At three o'clock in the afternoon---

From HSBC Hong Kong, VIP Lounge.

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

Zha Dongchen shook hands with Robertson and talked.

Hiding from his father Zha Dongchen, Zha Yongxiao mortgaged 10% of the equity of the family business to Luo Bachen in front of him.

Robertson was also happy, directly wrote down a billion HSBC check, and said that he had already said hello to the bank and could withdraw it at any time.

You must know that one billion is not a small amount, and ordinary banks will make an appointment three or five days in advance when they encounter such a thing, but this Robertson in front of him can do this, which shows the great energy of it.

Finally sent away the ghost Robertson, Zha Yongxiao was a little excited with a check of one billion yuan, and asked Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng beside him: "Can you really continue to invest?"

"Of course, I have calculated, if you invest another billion yuan, you can earn seven or eight billion yuan a day, and then you can exchange the equity you just mortgaged back, people don't know it, how good!" Luo Yonghui said.

"Yes, although I am not as powerful as Ah Hui, but I also know that the current stock market is definitely long--- you only need to take the equity just now as collateral, put it in the bank and sleep OK, as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow, you will earn seven or eight hundred million, and when the time comes, whoever sees you will not call you a genius Young Master Cha." Yang Shoucheng also said on the side, "To tell the truth, if it weren't for my company just being tight on money this time, I would like to invest a billion, the stock market is like a casino, the more you invest, the more you can earn!"

"But...... What if I lose it?" Zha Yongxiao said hesitantly, holding the check.

Luo Yonghui and Yang Shoucheng looked at each other and smiled, and said together: "Song Zhichao is our guiding light, and he is the one who will pay for his death!

Zha Yongxiao: "......"

handed the check to Luo Yonghui.

Luo Yonghui took the check, flicked it with his finger, and said: "Check less, you can see it, you will make a lot of money immediately if you put it in!"

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

……

Luo Yonghui was right, at four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, in just one hour, Zha Yongxiao had invested 1 billion yuan, and he had already earned 300 million yuan.

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

Zha Yongxiao became excited.

There are green veins on his forehead.

The previous worries were swept away.

Next door, a fat man fell to his knees and cried.

Luo Yonghui pointed at the fat man and said to Zha Yongxiao: "This guy is not good at learning, but he wants to learn from Song Zhichao to short the Soviet Union, this is good, and he will lose all his money!"

Looking at the fat man who was crying and looking at the other people on the stock exchange who were almost the walking dead like the fat man, Zha Yongxiao knew that these people were all losers in this stock investment game - many people had all their life money into it.

"Poof"!

Someone in the hall of the exchange passed out on the ground.

Someone next to him shouted.

Many of them laughed maniacally, "It's gone, it's all gone!" and tore the stock that had been turned into scrap paper to shreds and threw it high into the air.

Pointing to those people, Yang Shoucheng said to Zha Yongxiao: "These people are also quite pitiful, they don't have much money, they didn't stop the loss when they should have stopped the loss, and they didn't have the money to make up the position, so it's like this now!"

At this moment, many people in the entire stock trading hall are crazy, but if you calculate carefully, these people account for a small part of the entire trading crowd, after all, many people have recognized the facts of the current stock market and have not continued to frantically short the Soviet economy.

Zha Yongxiao looked at the scene in front of him, and then glanced at the VIP hall where Song Zhichao's team was not far away, Ouyang Jing and others were anxious one by one, and they were obviously still making up their positions.

At this moment, Zha Yongxiao suddenly felt some sympathy for Song Zhichao.

From a "superhuman super" who is hailed as a genius to a "salted fish super" who will die tomorrow, how big will that gap be?

At least Zha Yongxiao can't bear such a gap.

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

Zha Yongxiao only felt that his heart was hot, and he felt that this time the "goddess of luck" was finally fortunate to him.

Yes, as long as I hold on until tomorrow, I'm the real big winner!

Song Zhichao, you are determined to lose this time!

Zha Yongxiao gritted his teeth and swore an oath.

……

That evening, at eight o'clock---

Hong Kong in winter is not too cold, and many people who walk at night are just wearing thin sweaters.

--- in an underground tunnel in Mong Kok, Hong Kong

Underground tunnels like this are generally home to a lot of homeless people.

Some social workers in Hong Kong, as well as well-wishers, distributed some old clothes, as well as some bought bread, sandwiches and other food to those who were sleepers.

Inside 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, a grandmother who pushes a flatbed cart and picks up cardboard and glass bottles for a living stops there, looking at the gags in the show with dizzy old eyes, and her face is chapped with vicissitudes of life, showing a long-lost smile.

"Happy Tonight" is a long-lived variety show of Hong Kong TVB, which began to be broadcast on the second day after TVB's launch in 1967 (i.e. November 20), and continued until the 6613th broadcast in 1994, and was broadcast live every Friday night for 27 years, and was changed to Saturday night live broadcast for a period of time in the 80s, and the number of episodes produced was listed in the world record.

For many Hong Kong people, no matter how hard and tired they are, they all like to watch the column "Happy Tonight", because of the spirit of "making fun in suffering" of Hong Kong people.

On a bridge near Wan Chai, Hong Kong---

A drunken man carried a wine bottle and shouted at the sea: "I don't admit defeat!

It is not strange for people passing by around, after all, there will be such people in Hong Kong every night, complaining about the sea and the sky, and venting their emotions.

Kowloon, Hong Kong, on the balcony of a building---

The cold wind is howling, and on this cold winter night, several young people are busy making barbecue while playing the recent popular golden song "I Wish They Were More Than Friends" by Tianwang Liming--- fragrant roasted chicken wings make a greasy sizzle sound in the flames, and the aroma is fragrant.

……

This is the night in Hong Kong.

This is the winter in Hong Kong.

These were the last days of 1991 in Hong Kong.

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

At this time, in order to live, many elderly people are still working hard, some adults are moving forward with heavy loads, and as for those young people who are accustomed to eating, drinking and having fun, they are in dance halls, song halls, and various parties to squander their youth and look forward to the future.

This is the developed capitalist metropolis.

This is the drunken Hong Kong.

In an office on TVB, a group of people are hard at work creating a new TV series.

The young man named "Wei Jiahui" at the head would never have thought that the TV series they were conceiving would be so difficult to deliver--- they had been discussing it day and night for a week, but only now that a name was discussed for this drama.

That's right, it's just the name of a TV series, and it's called "The Big Time".

They still know too little about the stock market in Hong Kong, to be precise, there is no hard information, and in their minds they have not yet sketched an image of the king similar to the myth of the stock market--- it is so difficult to sketch a "stock god".

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

He was skeptical.