I compared the values ​​with the previous ones again, and after confirming that there were no errors, I copied the numbers into my notebook.

He shut down his computer, swung his laptop out the door, and headed straight for Lin Yi's office.

The office door was open, and at the desk, the handsome Lin Yi was intently typing something, his eyes fixed on the monitor.

Ji Shuangshuang stood by the door, not disturbing Lin Yi's work. Instead, she stood there with her arms crossed, enjoying the cool breeze after the Qingming Festival, watching Lin Yi work with a smile on her face.

At 11:30, the bell rang to signal the end of the workday, which was also the signal for the cafeteria to open for lunch.

The ringing of the bell startled Lin Yi from his work. When he looked up, he saw Ji Shuangshuang standing in front of the door.

When their eyes met, Ji Shuangshuang quickly turned her face away, then smiled and turned her face back again:
"It's the weekend today, how about we go out for a walk?"

"We can't shop around!" Lin Yi pointed to the computer screen: "We need to plan the production line."

The words "planning production lines" made Ji Shuang's vision go black.

Having a new production line means hiring new people and incurring various new expenses.

The workload will increase again, and may even double!
She sighed and continued to look at Lin Yi with her arms crossed:

"I think your birthday is around these two days. Shall I go buy a cake later?"

Mentioning his birthday, Lin Yi suddenly realized what was happening and slapped his forehead, turning to look at the plaque on the wall.

The sign clearly displays the date as Saturday, April 10, 2010.

Looking away, Lin Yi shook his head: "It's already past April 6th, and today is April 10th."

"By the way, is there something you need?"

When asked if she had something to say, Ji Shuangshuang suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit. She waved the notebook in her hand:

“We’ve made a fortune. Conservatively speaking, we should be able to get around $10 billion from the final sale of the stock.”

"But this $10 billion still has to be taxed, and America's taxes are too high."

"I have no idea why they set the tax so high."

"Make money!" Lin Yi took the notebook from Ji Shuang's hands, glanced at the numbers on it, and even though he had expected it, he was still shocked when he saw the numbers.

His heart pounded. He felt an urge to pull out a knife, swim across the Pacific Ocean to America, and kill those people.

Damn it, they're killing me by charging such high taxes!
He put away his notebook and waved his hand, "Come on, I made some money today, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

"What to eat?"

"West Lake Fish With Vinegar Sauce!"

"Heh, that's all you'll ever be! Go live your life with your West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce!"

"No!"

The two pulled each other out of the office building. Just as their car drove out of the gate of Xiaomi Heavy Industry, it almost collided with Qin Chao's vehicle.

Seeing that it was Qin Chao's car, Lin Yi got out with a smile and walked over.

In the driver's seat, Xiao He looked at Lin Yi walking over, gave him a helpless smile, and then pressed the window switch to roll down the rear window.

In the back seat, Qin Chao, his face grim, roared like a lioness when he saw Lin Yi approaching:

"What exactly have you been doing these past few days?"

"I didn't do anything!" Lin Yi stared with his innocent big eyes, feigning ignorance.

Qin Chao seemed to have anticipated this answer, pressing his temples with his hand: "Let's talk in your office!"

Hearing this, Lin Yi rolled his eyes, turned around and walked towards Ji Shuangshuang, gave her a few instructions, and then went upstairs with Qin Chao.

Once inside the office and the door closed, Qin Chao asked impatiently, "You said you didn't do anything, so why is the Security Bureau investigating you?"

"They told you all about your success during this time."

“I remember you said at the time that the paper was very ordinary and that it wouldn’t be a big deal to publish it.”

"And this is what you did to me?"

"Do you know how panicked I was when the security bureau came to my door?"

Seeing Qin Chao like this, Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

If someone can still stand in front of you, then at least you are safe.

Lin Yi pressed his hand on Qin Chao's shoulder and pushed him to sit down on the sofa before comforting him, "It's nothing!"

"So, what brings you here this time?"

"Something's up!" Qin Chao took the briefcase from Xiao He, opened it, and took out a brown paper bag.

Instead of handing it to Lin Yi, she held it in her hand and shook it:
"Tell me what you've been doing all this time."

"Making money!"

"What money do you make?"

"America's stock market money!"

"How many?"

"Several hundred million."

"It's alright. Making money is fine, but you absolutely cannot take the wrong path. You must remember that as long as you don't take the wrong path, I can help you with anything, no matter how big the problem is. If I can't handle it, there are others who will."

"Dollar!"

"What did you say?" The word "dollars" completely enraged Qin Chao. He threw down the brown paper bag in his hand and, with a speed completely out of character for his age and status, rushed to Lin Yi's side, grabbed Lin Yi by the collar with both hands, his eyes wide as saucers, and roared:

"You go out and make hundreds of millions of dollars, and you're not taking me with you?"

"If you don't bring Suzhou, the city where you were born and raised, are you even human?"

"How can you be such a human being?"

Hearing the roar, Lin Yi calmly raised his hand and gently slapped Qin Chao's hand away:

"I am from Hanshan Temple, or more precisely, from Dongfeng Village of Hanshan Temple. I have no connection with Suzhou."

This answer was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Qin Chao completely stunned.

He awkwardly let go, sat back on the sofa, picked up the brown paper bag, and threw it in front of Lin Yi:
"News from Yanjing: some prince is coming to see you and needs our cooperation on security."

"This is the plan provided by the Security Bureau!"

(End of this chapter)