Albert fired all of the company's economists.

Ludon was furious, but he didn't intend to do anything to redeem it.

Money is a bastard, and you can still make it without it.

There is no end to the money in the world, and Ludon is indeed greedy, but he knows very well what money should be earned by himself and what money should be earned by others.

He is willing to pay miners higher wages in exchange for a longer career and earn more value from miners.

Similarly, even if economists get their copyrights back, there is a direct loss to Luden, but the indirect loss is not significant.

These economists always cost money, right?

As long as they are still living in the fog capital and living within the company's business scope, the money in their pockets is only deposited by the company with them, and sooner or later it will return to the company.

Luden is confident in this.

Over the past few years, the company has experienced a chaotic expansion, doing whatever it makes money.

Seeing that the crisis was approaching, Ludon cut all the side lines in a drastic way, leaving only the main trunk.

In general, there are three aspects:

Medical, food and seeds, medical devices.

The other branches either set up a separate company to go public for financing, or were directly sold by Luden and cashed out.

When the crisis is over and the industry is gone, Ludon can buy everything back at a very low price.

This little episode didn't make Luden's heart ache for long.

On this day, Ludon took Ah Wu to the Fortune Exchange.

There is a lot of noise here, people are waving the bills in their hands, constantly buying and selling, and from time to time they even give their little thumbs up to show off to their opponents!

There are also some special traders in the Fortune Exchange.

When they talk to people, they always like to cross their hands, hide the little thumb of one hand and cover it under the palm of their hand, or simply clench their fists with one hand, or stick it in their pockets.

These people are more low-key, more cautious, less ostentatious, and look very reliable.

Many people like to entrust such a good fortune broker, thinking that since they have suffered in this matter, they will not mess up a second time.

There is even a very strange phenomenon that some new lucky traders, in order to integrate into the circle as soon as possible and earn the trust of customers, will take the initiative to cut off their little fingers!

Four hundred years ago, Rakley could never have imagined that his small actions would have such a profound impact on the world.

Ludon is here, of course, not to solicit a trader, but to renew a trade.

"Mr. Luden, please come here."

The person in charge warmly welcomed Ludon and took out the documents that had been prepared long ago,

"If you continue to be bearish on Coral Sea, you will need to pay a fee of 5,000 pounds, and to be honest, this is not a good business, and anyone can see that there is nothing wrong with Coral Sea!"

The Coral Sea Company was a nautical company, and it was rumored that they had opened several shipping routes, were responsible for trading with the New World, and had royal permissions.

With a strong business performance, Coral Sea issued shares with a face value of £300!

This is not a small amount, and it is difficult for ordinary people to come up with such a large sum of money.

The price alone has dissuaded many people.

Even so, after the issuance of Coral Sea's shares, it skyrocketed, and now it has reached a price of 1,000 pounds!

To put it bluntly, Coral Sea is the strongest performing stock on the Fortune Exchange, and everyone is talking about this stock, finding a way to buy more, and the price has gone all the way.

No one would be bearish on such a stock!

Mr. Lutden did so, and has even paid tens of thousands of pounds for it!

Mr. Ludon, who has suffered heavy losses, is like a gambler who loses red-eyed, raising again and again, refusing to face reality.

Of course, persuasion, the person in charge earns a fee, and Lu Deng is willing to be the head of this wrong, and he has no reason to refuse.

Ludon signed the check, paid the fees due, and renewed his short-selling plan.

When Ludon left, one of the subordinates in charge walked into the office and asked curiously,

"That's the legendary magical Mr. Luden, is he still shorting the Coral Sea?"

"Yes."

The person in charge nodded and said with a little disdain,

"He's not as amazing as the legend suggests."

As long as you are human, you will make mistakes.

Even Mr. Ludon.

The subordinate asked,

"What if he succeeds in shorting?"

"If Mr. Lutden succeeds?"

When the person in charge heard the question from his subordinates, he only felt extremely naïve, and replied casually,

"Then he'll make everyone's money!"

The subordinate hesitated for a moment and asked,

"Actually, I have £500 in deposit"

He wanted to gamble, to taste what it was like to win all his money.

The days passed.

It's been a while since Ludon was bearish on the Coral Sea, and he's still paying a huge amount of money to maintain his shorting plan.

On this day, everyone gathers for dinner to celebrate the birthday of the legendary 'El Isa'.

After lunch, everyone walked out of the restaurant.

A dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky!

A man slammed into the ground with a loud bang, his body twitched twice, black blood oozed out, and he stopped moving.

Hannibal didn't need to come forward to diagnose this unfortunate man,

"Dead."

Several people raised their heads and looked at the sky, the direction in which the deceased had fallen.

It's an eight-story building, not very tall, but it's sure to kill someone.

The cause of death did not need to be diagnosed, and Albert was more concerned with another matter: what was the force that pushed the poor man off the rooftop?

Lutdon didn't know the deceased either, but seeing that the deceased's right hand was missing a little thumb, Lutdon knew where to look for answers.

He took out a shilling and threw it to the nearest newsboy.

"Go to the Fortune Exchange and ask, what's new."

When the newsboy received the money, he subconsciously ran in the opposite direction, not intending to do anything for Ludon at all.

If you can make this money without doing anything, why waste your efforts?

A newsboy like him, there are not a thousand but eight hundred fog, and the other party can't find him at all.

If you want to blame, you can only blame this gentleman for being too stupid and paying in advance, and the little newsboy gave him a good lesson today, so that he knows that people's hearts are complicated and the social road is slippery.

This shilling is considered tuition!

Before he could get far, Luden's voice caught up.

"I'll give you another shilling when I'm done."

"Yes, sir!"

The newsboy hurriedly agreed, turned around, and ran wildly in the direction of the Fortune Exchange.

Ten minutes later, the panting and sweaty newsboy rushed back, and said breathlessly,

"Sir, they, they're all selling shares in a company called Coral Sea, and some people say it's worthless."

Listening to the newsboy's words, Luden nodded slightly, confirming the conjecture in his heart.

Sure enough, the first thing to burst was the foam.

After listening to the newsboy's words, the group continued to move forward, chatting with each other.

The newsboy was in a hurry, and the little broken steps chased after him, and with innocent, watery eyes, he looked up at Luden,

"Sir, what about the shilling you promised before?"

"Oh."

Ludon said very calmly,

"I lied to you."

(End of chapter)