"It's so easy to make money!"
In the lounge area of the big company lobby, a senior executive in expensive clothes sat with his legs crossed, drinking a cup of coffee that cost more than ten dollars and chatting with the people next to him.
From time to time, people passed by and greeted him and the people next to him warmly.
Sometimes he nodded to those who greeted him, and sometimes he pretended not to see anything.
He was talking to the people next to him about his recent "secret to getting rich."
"If you pay attention to the Federation's stocks, you will find some very magical patterns. These patterns are the secret to making money."
He held the coffee cup and took a sip. He was very elegant and gentlemanly, just like an aristocrat.
The people around him listened carefully. Everyone in the Federation knew that the most profitable business in the world was in Boone, in the financial sector.
However, there weren't many people who could get money from it.
The man next to them was obviously one of them. He often made money. Every once in a while, he would buy a new car, a new set of golf clubs, and even a horse in the riding club.
His salary was not enough to pay for these extra expenses after paying for his family's expenses, but he had a trick up his sleeve. He could make money.
People may not believe him at first, but he always made money, and people had to believe him.
Before work began, the management team chatted with each other, trying to find some tricks from this.
He continued casually, "For example, if you pay attention to this listed company at all times, every spring and autumn when the tobacco leaves are harvested are the two times when the company's stock price rises."
"If we don't look at other times, just these two periods, the rise may not be so obvious. For example, it will only rise slowly by 10% to 20% in one to two weeks.
"But gentlemen …" He seemed to have thought of something and apologized to the female manager beside him, "I'm sorry, and our lady."
The female manager forgave him. She was more interested in knowing how to make money than the fact that he did not put "ladies" before "gentlemen", which could be seen as discriminatory behavior.
"Every moment of the year can provide me with at least 15% to 20% of my total investment.
"Especially at the Spring Tasting, the increase is very stable. In the autumn, the increase may not be so much due to the weather, but there will definitely be no problem at the Spring Tasting."
As he spoke, he suddenly froze. At this moment, an employee was walking into the company while reading a newspaper.
His gaze was almost completely attracted by the newspaper. He didn't care about the people around him. He quickly walked to the side of the employee and very ungentlemanly snatched the newspaper from his hands.
He just stood there like that. Two minutes later, he collapsed with a crash!
This scene was happening all over the Federation. The steady dividends and income at every moment had always made it a target for people to invest in. This was especially true during a few special periods, which were often the peak periods for short-term investments.
However, no one expected that an accident would happen this time.
At every moment in the headquarters building, the CEO was madly slashing everything in front of him with a medieval scimitar that was originally hung on the wall as a decoration.
A group of company executives stood aside, not daring to speak. They could only watch from afar.
Profanities in a Marillo accent kept coming out of his mouth, making no effort to hide his vulgarity.
Every moment, the stock price fell by 30% in an instant, and it continued to fall rapidly.
With every person related to the missing tycoons standing up and speaking out, the company's stock price plummeted once again.
There was no way to control the situation, unless the missing tycoons were found now.
At this moment, he regretted making such a stupid decision. If the ship was docked, the stock price would at most decline to a limited extent, and the tray could still be held up.
But now?
He could only hope that his brother wouldn't skin him and dry him out because he ruined the business here!
After venting for a long time, until his body no longer had the slightest bit of strength to let him vent, only then did he support his legs, gasping for breath, and sit on the chair that had already been chopped up.
"Two things."
"First, go and find out who the f * ck is shorting our stock. They must have something to do with the disappearance of the cruise ship."
"Second, immediately issue a reward to the world. Whoever can find the ship and the damn tycoons on it will get 1% of the shares!"
Looking at the management staff standing outside the door in a daze, he grabbed the vase on the ground and threw it at them, "Get back to work!"
Once the news of 1% of the company's shares was released, not only were ordinary people tempted, even the Federation's politicians, the military, and those in the underground world were tempted.
1% of the company's shares, in terms of the company's market value, was worth tens of millions.
Those assassins could kill one of their own for 2,000 yuan. For tens of millions, if God stopped them, they would even dare to kill God.
The entire Federation was in a frenzy. At this time, Mr. Trumann also began to think about how to deal with the next problem.
It wasn't just one or two people who went missing, it was a ship full of tycoons and their relatives who went missing!
This matter could turn into a terrible political disaster. There was no doubt that when the Federation government couldn't find anyone, the angry and irrational people would blame the Federation government's incompetence!
The first to be blamed would be Mr. President. They would say that they donated a lot of money to the Federation government every year, but the Federation government couldn't even find a ship.
After that, there would be some trouble in society. After these tycoons went missing, their businesses would definitely encounter some problems, and some might temporarily stop operations.
Once such a thing happened, a large number of workers would temporarily lose their jobs, and these people would vent their anger on the government.
Maybe Mr. President would have to take the blame and resign in advance because of this — less than three months after he became president.
Just as he thought of this, the phone in front of Mr. Trumann rang. It was a red light, which meant that he had to answer this call. If it wasn't from the highest official of the Ministry of Defense, then it was from Mr. President.
"Come to my place, now!"
Mr. President hung up after saying this. This was the biggest gaffe for an old man who always paid attention to his demeanor.
Soon, everyone gathered in the meeting room of the presidential palace. Mr. President sat in the first seat and didn't say anything. He frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was particularly oppressive. Everyone could feel that the despair of destroying the world was spreading outward.
"Our situation is very bad. From the information we have so far, the cruise ship has been missing for a few days."
"An officer in the navy told me that these few days are enough for the cruise ship to appear anywhere it wants. It's impossible for us to find it quickly."
"Unless it appears on its own, or someone's boots have been watched by God."
The phrase "watched by God" came from a short passage in the Bible's Book of Revelation. It said that Thurber was lost in a dangerous swamp, but because he wore boots that were watched by God, he always found the safest way to pass through.
This phrase was often used when people were looking for something and praying for good luck.
Mr. President was in despair. He finally understood the helplessness and anger in the heart of the previous president when he was about to leave his position.
This has nothing to do with me, why should I be the scapegoat?
Losing so many rich people at once and not finding them back, in this capital-oriented country, he was afraid that he was the only one who could bear this responsibility.
He didn't expect the people in this office to be able to solve this problem for him. Just like the secretary who always smiled at him, she definitely didn't know how to solve this problem.
Or the presidential palace security adviser next to him. Mr. President wondered if he had ever left Bupain in his life. He might not be able to find the ship, and he might even lose himself.
Despair. Even struggling and resisting was meaningless.
Mr. President glanced at Mr. Trumann, and as casually as every time he encountered trouble, he asked habitually, "Trumann, do you have any good ideas to solve this problem for us?"
Trumann nodded. Sure enough, he also gave up. This was …
"You nodded just now?"
Mr. President was a little surprised. He was full of joy like an exile who had drifted on the sea for a long time and saw a new continent. "You nodded, didn't you?"
Mr. Trumann nodded again, and the stifling atmosphere in the conference room suddenly livened up.
Mr. President walked to his side without any arrogance and stood very intimately behind him like a good friend. He put his hands on his shoulders and squeezed. "Damn it, I knew you had a way, I knew it."
"Tell us, what's your way?"
Everyone looked at Mr. Trumann expectantly, hoping that he could come up with an effective solution.
Once Mr. President took the blame and resigned, the Conservative Party's vice president would take over. This was definitely not a good thing for them.
Although they wouldn't be transferred from their jobs in a short period of time, the process of working would definitely not be happy.
Didn't you see that the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs didn't even come now?
"In fact, when they were in trouble, I already got the news. Lynch sent me a telegram, and the people from Blackstone Security also began to act."
"It's just that we didn't expect it to accelerate away from its course, but we also have a way to deal with it."
Mr. President suppressed the excitement in his heart that wanted to jump up and scream. He pressed Mr. Trumann's shoulder with a slightly trembling hand. "What way?"