The Death Knell

Time passed quickly under Su Ming's methodical layout. Without significantly changing history, the stock market crash still happened according to the original time.

When the market opened on the morning of October 29, 1929, the New York stock index plunged directly from its historical high of 363 points, and countless people went bankrupt on the spot.

As a prophet, Su Ming had cashed out all his stocks long before that. His assets now have reached nearly 200 million US dollars. The stock market in these years has really made people crazy.

During the bull market these years, people said that if you have five dollars, then invest in the stock market and sell the stocks in the afternoon, you can buy an L-type car produced by General Motors.

There are no price limits for U.S. stocks. If your brokerage allows you to increase leverage, it can easily turn five dollars into a thousand dollars in one day.

People no longer work, and many people go to the stock exchange every day to wait and watch their five dollars turn into one thousand, one thousand into ten thousand, and ten thousand into one million.

Newspapers are also constantly promoting the bull market, claiming that there are thousands of new millionaires in New York every day.

This was one million in 1929, and it would be a very huge number in the future.

But in the end the dream was shattered, and the false bubble was false after all.

Su Ming had only invested about 30,000 to 400,000 yuan in it before. After a series of operations over the past few years, he had made steady profits of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. At the highest point, he made scattered bets through dozens of New York brokerage firms and went short on the backhand. Leverage harvested so much money in an instant.

The stock market makes and loses money at an alarming rate. Many people don’t know what kind of power it has as a national financial tool...

In the six hours of Black Tuesday, the U.S. stock market lost $500 billion. Su Ming just pulled out a hair before it was too hot.

It's all legal, and the money is clean and ready for investment.

The money was so easy to come by that he felt that he might as well become a financial tycoon instead of a mercenary. There were stock market crashes in the United States one after another. If he had participated every time, he would soon be the richest man in the world.

In the future, there will be the Plaza Accord and the dismemberment of wooly bears, which will be opportunities for huge profits.

But what's the use of having more money? It will only make him feel empty.

In the Marvel world, there are no superheroes and we can still make plans for the future, but as time goes by, more and more characters will appear.

Su Ming cannot just be a bystander. He must participate in various events in order to get what he wants to enhance his abilities.

But that means that the time traveler participates in the story, which will inevitably bring about a butterfly effect. Then maybe Thanos will suddenly have a brain twitch, and instead of playing like in the movie, he will directly destroy the universe like in the comics. What should I do?

Even if Su Ming might be able to survive by relying on X metal, if the universe is gone, what's the use of money?

That’s the true meaning of ‘no people, no money spent’.

Maybe then I can only hold on to the few stones given by Dr. Manhattan and find a way to make a living in other universes.

He is not a superhero, and he is unwilling to do things that are not beneficial, so his identity as a mercenary can give him an excuse to be hired and appear on the battlefield where he wants.

At this time, there must be Inhumans on the moon, the Black Panthers of Wakanda also exist, the Mandarin should still be a warlord, and there may be some people who Su Ming doesn't know about are operating somewhere.

Therefore, your own plan must go ahead and you cannot place your hope on others to save the world.

When he was in DC, he discovered that if he hadn't been involved in the incident, it would have been cool long ago. The original plot changed more and more over time, and in the end, there was even laughter that was over the wall. The bat.

Now, taking advantage of the fact that I still have the advantage of starting the game and being a prophet, it would be wise to prepare early.

Su Ming sat in his Peace Hotel holding a wine glass. Black Tuesday also brought about the Great Depression, but as a narcotic, alcohol business has been better recently.

People no longer have money to enjoy other leisure lives, and they can only rely on alcohol to numb themselves and recall the good old days, when they were surrounded by stock market bubbles and everything was in bloom.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound outside the door, and Su Ming sighed.

This was countless times today. He put down his glass, walked to the bar, knocked on the table, and ordered his bartender.

"Call the police station again and ask them to send someone over to sweep the streets."

The Peace Hotel is a basement. The building it is located in is not a particularly prosperous place, it is just a residential building in an ordinary alley.

Generally, those who jump from the building here should be the residents of the building.

For example, those who used to be more tasteful like to go to Wall Street to see the location of the stock exchange before they die, and then jump and draw a small red flower on the street.

"My money! It's all gone...Ah~~~Bang!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu""Bang!"

"Haha, damn America! Faq! Bang!"

But now there is martial law there, and the surrounding buildings are blocked. Su Ming didn't go to join in the fun. He just heard that this week there was a Morgan Building and Rockefeller Building. People who wanted to jump from the building had to queue up. Within a few days, he jumped. Thousands of people.

The taller the building, the more popular it is, but now Su Ming's six-story building is unavoidable. Wall Street is blocked, and people can only jump upstairs in their own homes.

"Boss, the police station said they have no police force anymore and let us handle the bodies ourselves."

The bartender, wearing a red vest and bow tie, replied helplessly to Su Ming that they were all people with no losses. Su Ming insisted that his employees must sell their stocks before Black Tuesday.

Some people didn't understand it at the time, but under the high pressure of Su Ming and Gin Jiu, they had no choice but to do it.

Unexpectedly, this saved their lives and made Su Ming's ability mythical again.

Although there were no losses, and everyone made a fortune in the stock market to some extent, at least dozens of people from the surrounding residents had died in front of the bar recently, including some regular patrons.

President Hoover organized a bailout, but Su Ming knew that he would not succeed. There would be a more serious stock market crash waiting for him next year.

"Okay, call Gin and ask Gin to come over to see me and bring a few strong people over."

Su Ming held his head and sat next to the piano. Although it was daytime, the bar business was almost the same as at night before, and there were drunk people everywhere.

The piano player rested during the day, and only Su Ming occasionally played. The future music from the real world could help him calm down. Those songs seemed to awaken the ordinary side of his soul and help him reduce the impact of bloodlust.

After discovering this, he didn't learn anything else in the bar in the past few years, except how to play various musical instruments.

He has a very good memory, and he can play the songs he has heard again after repeated attempts, such as "A Certain Love Deal" and "The Most Dazzling Style".

I can't help it, I've heard it too much before, and they are the first ones that come to mind when I first recall them.

Like all gang bosses of this era, he wore the best handmade black suit, smoked a cigar, and combed his hair in the fashion of the era.

It's just that what he wears on his chest is not a handkerchief or a rose, but a yellow smiley face badge, which makes his style a little weird.

He put his hands on the piano and played, cleared his throat, and sang softly.

What he played was not the music of this era, but "Pianoman", the most popular bar piano song after 1970.

"It's nine o'clock on Saturday morning, and regular customers are pouring in. There is an old man sitting next to me, lingering with the gin and tonic in the cup. He said: 'Child, can you play a melody for me?' I can’t remember exactly how it hummed, but it was sweet and sad..."

The clear sound of the piano echoed in the underground bar, and Su Ming's voice seemed low and clear. This is a song that is completely different from this era, full of the atmosphere of the future and an open-minded view of life.

This is not an inspirational song in the traditional sense, but more like a bar pianist's memories of daily life, but it is these seemingly ordinary lives that can better reflect the preciousness of life.

The drinking guests seemed to see the past through the music, remembering what they were like when they were young. They had indeed lost a lot, but there was no need to die for it.

No matter who they are, whether they are stowaways or their ancestors, they still have nothing when they arrive in the United States.

Since they can survive, so can I.

Although the money owed to the banks is not repaid, many banks themselves have gone bankrupt, and they will not be able to 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 could not do it. This national financial disaster cannot be reversed by an individual.

Their money was not earned by Su Ming, but evaporated out of thin air when the market bubble burst.

But now Su Ming can at least persuade them not to die. He knows that he only needs to hold on for a few more years.

When Roosevelt came to power in 1933, the New Deal allowed everyone to survive. During this period, if they were willing to work for Su Ming, then Su Ming could fully support all his guests in New York City.

"Sing a song for us, you are the piano player, sing a song for us, just tonight, we are all looking forward to your melody, we all share this feeling..."

Su Ming gently pressed the last few buttons, stood up and walked to his room.

He nodded and smiled at the applauding people. Except for his own employees, no one knew that he was the owner of the winery. In their eyes, he was just a regular customer of the bar. He often chatted and played with them, and was a good person. people.

But this feeling is not bad. Just let Gin take the blame. Isn't this the one who takes the blame?

He snapped his fingers and signaled the bartender to buy a round of drinks for everyone in the room. With everyone's thanks, he hinted that Gin, who had arrived, would come with him.