"Pacific Railroad, 5,000 lots, buy, $78.36 per share. ”

"4,500 lots, Philadelphia Radio, sell, $83.23 per share. ”

"San Francisco Oil, 10,000 lots, sell, $44.48 per share. ”

In the small hall, the telephone rang one after another, and the automatic pricing signs kept turning in rhythmic clicks, some showing green numbers, and some showing red numbers.

In the easternmost corner of the hall, behind a large desk, Adel sat with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the huge blackboard on the opposite wall, and on the edge of the blackboard, five or six young men in green vests, were constantly busy, sketching the data received on the phone in the form of a wave chart. With the changes in these data, Adair issued instructions behind that desk, either buying or selling, in the form of short-term operation, striving for every profit for the company.

Far away from this so-called operation area, near the entrance of the hall, there are some rows of chairs, and there are many people sitting on the chairs, they are all here to observe the operation of the brokerage company, among these people, some are investors of the company, and some are potential investors, and the reason why they sit here is to see if Adair, a newly popped stock investor, can really bring them stable and lucrative profits.

Of course, among the people sitting in these rows of chairs, there are other people with special status, that is, loan clerks from various banks.

In today's Wall Street, there is a special group of people active in various stockbrokerage companies, that is, the so-called loan clerks, these people come from various commercial banks, and their job is to find stockbrokers who have vision, prospects, and are relatively lucky, and then establish a cooperative relationship with them to provide him with loans. Considering the current high short-term lending rates, if you can find the right savvy stockbroker, a loan clerk earning less than $100 a week is likely to reap a good return.

Martin Illness is a loan clerk, and the Manhattan Commercial Bank he represents, like most loan clerks, Martin does not have a high degree of education, and of course, he does not have a deep family background, he just started this business two months ago, and before that, he was a clerk on the New York Stock Exchange.

Don't think of the loan salesman at this time, think how much they can directly provide the lender with a loan, the fact is not like that, they are really just a salesman. Martin, for example, spends his day going back and forth between various stockbroking firms on Wall Street, recommending to stockbrokers the banks he represents and the loans he makes. If he is lucky enough to succeed in convincing a stockbroker, he needs to report the stockbroker's information to the bank he works for, which will then review the stockbroker.

Once the loan is approved and the loan is successfully disbursed, the loan and the corresponding interest will be successfully recovered after the expiration of the term, so that Martin will be able to receive his fair share of the commission from the loan interest.

Martin has had a miserable past two months, and despite his efforts and the use of all the connections he had in the past, he has not been able to pull out even a $10,000 loan until now. According to the rules of the Manhattan Mercantile Corporation, if he could not complete a single task during the three-month probationary period, then he would have to roll up the cover and get out, for which Martin was very distressed.

In the past two days, Martin has a new goal, on the corner of South Street, opposite the wharf, a new stock investment company has opened, this place is relatively remote, there are no similar investment companies in several neighborhoods, Martin also found out occasionally because he lives nearby.

In order to be able to make this order, Martin has been eyeing this investment company for the past two days, just like now.

The hall was noisy, and all sorts of voices gathered here, plus the doors were open, and the sounds from the street and the pier across the street were coming in, making it look like a big market. However, Martin's heart was very calm, and for most of the morning, his attention was focused on the stockbroker named Adair, and in the notebook in his hand, every transaction that the stockbroker bought and sold this morning was recorded.

Before becoming a loan clerk, Martin worked as a stock exchange clerk for a long time, and it was this job that gave him a very sensitive data analysis ability, through these days of observation and records, he can roughly calculate the amount of money in Adele's hands, and of course, he can also get his daily income.

According to Martin's analysis, at present, this stockbroker named Adair has about $300,000 in his hands, and his business direction, for now, is mainly short-term or ultra-short-term trading. Every day before the stock market closes, Adair will sell all the shares he holds, and then re-enter the market the next day to continue a new round of operations.

One of the characteristics of this way of operation is that the risk is relatively low, and at the same time, the quality requirements for the stockbroker are relatively high, because he has to make a series of decisions in a very short time.

To Martin's surprise, this stockbroker named Adair, although he has been doing short-term operations, has not been low-profit. Take this morning as an example, he did a total of 13 rounds of trading, and the volume of no round of trading was not large, and the largest amount of eating was less than 6,000 lots. In these 13 rounds of trading, he only made a mistake when operating Texas Instruments, and lost about $300, while the remaining 12 rounds of trading, he made a profit, although these profits were not large in each single transaction, the largest profit was the Florida rubber transaction, with a profit of $2,400, and the least was Dodge, with a profit of less than $1,400. But these scattered operations allowed him to make a profit of nearly $30,000 in less than a morning.

The income of $30,000 in one morning is quite staggering, and most importantly, considering that a stockbroking company needs at least $500,000 in funds to bid, and these days, the funds put into operation by Adair are less than $300,000, that is, there are $200,000 in funds, which are not used for short-term operations. Martin judged that either this Adair played tricks when bidding for the company, and he really only had $300,000 in his hands to use, or he put the remaining $20 into the stock market and held one or several stocks for a long time. If it's the latter, Martin wonders, how much profit will he make on it?

Well, everyone has their own secrets, after all, Martin is just a loan clerk, not a federal police detective, he has no reason to care about the privacy of a stockbroker, purely from the data he currently has, Martin believes that this stockbroker called Adair is a very high-quality potential loan customer, with these analytical data in hand, Martin believes that the bank will definitely agree with his suggestion. In other words, the key point now is how to convince this Adair to apply for a loan from the Manhattan Commercial Bank through himself.

He had to be convinced, and it couldn't be delayed for too long, Martin was convinced that if it weren't for the fact that the place was remote enough, this quality customer would have been booked long ago.

Behind the large desk, Adel sat with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes slowly moving to the curves on the opposite wall, his mind racing, and at the same time, he sent instructions to the dispatcher. He enjoyed the pace of work, and although it wasn't perfect, it allowed him to find some traces of his past life.

"When ......"

When the floor clock in the corner of the hall struck 11 o'clock, Adel closed his eyes and rubbed his thumb on the temples on both sides, then dropped the pen in his hand, slowly stood up, and then nodded to the dispatcher who was running over - this meant a temporary stoppage. After two hours of continuous operation, he inevitably felt tired, so according to the company's regulations, from 11 o'clock to 12:30 o'clock was the rest and lunch time.

With his nod, a handyman picked up a long pole and hung a black sign in front of the autoquote, telling the onlookers that the morning's business had been suspended, and that an accountant would post the morning's earnings on the bulletin board.

In fact, investors who are willing to come to observe are generally knowledgeable, and they can calculate the approximate profit situation by themselves without the accountant posting an announcement, so when the black sign was hung up, more than a dozen people stood up from the bench and applauded Adair with a smile.

Adel waved at these investors, walked over quickly, shook hands with them one by one, and of course, he inevitably had to say a few polite words, after all, these people are his God of Wealth, and without their investment, he can't play this company.

"Hello, Mr. Adelle," just as Adel was greeting the investors away, a young white man with curly blond hair stood in front of him, and the young man said with a somewhat sunny smile on his face, "Can you give me a few minutes?"

Adel glanced at the other party, smiled, and made a gesture of please.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Martin, Martin Ilnes," the young man said as he handed over a business card, "I'm a loan clerk at the Manhattan Commercial Bank, and I've been following him for the past few days, and your success has made me very sure that the Manhattan Commercial Bank needs a good customer like you." ”