"Owen! Owen Colewood!"

Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Martin finally came to his senses and shouted the name of the new intern in the office at the top of his voice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a stockbroker who has been on Wall Street for many years, he can't believe that there is such a bizarre coincidence in the world, just short the stock of a company on the front foot, and then a meteorite hit the factory on the back foot.

Since it was the stock market lunch break, most of the people in the room had already left for lunch, and only a few people were scattered on their desks to rest or do something to relax.

Of course, this relaxation is not quite the same as relaxation in the ordinary sense.

Because of the pressure of work, traders often need more exciting ways to vent, such as inhaling a little white powder through their nose, or calling a beautiful woman to take advantage of the market break to have a hair......

In short, they did almost everything they could to keep themselves refreshed after the afternoon market opened.

But unfortunately, all this is a life that can only be enjoyed by high-income elites, and for those junior employees and interns, they can only look at it with envy, jealousy, and hatred, looking forward to one day becoming one of them.

In just a few minutes, a young man in a suit with half a hamburger in his hand hurriedly ran over and asked breathlessly, "First ...... Sir, may I ask you for something?"

"Go downstairs for me at once, find a place where CNN has a 24-hour news broadcast, and see if the Lennett Pharmaceuticals factory in Philadelphia has been hit by a meteorite, it's better to take a picture with your phone, understand?" Martin commanded impatiently.

"Understood! I'll go!" the young intern nodded vigorously, not even indicating, but immediately agreed, turned and ran out of the office.

In about 10 minutes, a video is sent to the smartphone via a wireless network.

Without saying a word, Martin turned it on and pressed play, only to see a slightly shaky camera capture the news being broadcast on the LCD TV, and the background was the roaring Lennett Pharmaceutical Factory, and the shocking picture of the moment of the meteorite impact being played repeatedly.

"Shet! It's true! It's unbelievable! How is this possible!" he couldn't help but burst out.

"Hey, dear old fellow, what makes you so excited?" asked a passing female stockbroker curiously.

Taking a deep breath, Martin forced himself to calm down, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I'm afraid you won't believe it! Do you remember that two days ago, a client invested $200 million in the stock of Lannett Pharmaceuticals?"

The female stockbroker nodded: "Remember, how can you forget, it's rare to see such a stupid and stubborn investor, don't you still assert that he will lose all his underwear." ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry, it looks like I'm going to have to swallow back what I said. Look at it, this is the news that Irving filmed downstairs a few minutes ago, Lennett's pharmaceutical factory in Philadelphia was completely destroyed by two meteorites that fell from the sky, and a large amount of pollutants spread to the surrounding area, and I don't know if I will eat a sky-high ticket. Martin smiled wryly as he handed over his phone.

The latter only glanced at it and immediately exclaimed: "Fake! Are you sure this is not fake news? If it is true, then your client is probably going to make a fortune, and you can also make a lot of money! Damn it! Why is his luck so good! The market that was obviously about to lose money was turned around by an accident!"

"Do you think it's an accident? A billionaire would gamble on an accident with $200 million?" Martin asked, glaring at two slightly bloodshot eyes.

"Isn't it? This is a meteorite impact! There is absolutely no possibility of human intervention!" said the female stockbroker firmly.

After all, a meteorite impact is not a disaster that may be intervened by humans, such as fire, and no country or organization can apply meteorites to weapons.

Martin touched it, and explained with some uncertainty: "No! You don't understand! I mentioned it when Mr. Jamie Dimon introduced this client to me, and he said a joke about a meteorite from the sky. ”

"What?!What do you mean...... He...... He predicted a meteorite impact?" the female stockbroker had an incredulous expression on her face.

"Maybe, maybe not, there is not much point in discussing these now, anyway, Lenit Pharmaceutical is going to be a big mold, I have to prepare quickly, and when the market opens, there will definitely be a dive and fall. With that, Martin began to look up the Lennett Pharmaceuticals industry on his computer to determine the percentage of the Philadelphia pharmaceutical factory.

I don't know if I don't check the result, and I'm shocked when I check it!

The Philadelphia Pharmaceutical Factory is not only the largest production base of Lannett Pharmaceuticals, but also the largest raw material warehouse, as well as the research and development center of generic drugs, which is now well destroyed by two meteorites......

Coupled with the fact that the company is saddled with a billion-dollar loan, it will go bankrupt 100 percent if it is not handled well.

The female stockbroker standing next to her also saw the information displayed on the webpage, and immediately asked, "At what price did your client short?"

Martin licked his lips and replied excitedly, "Forty-five dollars a share!" I feel like my brain is completely excited, and I am waiting for the afternoon open!"

"Wow! Congratulations! You're about to make a big profit again! I have a hunch that the opening two hours will fall below the issue price. ”

"Hahahaha! Thank you! Don't leave after work! I'll treat you at night! Everyone has a drink at the new bar!"

"Hey, guys, do you hear that? The gold agent is in for a treat!"

"Hooray!"

"Martin, I love you to death!"

......

While the Wall Street office was in high spirits, Arthur Bateson, president of Lennett Pharmaceuticals, was sitting in the conference room with a blushing face, and said to the shareholders who looked like him: "Everyone, I believe you all know the current terrible situation of the company, and I hope that everyone will not sell their shares, and will be as united as possible to get through this difficult time together." ”

Unfortunately, his proposal did not elicit any response.

All shareholders lowered their heads and secretly discounted their calculations, after all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lannett Pharmaceutical was really unlucky this time, and the sooner the stock was sold, the more it could reduce its losses.

After a long silence, a white man in his fifties suddenly stood up and owed slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. President, I am a businessman, and the basic principle of a businessman is that you can never be emotional, in order to avoid the stocks in your hands from eventually becoming waste paper, I will sell the shares after the afternoon open." ”

After saying this, he pushed the door and left in front of everyone, and made his position clear with practical actions......