Capitalists were always handsome and polite. They would show their best side to the public, so many less intelligent people mistakenly thought that capitalists were also so "polite."
Capitalists were never polite, it was just a way for them to disguise themselves. Just like the predators hiding in the dark, they even evolved to look very fragile to attract the attention of other creatures, so that they could kill the curious in one fell swoop.
In a brightly lit room, traders were quickly operating different accounts.
In order to swallow every moment, the people here borrowed thousands of stock accounts from the stock brokerage company to operate.
Yes, the stock brokerage company often did this. Their customers would authorize the stock brokerage company to operate their accounts on their behalf, including buying and selling.
This also meant that when necessary, the stock brokerage company could operate these accounts without the consent of the user.
Buy or sell.
A few years ago, there were more scandals like this. For example, a customer took a fancy to a stock and thought it would rise.
But the stock brokerage company didn't think so, so when the customer asked them to buy, they didn't really buy, they just pretended to buy.
When the stock fell, they would tell the customer the value and meaning of stopping the loss in time.
Once the customer agreed to their request and stopped the loss in time, they would transfer the money in the customer's account to their own account through some means.
This kind of thing was called a "blackboard" in Boston. It wasn't a real financial transaction, it was a fake transaction that falsified all the procedures.
However, stock brokerage companies couldn't guess correctly every time. If they guessed wrong, they would have to compensate their clients for their losses. The more their clients earned, the more they would lose. Therefore, they would try their best to persuade their clients not to sell their stocks.
If they didn't sell the stock, the money wouldn't be in the account. If the money wasn't in the account, it meant that there might be more changes.
When the stock fell, they might even make a profit.
If the customer insisted on selling, the stock brokerage company wouldn't lose too much, and they would accept it. But if they lost too much, for example, hundreds of thousands, there might be problems.
Every time the Blackboard exploded, there was always a stock that violated the rules of the stock market causing trouble. Everyone else was falling, but it kept on rising. It rose so much that people panicked, and it rose so much that the stock brokerage company went bankrupt.
In addition to these, stock brokerage companies had another way to make money, which was to rent these accounts to other companies for a short period of time.
This was also illegal, but it was also one of Boone's unspoken rules.
The game between capitals sometimes required "ambushes," but the war between capitals was not a war in the real world, and soldiers could hide in places where people would not easily discover them.
In the world of finance, the changes in funds were too obvious for those who studied these things every day.
Then, at this time, someone would need to provide assistance. The funds would be scattered into different small accounts, and after the accumulation stage was completed, the funds would be gathered together.
They didn't care whether it was legal or not, because all the accounts were operated by the stock brokerage company. If there was a problem, it would be the stock brokerage company's problem.
"Boss, we've already eaten 9% of the stock. There are other people in the market doing the same thing as us. I think we should start now."
"There's no point in waiting any longer."
The person who was called "boss" was actually not a real boss.
Even if the market value of the company had fallen to an unprecedented low, it was still a company with a market value of hundreds of millions, and the following confrontation would be even more intense.
The "boss" was a little hesitant. "I have to think about it, continue to eat …"
After he finished speaking, he returned to the side hall. Some idiots thought he was really going to think and rest quietly as he said before he went in.
The smart people already knew what he was going to do. He was going to report back to the higher-ups, and the higher-ups would make the final decision.
Before the close of the evening, suddenly, a company that had just been established stood up and announced that they had grasped more than 7% of the total shares of the company and would launch an acquisition war on Boone.
As soon as the news came out, the whole of Boone was shocked. What was even more unexpected was that just five minutes later, another company that had just been established also announced that they held 10% of the shares of Boone and would also launch an acquisition of Boone.
For a time, it became a topic that financial professionals in Bupenn had to talk about all the time. In the so-called "high-end coffee houses", high-end restaurants, and even roadside barbecue shops and homeless people in Bupenn Park, they were all talking about it.
It was not only because the volume was huge at every moment, but also because the acquisition cost at least hundreds of millions of yuan. In this era where the average company's value was only about 200 yuan, acquisition cases that cost hundreds of millions were enough to occupy the headlines for a long time.
"Mr. Lynch, there's a call for you …" The little maid walked to Lynch's side and bowed to show her respect for Lynch.
Since the day she was "beaten", her life had been completely different.
It was not about her sexual orientation or hobbies, but the changes in her life.
The community service company turned her into an official employee. In addition to a salary increase, they also bought her insurance.
Some people thought that insurance was the biggest conspiracy ever created by politicians and capitalists.
Social insurance could only be paid by the employer, which was the most criticized part.
In other words, if someone wanted social insurance, including future pension insurance, he or she had to work for the capitalists because only the capitalists were eligible to buy insurance for them.
In the Federation, where money was heaven and no money was hell, people who lost their ability to work would soon be abandoned by the fast-developing society.
These people would be driven out of their homes by the bank … Because they could not afford the real estate tax and the necessary expenses, the bank would auction their houses.
The little money in their pockets would soon be used up, and they would have to find a park to spend the rest of their lives.
With pension insurance, it was different. There were three different levels and three different limits. The highest level was enough for a retired enterprise employee to do nothing and get a pension of nearly 800 yuan a month.
Even if ordinary people bought the lowest level of pension insurance, they could receive nearly 200 yuan a month from the relevant institutions.
This money was enough for them to maintain their lives and maintain it.
But all of this had a premise – the 30-year social insurance payment process. Although there was recent news that the president intended to shorten this period to 20 to 25 years after taking office, the chances were slim and the resistance was great.
How many 30-year periods could there be in a person's life?
After graduating at the age of 18, they had to immediately throw themselves into a proper job because they did not have much time to waste.
The situation of college students was even worse. After graduation, they could hardly change jobs at will. If they did not work for a few years, they would completely cut off the pension insurance payment and miss the guarantee of old age.
The young girl paid for some insurance intermittently. She did not feel this sense of urgency before, but now she could.
The community paid for the middle-level insurance for her. If she could maintain this job, then when she was old, she could probably get a pension of about 350 yuan, based on her current purchasing power.
Coupled with the additional fees that Penny had given her, the whole world seemed to have come alive.
Lynch looked at the maid. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. They were all adults. If she did not agree, she could have shouted.
Master Lin had never been a person who forced others. He would never do that.
She did not shout or object, which meant that she accepted the deal.
"Say I'm not here."
Lynch shook his head and continued to watch the television.
The maid turned and walked to the phone. After a few perfunctory words, she hung up.
In fact, the person on the other end of the phone knew that Lynch was at home, but he was unwilling to answer the phone. It was obvious.
If Lynch was not at home from the beginning, the maid would not have to "ask" if he wanted to answer the phone. She left the phone, which meant that Lynch was definitely at home, but he was unwilling to answer the phone.
"Did Penny ask you to wear that?"
When the maid was cleaning beside Lin Qi, Lin Qi happened to see a collar around the maid's neck. It looked like a dog collar, but there was a nameplate missing from the one around her neck.
The maid's face was a little red. She shook her head and said, "I heard from Madam Penny that you like these things, so I …" She bit her lip and did not continue.
There were many things that could be done. When they were doing it, they would tell themselves that they were temporarily subservient to their body's reaction, but it was not so easy to say.
Saying that it meant a change in thinking. She was not ready for it. It was a very contradictory feeling.
When she was in school, there were many people who pursued her. At that time, she felt that the whole Federation revolved around her.
But now, she saw the world clearly. In order to live better and have more dignity in society, losing a few things on a small scale would not make her mind.
"Did the community service company give you a new contract?"
The maid nodded vigorously. "I was just about to tell you, Mr. Lynch. Thank you very much for speaking up for me …"
For the girl, this was related to her future. But for Lynch, not only was it not troublesome, the people of the community service company were proud of serving Mr. Lynch.
This damn capitalist society!
This was a sweet capitalist experience!