The Jinding Stock Exchange was originally a paradise for speculators, and the encouragement effect of Bato Kid's overnight wealth on speculators made countless gamblers who wanted to get something for nothing rushed here.
Bartow's savings were not large, so the shares he bought in the "Cerberus Comptoir" were only a small fortune, not enough to make him rich.
However, since no one was optimistic about Alex's business at the beginning, Barto was the underwriter of the exclusive distribution of shares in the "Cerberus Comptoir".
According to the rules, no matter what price the firm's shares are sold, he can get a commission of 1 percent.
The stock of "Cerberus Comptoir" soared to the sky, becoming the most sought-after note on the Jinding Stock Exchange, and Bato is naturally also rising, and now he has been called the good luck boy Ba million, as if he is the man of the year here.
The bills sold by Barto were exchanged for a large amount of gold coins, which flowed into the account of the "Cerberus Comptoir", and quietly transferred to the account of Jedi.
Chickens lay eggs, eggs lay chickens, whether it was the first egg in the world or the first chicken, in short, the first money that Helen took out has snowballed several times.
Princess Helen's purpose was not to make a fortune, of course, she listened to Jedi's whimsical plan to fight a currency war and use money to destroy the rock-solid rule of the Norman Archduke.
This money is far from enough, and the purpose of the so-called first start-up capital is only to make the drunkard Du Wei, the poor boy Bartow and the mountain man Jedi into the triumvirate that can influence Baptiste's economy.
She has a big appetite, and this is only the first step in a huge plan, the prelude to a drama directed by money.
The story of Barto's rise to godhood was also widely circulated in the Dewar goldsmiths' shop, and the young lads were envious of his good fortune.
Barto is a friend of Jedi's, a poor boy who used to come to drink with Jedi, and he is a humble little man who would have thought that he would become a man overnight Stout Beta, red-haired Farrow was talking to Jedi about Bato's rumors as Leah walked in with a barrel.
A hard-working and capable countryman would be suspicious of her brother's meager salary when she went to the city, so she got a job as a sweeper in a goldsmith's shop.
Leah is dressed as a maid, with a cloth skirt tied around her waist, her hair wrapped in a cyan handkerchief, and her sleeves are pulled, revealing a pair of slender and moving arms, which looks sassy, and with her sweet smile and the pair of shallow and dimples, it is like drinking a sip of fragrant green tea.
She was now the sweetheart of all the men in the Deval Goldsmiths' shop, and everyone took good care of her, even the customers who came to the shop to store, build, and receive the gold, and they loved to see her, and now everyone knew that the Deval Goldsmiths had a beautiful little maid, and they called her "Julil of the Golden Nest".
Lia's appearance has made some small changes, her facial features have become a beauty with a little touch, and she has become a beauty with another appearance, as for her delicate skin, she doesn't have to worry, when Leah was in the Croia Palace, she had learned some small magic from the court magician, although a little princess can't sit there every day to meditate to practice magic, so she knows very little magic, but it's not too difficult to make her skin rough with her hands and feet.
As soon as they saw her walk in, Beta and Farrow immediately stood up and moved their chairs at an alarming speed, and then rushed over with a clear and cheerful wind, but with a very calm look, Farrow smiled and said, "Li'er, I just don't have anything at hand, come on, I'll do it for you."
"Ah, that's embarrassing, it's my job," Leah had said before Farrow lifted the bucket, picked up the rag, and rushed to the counter to rub it vigorously.
"Thank you so much, Brother Farrow", Leah smiled sweetly, revealing an arc of white teeth, and Farrow immediately bit his thick lip, as if he had received eighteen months' salary at once.
Beta didn't take the lead, she was jealous and hateful in her heart, and when she saw that Leah gently beat her waist with such a cute little fist, she reached out to get the dun cloth, and immediately snatched it very rudely, and said excitedly: "Li'er, let me come" Jedi shook his head slightly, he didn't approve of spoiling a girl so much, even if she was a beautiful and noble princess.
He is also a prince, the prince of the wolf clan in the western part of the Warcraft Grassland, but although his father His Majesty Sack R loves him very much, he never let him have too special treatment, less experience and common sense than other wolves, which means that he is more dangerous than others in a cruel life, and lacks the ability to survive.
Mr. de Waal saw this at the counter, and he smiled and shook his head slightly.
As long as these two young people don't affect their normal work, he has no objection to doing something that pleases girls, after all, he is also young and a very generous boss.
Dewar pushed open the account book and called, "Jedi, come here."
Jedi stood up and walked in front of him, Mr.
Dewar pointed to the opposite side and said, "Sit down", he took off his reading glasses, took out a piece of deerskin, and gently wiped the crystal mirror skin with the fine fleece on it, and glanced at Jedi: "Jedi, you and Barto are good friends."
"yes, yes."
Jedi was a little nervous, Mr.
Dewar wouldn't feel anything "Ah, that's great, Jedi, you're an apprentice goldsmith, it's not your job, but you're good friends with Barto, and it's very convenient.
I wondered if you could go and meet him and persuade him to deposit the gold coins in my shop, and the interest would be negotiable. ” "Of course that's fine," said Jedi with a sigh of relief and a smile on his face.
Dewar happily patted him on the shoulder and said, "Great, if it works, I'll pay you a bonus."
He rubbed his hands and smiled: "Barto alone underwrote all the stocks and bonds of his firm when no one believed Baron Alex, Baron must have appreciated him very much, bring Barto here, you can get to know Baron Alex through him, that is the big customer, this matter has been successful, I will not forget your benefits."
Jedi was stunned, he didn't expect that Mr.
Dewar didn't take a fancy to the nouveau riche Bato at all, and his real purpose turned out to be focusing on the big fish Dewey.
Jedi smiled even more happily, his next plan was originally to ask Dewey to go to Dewar's gold shop to store gold, and now that Dewar took the initiative to recruit him, the plan would go even better.
It is believed that in the near future, in Baptiste, the capital of the Duchy of Norman, there will be three oligarchs in industry and commerce, stock and securities, and finance and credit, and these three oligarchs are Jedi, Duwey, and Bartow.
The three of them were originally one, but at that time, they secretly colluded and cooperated with each other, like a three-headed hound burning hellfire, Cerberus, devouring Norman's future alive.
Jedi made a makeshift cameo as the most important salesman at the Dewar Goldsmith's Shop, and he didn't have to go to the counter on time, so he ripped off his sleeves, changed into a modest outfit, and rushed to the Golden Dome Stock Exchange to find Bartow.
On the first floor of the Jinding Securities Building, the doors of the twelve tall white marble pillars are full of people, and the walls on all sides are black blackboards with tables, and all kinds of chalk are served next to them.
Securities traders write down the stocks they have bought or sold on it, and then negotiate with interested parties hoarsely, and wait until the two big hands stained with colorful pink and gray clench into fists and hit each other, they will pick up the board eraser or directly pull up their sleeves and wipe the blackboard clean.
There were many huge pillars in the hall, and in front of each pillar were round counters, and the same many traders waved the securities in their hands, howling in oblivion, and the floor was littered with garbage, and the unpleasant smell of sweat came to their faces.
Barto sat in the best place with a drink next to him.
He was now a very wealthy man, and he did not need to come forward to solicit business himself, and he employed many young people who worked as hard as he did, and who looked forward to the future with optimism, and he was one of these people, who knew who was loyal and honest, who was industrious, and who were paid more under his employment, so he worked very hard.
But Barto can only be so majestic now, he is not qualified to enter the golden second floor of the Golden Dome Securities Building.
The first floor is so noisy, but the second floor is completely different, the people there are super big, and there are hundreds of thousands, millions of transactions.
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They are the ones who really control the entire trading market, and some of them are legends, some of whom have been dead for decades, but whose souls still seem to float on the spires of the Dome of Gold, influencing the words and actions of the concoctors of wealth in the buildings below.
On the second floor, in addition to a large trading room like a staircase, there is only a spacious independent room, which contains an office, a washroom, and a bedroom, with a variety of fine wines and cigars, and beautiful women who are convex and backward for the lustful pleasure of the tycoons.
They have drunk, played with women, gambled a few more money, and then they will lazily issue a few orders to buy or sell with cigars in their mouths, and they will control the joys and sorrows and even the fate of those on the first floor.
When the tycoons gently dust off the ashes in the ashtray, it is like dusting off the lives of countless retail investors who depend on them for their lives.
Although those who depend on them are the ones who have made them, when they stand on top of these people's heads, no one remembers these poor creatures anymore, and their minds are only golden coins except for the white carcass of the woman. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ S: Recommend a book, ISBN: 187857, Phantom God Emperor, Fantasy Super Novels
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