Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Lin Qi looked at Sister Song, whose attitude had completely changed, and let out a cold laugh.

The true face of capital is always the most accurate barometer of the world.

Without any ceremony, he sat down with a flourish, crossed his legs, and glanced at Song Ziwen's face, which was filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"Brother Ziwen, you flatter me. What do you mean by 'creating the world'? It's just that I've seen through the underlying logic of the flow of money."

Lin Qi picked up his teacup but didn't drink: "You are naturally familiar with the Fisher equation. When the velocity of money and the volume of commodity transactions remain relatively stable, a surge in the money supply will inevitably lead to a soaring price level. And when the profit rate of real industries cannot keep up with inflation, this over-issued money will plunge into the financial speculation market like sharks smelling blood."

These words, spoken casually, precisely hit the nail on the head regarding the core essence of economics.

Song Ziwen nodded repeatedly, rubbing his hands excitedly: "That's right! Brother Tuozhi hit the nail on the head! Those warlords in China only know how to print military stamps to rob the people of their food; they don't understand what real finance is at all. But the situation in America is far more complex than the theories in books."

Lin Qi didn't exchange many pleasantries. He put down his teacup, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and pulled out a thick report document, entirely typed in English, from his leather briefcase.

The document was thrown onto the mahogany table with a dull thud.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get straight to the point."

"Let's talk about America in 1924, and about that river of greed called Wall Street."

The air in the private room froze instantly.

Sister Song straightened her back, and Song Ziwen even took out a fountain pen and opened the notebook she carried with her, looking just like a primary school student listening to a lecture.

"It has been six years since the end of the European war."

Lin Qi's voice was deep and penetrating: "The Old World was reduced to ruins. To pay off war loans, the British Empire and France continuously transported gold from their national treasuries to New York. Now, the United States controls nearly half of the world's gold reserves. They are so poor that all they have left is money."

"Look at America's domestic industry. When Coolidge came to power, he pursued an absolute free market. At the Ford factory in Detroit, a Model T could be assembled every few tens of seconds on the assembly line. The specter of overcapacity has begun to hover over the United States, and the price of agricultural products has been falling all the way. Capitalists are holding huge profits, but in the traditional industrial sector, they can no longer find safe projects that can provide a return of more than 10%."

Song Ziwen took notes quickly, sweat trickling down his face.

He looked up and asked eagerly, "Brother Tuozhi, since the rate of return on industry is declining, why doesn't this capital flow back into banks to earn interest?"

"Because the Federal Reserve is turning bank interest rates into worthless paper."

Lin Qi presented a crucial piece of data that caused the Song siblings' hearts to stop beating.

"To help Britain return to the gold standard and prevent gold from flowing into the United States and causing hyperinflation, the Federal Reserve Bank of New York is plotting to lead a massive interest rate cut, which will drastically reduce the discount rate. What does this mean?"

Lin Qi leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on Song Ziwen.

"This means that money is being forced out of banks! This means that Wall Street brokers can borrow massive amounts of money from banks at extremely low costs! The margin trading system is being abused; ordinary people can buy stocks with just a 10% down payment!"

Song Ziwen's hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the pen tip drew a deep ink mark on the paper, tearing it directly.

He understood, he completely understood!

A massive amount of surplus capital, coupled with extremely low lending rates, and leverage of more than ten times.

This is a super powder keg filled with high explosives, waiting for just one spark to detonate!

"so."

Lin Qi leaned back in his chair and delivered his definitive, historic conclusion: "In the second half of this year, at the latest by the end of the year, Wall Street will witness an unprecedented, devastating bull market that will wipe out all short sellers! The Dow Jones Industrial Average will crush all obstacles of reason like a runaway horse!"

The private room was so quiet that only Song Ziwen's heavy breathing could be heard.

Although Sister Song didn't understand those complicated financial formulas, she understood the conclusion.

His breathing became rapid, and his calculating eyes reflected the glittering gold and silver.

"Then, Brother Taku."

Song Ziwen ripped off his tie, completely losing his composure: "Now that the situation is settled, where should we invest our funds? Should we go long on U.S. Steel, or buy General Motors? How did your model calculate the specific entry points and leverage ratios?"

This is the most crucial and deadly secret in the entire plan.

Knowing that a bull market is coming is one thing, but knowing which stock to buy that will multiply tenfold and when to run away is the real magic touch.

however.

Just as Song Ziwen's eyes lit up, like a traveler who had been thirsty for three days and three nights in the desert seeing an oasis.

Lin Qi suddenly stopped talking.

He picked up the English report from the table, neatly stuffed it back into his leather briefcase, and then fastened the metal clasp.

A crisp "click" sounded.

He then picked up the teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and slowly took a sip.

He didn't mention a word about specific stock codes, sector selections, or the timing of fund entry and exit.

He's keeping us in suspense; he's training the eagle.

Song Ziwen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, clutching her hair with both hands and looking at Lin Qi expectantly, but dared not utter a word to urge him.

He turned his head and looked to his eldest sister for help.

Sister Song received her brother's signal. His frantic nodding and absorbed listening during the lesson had given her the clearest indication.

The man in front of me is definitely not a con artist; he truly has the extraordinary ability to manipulate events and wield immense power on Wall Street!

Sister Song no longer hesitated; her business instincts told her it was time to place her bet.

She took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating heart.

He took out an English contract, which was over ten pages thick and had been drafted overnight, from his handbag.

She pushed the contract in front of Lin Qi with both hands.

"Mr. Lin, we are completely convinced of your talent."

Sister Song gritted her teeth and offered the greatest sincerity she could muster, her voice conveying a resolute determination to burn her bridges.

"We will sell some of our real estate in Shanghai, liquidate our shares in the Hankou Textile Mill, and with the loans from Shanxi banks, we should be able to raise at least two million US dollars!"

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