Time passed quickly under Su Ming's orderly layout, and without drastically changing history, the stock market crash still happened according to the original time.
At the opening of the market on the morning of October 29, 1929, the New York stock index plunged directly from an all-time high of 363 points, and countless people went bankrupt on the spot.
Su Ming, as a prophet, cashed out all his stocks long before that, and his current assets have reached nearly one billion dollars, and the stock market in these years will really make people crazy.
He had only invested about three or four hundred thousand yuan in it one after another, making a steady profit through a series of operations, and at the highest point, he had scattered bets and backhanded shorts through dozens of New York brokers, and he gained so much money in an instant.
It's all legal, and the money is clean and can be invested.
This money is too easy to come by, he has a feeling, simply don't be a mercenary, be a financial predator, the stock market crash in the United States is wave after wave, if he participates every time, he will soon become the richest man in the world.
In the future, there will be a square agreement, and the dismemberment of the woolly bear will be an opportunity for big fishing.
But what's the use of having any more money?
It just makes him feel empty.
In the Marvel world, there are no superheroes who can still paddle and plan for the future, but as time passes, various characters will only appear.
Su Ming can't just be a bystander, he will inevitably participate in various events, so that he can get what he wants to enhance his abilities.
But that means that the time-traveler is involved in the story, which will inevitably bring about a butterfly effect, and when the time comes, it will not be good for Thanos to directly pump his brain, and not play as in the movie, but directly destroy the universe like in the comics, what should I do?
Even if Su Ming may be able to survive with the x metal, but the universe is gone, what is the use of money?
That's the real person is gone, the money is gone.
Maybe then you can only hold on to the few rocks given by Dr.
Manhattan and find a way to fend for yourself in other universes.
He is not a superhero and is unwilling to do things that are not beneficial, so the identity of a mercenary can make him appear on the battlefield where he wants to appear under the pretext of being hired.
At this time, there must be Inhumans on the moon, the black panthers of Wakanda also exist, the Manchu people should still be warlords, and there may be some people who Su Ming doesn't know are operating somewhere.
Therefore, your own plan must be carried on, and you can't put your hope in someone else's salvation of the world.
When he was in DC, he found out that if he hadn't been involved in the incident himself, it would have been cold long ago, and the original plot would have changed more and more over time, and in the end, there were even laughing bats over the wall.
Now taking advantage of the fact that I still have the advantage of being a starter and a prophet, it is only right to prepare early.
Su Ming sat in his Peace Hotel with a wine glass, Black Tuesday also brought the Great Depression, but alcohol is a kind of narcotic, and business has been better recently.
People don't have the money to enjoy anything else, they have to rely on alcohol paralysis to reminisce about the good old days, the good days when they were surrounded by stock market bubbles and everything was in full bloom.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound outside the door, and Su Ming sighed.
It was the first time he had counted the day, and he put down his glass, walked over to the bar, knocked on the table, and commanded his bartender.
"Call the police station again and ask them to send someone to sweep the streets."
The Peace Hotel is a basement, and the building is not particularly prosperous, just a residential building in an ordinary alley.
Generally, those who jump off the building here should be residents of the building.
For example, those who used to be more tasteful like to go to Wall Street to jump, look at the location of the stock exchange before they die, and then jump and draw a little red flower on the street.
"My money!
It's all gone, bang!
” "Woo woo stock is all waste paper haha, bang!"
"Hehe, hell America!
Law Q!
Bang!
” But now that martial law has been imposed over there, and the surrounding buildings are blocked, Su Ming didn't go to join in the excitement, but he heard that there was a Morgan Building over there this week, and the Rockefeller Building had to queue up if they wanted to jump off the building, and thousands of people jumped off the building within a few days.
The taller the building, the more popular it is, but now Su Ming's six-story small building is unavoidable, Wall Street is blocked, and people can only jump on their own homes.
"Boss, the police station said they have no police force, let's dispose of the body ourselves."
The bartender wore a red vest and bow tie, and replied to Su Ming helplessly, they were all people who had no losses, and Su Ming insisted that his employees must sell their stocks before Black Tuesday.
At that time, some people didn't understand, but they could only do it under the high pressure of Su Ming and Gin.
Unexpectedly, this saved their lives, and also made Su Ming's ability mythologized again.
Despite the fact that there were no losses, and everyone had made some of their money in the stock market, at least dozens of people had recently died in front of the bar, including some regular customers.
President Hoover organized a bailout, but Su Ming knew he would not succeed, and an even worse stock market crash awaited him next year.
"Okay, call Gin and ask Gin to come and see me, and bring a few strong people over."
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Su Ming held his head and sat next to the piano, although it was daytime now, the bar business was almost the same as the previous night, and there were drunk people everywhere.
The luthier rests during the day, only Su Ming himself occasionally plays, and future music from the real world can help calm his mood, and those songs seem to awaken the ordinary side of his soul and help him reduce the influence of bloodthirsty desires.
After discovering this, he didn't learn anything else in the bar in the past few years, but he learned how to play various musical instruments.
He has a good memory, and he can re-play the songs he has listened to if he tries more, such as a love deal, the most dazzling style.
I can't help it, I've heard too much before, and they are the first things that come to mind at the beginning.
He, like all the mob bosses of his era, wore the finest handmade black suits, had a cigar in his mouth, and combed his hair in the fashionable style of the era.
It's just that instead of a handkerchief or a rose, he has a yellow smiley badge pinned to his chest, which makes his style a little weird.
He put his hand on the piano and played, cleared his throat, and sang in a low voice.
He played not the songs of this era, but pianoan, the most popular bar piano song after 1970.
"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday morning, and the regular customers are pouring in, and there's an old man sitting next to me, mingling with the gin and tonic in his cup.
He said, "Son, can you play a melody for me?"
I can't remember how it hummed, but it was sweet and sad."
The clear sound of the piano echoed in the speakeasy, and Su Ming's voice seemed low and clear, this was a completely different song from this era, full of futuristic atmosphere and open-mindedness to life.
This is not an inspirational song in the traditional sense, more like a bar pianist's memories of daily life, but it is these seemingly ordinary lives that can reflect the preciousness of life at this time.
The drinkers seemed to see the past in the music and remembered what they were like when they were younger, and they did lose a lot, but there was no need to die for it.
Whoever it was, perhaps a stowaway, or their ancestor, arrived in the United States with nothing.
If they can live, so can they.
Although they can't pay back the money they owe to the bank, many of the banks themselves have failed, and they can't take care of the debt for a while.
Smiles gradually appeared on the faces of the guests.
This is not the first time Su Ming has done this, although he is not a good person, he did not help everyone avoid losses, because he can't do it, this national financial disaster cannot be reversed by individuals.
Their money was not earned by Su Ming, but evaporated out of thin air with the bursting of the market bubble.
But now Su Ming can at least persuade them not to die, he knows that as long as they hold on for a few more years.
By the time Roosevelt came to power in 1933, the New Deal would have allowed everyone to survive, and in the meantime, if they were willing to work for Su Ming, then Su Ming would be able to feed all his guests in New York City.
"Sing a song for us, you are a pianist, sing a song for us, just tonight, we are all looking forward to your melody, we all share this feeling" Su Ming lightly pressed the last few buttons, stood up and walked to his room.
He nodded and smiled at the applauding people, no one knew that he was the owner of the distillery except his own employees, and in their opinion, he was just a super regular at the bar, with whom he often made small talk, had fun with them, and was a nice person.
But this feeling is not bad, the black pot is just for the gin to be carried by the wine, isn't the little brother used to carry the pot?
He snapped his fingers and motioned to the bartender to invite him for a round of drinks, and in everyone's thanks, hinted that the gin who came came would come with him.
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