On September 20, 1929, the Dow Jones index fell, from a high of 386 to 362, and the stock market began to fall broadly.

All kinds of speculators and financial experts hurriedly jumped out, touting that this is just a normal phenomenon, the stock market is as strong as ever, and we must believe in the stock market and the greatness of the United States.

At the same time, in the luxurious office on the second floor of the S.H.I.E.L.D., for 5 consecutive days, Ben, who slept only 4 hours a day, with a tired face and shining eyes, shouted, "Fall." ”

Li Zitao, who was holding the sofa in the corner, was clever and jumped up from the sofa, "What fell?

"BOSS, all, it's all falling, you're going to be developed, we're all going to be developed. After the initial excitement, Ben is now able to stay calm.

"It's good to fall, it's good to fall. Li Zitao muttered and sat back on the sofa, his facial muscles were numb, and a trace of ecstasy suddenly appeared, "It's falling?" ”

Only now did he wake up from his daze, and he was rich, and he was going to make a fortune.

Big money?

No, no, no, it's a windfall!

Last year, the U.S. annual tax revenue was $400 million.

And Li Zitao can basically get a certain income now, 200 million US dollars, which is half of the annual tax revenue of the United States.

300 million, 400 million, 500 million???

"En!!" Li Zitao snorted and shuddered, not daring to think about it anymore, it was too exciting, and he couldn't accept it.

Li Zitao didn't know that his cautious personality allowed him to take this ride, and he had some sloppy memories that helped him take an important step towards legend.

The Great Depression in Aqua Star America was nearly a month earlier than the Great Depression on Earth, and all this can only be attributed to luck? Or is it the mysterious driving force behind all this?

Li Zitao, who put his heart back in his stomach, also decided not to rush to New York, and left the rest to professionals like Ben.

Now he needs to think about what to do next, where to invest the big money?

After thinking for a long time, Li Zitao once again locked his eyes on the west, California, and Los Angeles.

The name of the City of Angels, which surpassed Chicago to become the second largest city in the United States in later generations, kept jumping in Li Zitao's mind.

Hollywood, Walk of Fame, Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood............

All right!

Li Zitao must admit that Hollywood has infinite temptation for his fat house, even if he is no longer a fat house, but a jumping salted fish.

Manhattan, Hollywood, Disney, these names that itched his ears when he heard them in his previous life, and people couldn't forget them, made him have a good impression of Hollywood across the ages.

There is another reason for Li Zitao to want to leave Chicago, his ambition.

With a deeper understanding of this world, he also clearly realized that what used to exist only as a code name in his mind was the power of the consortium.

The Chicago Consortium, a name he had never heard of in his previous life, appeared in his sight and cognition.

The Midwest consortium, with the McCormick, Wood, and Krone families at its core, is one of the eight major conglomerates that control the American economy.

The Chicago area has a suitable climate, abundant rainfall, and fertile land, which is just suitable for the development of agriculture and animal husbandry, and is an important food and livestock area in the United States.

According to Li Zitao's understanding, the Chicago consortium is present in the land, pastures, meat processing, agricultural machinery and other industries here.

The cover of Time magazine in March 1929 was Cyrus Hall McCormick, whose family's fortune to date was $420 million.

This is only the wealth in the hands of the McCormick family, but they also have the Wood family, the Crown family, and countless interest groups clinging to this big tree.

With the advent of the Great Depression, although the consortium was inevitably affected, its strong capital, and its power in the political and business circles were not something he could resist now.

But the west is different, the emergence of the "Homestead Law" has made this originally barren land beautiful and rich, private farms are everywhere, and industries are on the rise.

Convenient transportation, bankrupt farms and factories, underground mineral deposits waiting to be discovered, vast and fertile western prairies.

And, of course, Hollywood......

Li Zitao thought that this was the place where he could rise, and a new idea of a 'Chinese consortium?' appeared, and huge ambitions began to grow.

......

Li Zitao was lying on the bed, thinking about life and future sexual happiness in the posture of a salted fish, and the wheel of time did not stop.

Tuesday, September 24, 1929, was sunny and sunny.

New York, full of people and busy Wall Street, is as bustling as ever with a thriving scene.

Stockbrokers, financial managers, investors, and capitalists in suits and leather shoes pushed open the door as usual, and the shiny toe of their leather shoes could reflect the 'handsome' face of a man who was born to be successful.

"Hey Carl, how was yesterday?"

"My client has two stocks that are going down and was harassed by him all day yesterday, oh shit, doesn't he know the drop is temporary?"

"Ha, I'm the same, these stupid guys, they don't understand stocks at all. ”

"Good morning, Marianne, how was yesterday?"

"Don't mention, Kuz must be crazy for selling the stock of the American Radio Company that I recommended to him. ”

"My god, I think he's going to cry and faint in the toilet, that's gold. ”

"That's right, I swear, I will never help him again, hmph, wait and regret it!"

The brightly dressed elites, discussing their stupid clients, wait for the doors of the trading market to open.

At 11 o'clock, when the doors of the New York Stock Exchange were opened, the first moment the phone rang, panicked screams resounded in the sky.

The New York stock market, which had just opened, was like a torrent pouring for thousands of miles, and it was thrown off on a large scale, and panic and uneasiness enveloped Wall Street, and the sun was no longer shining.

"The feast is coming. As the crowd squeezed into the exchange, Maiton's eyes were filled with excitement, unlike the crowd around him who were screaming in despair and then slumping to the ground.

"Throw it away, throw it all away, all, ...... quickly"

"Yes, that's right, GM, American Steel, Montgomery, the Virgin Mary, FK, whatever it is, throw it all away......"

"Throw, throw all ......"

Throw it all, throw it all away, throw it all away.

The whole Wall Street shouted in unison, people hissed and roared, their faces roared hideously, and their hearts seemed to be held by a big hand, and they couldn't breathe in pain.

Crying and wailing, countless investors held the stocks in their hands, sat on the ground, and kept slapping the ground with their hands, completely ignoring the clothes on their bodies worth hundreds of dollars and the unattainable image of the past.

Outside the gates of the New York Stock Exchange, more people gathered here from all directions, looking at the door leading to the New York Stock Exchange, pointing their fingers to their hearts and praying silently.

In just two hours, more than 5,000 people gathered to fill the city streets, waiting for the final judgment.

Unbeknownst to them, many of them were already facing bankruptcy at this very moment.

With 400 mounted police officers dispatched to Wall Street to maintain order, the authorities feared that investors who had lost their minds would create a catastrophe like the storming of the Bastille.

Inside the New York Stock Exchange, every sell-off desk is crowded with crazy people, scrambling to sell their stocks.

More than 1,200 stock traders on the New York Stock Exchange have calm faces, methodically handling transactions one by one, and the space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is crammed with people.

When a trader picked up the phone again, the calm on his face gradually turned terrifying, and the microphone fell from his hand, and the Dow Jones fell on the day, 29 percent.

The next day, the finance minister of country Y publicly stated that the US stock market was at risk, and the market suffered another heavy setback.

......

At the Chicago A.H.I.E.L.D., a short celebration feast is coming to an end, because the feast is far from over.

"Cheers for 100 million US dollars!" Li Zitao held the transparent crystal cup high and shouted loudly.

"Haha, to the boss, it was you who let us participate in this feast. ”

"Respect the Boss ......"

In order to vent his inner depression, he gave all his staff half a day of paid leave to return home to their loved ones.

After closing the door, the whole club was left with the crazy people who were hiding in their rooms, singing and dancing.

"Boss, this is just the beginning, and I look forward to the day when you deliver on your promise. When the madness was about to end, Ben looked at him meaningfully and said.

“...... My heart hurts so much and I want to go back to the past. Li Zitao covered his heart, only to feel that it was dripping blood, ticking, ticking, ticking......

The painful Li Zitao didn't know how those employees who went home from vacation were worried and collapsed when they learned of the crash of the New York stock market.

"Could it be that the boss has already run away?" was the same suspicion to every employee.

When I woke up the next morning, the Chicago Tribune was in the early morning bulletin: Wall Street elites were lining up to walk to the rooftop.

When I saw this report, these employees who had experienced a 'good holiday' rushed to the club as fast as they could, and the closed doors were desperate.

Click~~

Pushing open the door, Li Zitao yawned, and the next second he froze in place, looking at a group of employees who arrived in advance and sat on the ground with twisted faces, and blinked his eyes in confusion: "Hi!"

"BOSS, I love you. The hot-bodied hottie kissed him on the cheek.

"Boss, I love you too. "Another fragrant kiss.

"Boss, I love you to death. "There's another one on the left.

"BOSS, I'm ......" The voice was sweet and soft, and Ruhua, who weighed 200g, stepped forward.

"Wait, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't washed my face, I haven't peed......" Li Zitao turned around quickly, muttering in his mouth, and running towards the stairs with small steps like Hot Wheels.

"This Tuesday, the sky was black. "The New York Times that night, with the headline on the original page, seemed to have a heavy momentum coming through the paper.

Wang Dagou took Maiton and Sanirle on the way back, they no longer have to stay in New York, all they have to do now is to wait for the final harvest.

It's just that what happened next, Li Zitao could no longer use memory to help, and could only rely on the judgment of Ben and others.

From now on, every second hand beating means that there are hundreds of thousands of American knives flying towards him with wings.

"Thank you to America, thank God!" Li Zitao's heart was full of sincerity.

Countless cherubs composed of rolls of Franklin seemed to be coming to him from New York, fanning their wings and smiling intoxicatingly.

In the five months since he traveled, Li Zitao has never loved the city, the country, and even the great faith, Franklin, as much as he does now.