As soon as Ivy stepped out of the house, she was wrapped in the humid and stuffy air, closed her pores in the air-conditioned room all night, and woke up in an instant, but in a few minutes, she had already heated a layer of fine beads of sweat, and her clothes were sticky to her body, with a sour smell.

Zhuhai and Macao have entered the hottest month of the year, and the summer in the south is difficult, with temperatures above 35 degrees and air humidity close to 80 percent.

Warwick House is about two kilometres away from Ivy's neighborhood, and she is familiar with the surrounding environment, where banks and financial companies of all kinds gather.

Ivy took advantage of the time to wait for the elevator and used the taxi software on her mobile phone to make a summon, God willing, during the busy hours of the morning rush hour, just two minutes after the order was delivered, a driver grabbed the order.

"Good morning, master, I'm in a hurry, please hurry up. Ivy jumped into the taxi and asked the driver.

"Okay, I'll try. The driver nodded in agreement, grasped the steering wheel with both hands, looked at the rearview mirror on the left, and after confirming that there was no oncoming car behind him, he stepped on the accelerator and galloped towards the main road.

Ivy lights up her phone, enters the interview department's work group, and begins to check the background information of the protagonist of this incident.

Meng Moumou, male, 45 years old, director of the credit department of Guangqing Bank, was forced to liquidate his position yesterday due to the use of over-the-counter financing and five times the leverage in the stock market crash of the century that occurred this month, and lost 10 million yuan, of which 4 million was obtained from mortgaging his own real estate, and the other 6 million yuan was embezzled public funds, and he entered the market in three installments to make up the transaction margin.

"Hey, it's a lot of leverage. Ivy shook her head and sighed heavily. She never speculates in stocks, but as a reporter, she can still grasp and understand all kinds of information and new things in a timely manner.

"My stock is up and down again today, and going to work is considered charity...... I've earned enough money for the rest of my life to retire early and enjoy life......" Ivy recalls the previous months, often hearing similar words.

But in the past two weeks, the stock market has begun to fall one after another, and I don't know how many people's dreams have been shattered.

"Toot-toot-"

The FM radio played on the taxi sounded the sound of punctual time signaling. Immediately afterwards, the host's voice was round: "At nine o'clock in the morning Beijing time, I will broadcast the news for you now." Yesterday, the stock indexes of the two cities opened sharply lower, and the Shanghai Composite Index fell by nearly 7 percent, and more than half of the stocks fell to the limit. As of yesterday, nearly 800 billion leveraged funds have been forced to liquidate, and a spokesman for the China Securities Regulatory Commission said that the country will continue to maintain the stability of blue chip stocks......"

A white Toyota in front of the left slammed into the front of the taxi, and the driver braked sharply and honked his horn angrily.

Ivy was rushed forward by the sudden inertia, and the seat belt on her body was immediately tightened, pulling her back. The mobile phone shook, and it was a message sent by Fan Jingjing: If you can take pictures of saving people at the scene, you will definitely be rated as the best news of the month, look at you, come on!

Fan Jing's kind guidance made Aiwei's heart warm, and she replied with a big heart-shaped expression.

Ivy craned her neck anxiously and looked at the headless car dragon in front of her. Three blocks away from Warwick Building, she dialed her partner, Yang Xiaochao, a cameraman, with a glimmer of hope.

Colleagues in the channel call Yang Xiaochao a big head, he is a big man of more than 1.8 meters and weighs nearly 200 pounds. He speaks like gold, and he's a cool fat guy.

"Where have you been?" asked Ivy.

"Traffic jams. Big Head maintained his usual concise way of speaking.

"Okay, I'll go to the scene first, and call me as soon as you arrive. ”

Seeing her impatient, the taxi driver turned his head and chatted with her: "Miss, it's already past nine o'clock and five o'clock, and you definitely won't be able to check in today." ”

The driver's eldest brother really can't speak, Ivy smiled, "I'm not going to work, I'm a reporter, rushing to Warwick Building to shoot news." ”

"It's the first time I've taken a reporter, you're in such a hurry, what's going on in Warwick Building?" sighed the taxi driver, he turned his head and glanced at Ivy carefully, seeing that her skin was white and tender, her face was powdery, and her hair was casually tied up at the back of her head.

"On the roof of Warwick Tower, there was a man who wanted to jump off the building. Ivy replied.

The taxi driver's gossip nerves were instantly triggered, his eyes widened, and his tone rose an octave to ask: "I said why is this road particularly blocked today!" Miss reporter, tell me what the situation is. ”

"I only know that I lost a lot of money because of stock trading. Ai Wei's tone was light, and the driver's excited mood made her a little helpless.

The taxi driver gloated, "I had long expected that someone would die, the stock market was so hot some time ago, and the guests who took my car every day made a lot of money or something." Miss reporter, let me tell you, I never believe in this, the stock market is like a casino, if you win today, you will lose back tomorrow, no one can stop it in time, or it is best to be a down-to-earth person, don't you say?"

"Hmm. Ivy responded perfunctorily, noncommittal. On the roof of the building dozens of meters high, after all, there is a living life.

The closer the car got to its destination, the more it didn't move, and the taxi driver rolled down the window and leaned out to look around.

He sat back in his seat, twisted his eyebrows and said to Ivy: "The road in front of Warwick Building is probably controlled by traffic, if you are in a hurry, you might as well get off here and run over, there are only a few hundred meters left." ”

"Okay, I'll get off here, thank you, master. Ivy unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled the car door to get out of the car.

"Good luck, Miss Reporter. The taxi driver grinned at Ivy and waved his white-gloved right hand.

Ivy got out of the car and ran all the way towards Warwick Tower. The road turned into a huge parking lot, and at the intersection ahead, the traffic police were struggling to direct the chaotic traffic flow.