The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhang Mouzhi silently looked at the bank deposit figures, and after a long time said: "Son-in-law, am I dreaming?"

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "Perhaps, this is called the American Dream."

Zhang Mouzhi was both happy and regretful. He was naturally happy because he made a lot of money, and regretted that he didn't throw all the money in, but only invested 10,000 US dollars conservatively.

Even so, Zhang Mouzhi still made a huge profit of more than 170,000 US dollars, which is 370,000 yuan when converted into silver dollars.

370,000!

Zhang Mouzhi repaired villas for others in Jiujiang. The total cost of a high-end villa was only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which was enough for him to repair the house for several years.

"My son-in-law, it looks like the U.S. stock market is going to fall, so it's not as good as us..." Zhang Mouzhi felt that he hadn't made enough money yet.

Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said: "The next situation is too complicated. The big American consortium has already made a move, and we are easy to suffer."

If you change to decades later, with Zhou Hexuan's foresight, you can buy long-term stock index futures without leverage, and you can guarantee a steady profit without losing money. But the problem is that stock index futures were born in the 1970s and did not mature until the 1980s, half a century later.

"Then let's go back like this?" Zhang Mouzhi asked.

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "The good show has just begun. Dad, if you want to start a company and set up a factory or mine, you'd better wait for a while. The economic crisis in the United States is coming. Buying machines and hiring workers are all at the price of cabbages. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Zhang Mouzhi has treated his son-in-law like a god, and has no doubts about the economic crisis at all. He said, "Then I will stay for another two or three months!"

Now when factories are set up in Asia, even in Japan, senior technicians still have to hire white people. Moreover, the wages of these white employees are generally three to five times higher than those of the same level of natives. If you hire a batch of them back after the economic crisis, the benefits you get are no worse than buying cheap machines.

As for the economic crisis, well, no one wants to believe it yet.

Even Li Feimore only thinks that this is a normal stock market crash, and it will recover after a delay of two or three years.

So much so that after three years, Li Feimore believed that the stock market had hit the bottom and would soon bottom out. He bought "potential stocks" wantonly at the bottom, but all of them were locked up, and he lost all the money he made in the stock market crash.

Although the stock market plummeted during this period, major economic newspapers, including the Wall Street Journal, appealed to stockholders to calm down, saying that the decline in stocks was only temporary. Every morning when I wake up and watch the news, I can see the forecast of the stock market recovering.

However, on the day of "Black Thursday", 11 financiers committed suicide one after another. They died in various ways, some took medicine, some jumped off buildings, some swallowed guns, some hanged themselves...

Then there are "Black Monday" and "Black Tuesday". If the exchange is also open on Sunday, it is estimated that even "Black Sunday" will appear.

Weng and his son-in-law walked out of the hotel, Zhang Mouzhi smiled and said, "If it is true what my son-in-law said, the United States is going to have an economic crisis, so we can buy some houses at a low price."

Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said, "It's fine to buy and live, but it's fine to invest. The US economy is estimated to take five or six years to recover."

"So long?" Zhang Mouzhi asked in surprise.

"That's why it's called an economic crisis, not just a stock market crash." Zhou Hexuan said with a serious expression.

Like the stock market, the U.S. real estate market also surged in the 1920s. Villages and small towns are better, but for houses in big cities, even the toilets are being speculated, so that the rent of ordinary houses has risen to an unbelievable level.

Zhou Hexuan called a taxi and prepared to go to Mike Lauer Book Company. Although it is not a good time to publish a book, since "Titanic" is written, it is impossible to keep the manuscript hidden and moldy.

When the car drove past an office building, there were sudden exclamations from outside.

Zhou Hexuan turned his head and looked up, only to see a figure standing on the roof. The man was holding a wine bottle in his hand, and his figure was staggering. He looked down several times, but all retreated out of fear.

"Going to jump off the building?" Zhang Mouzhi couldn't help but say.

As soon as the words were spoken, the man on the roof drank two sips of wine, and then suddenly jumped off the roof.

"Hey!"

The brain hit the ground first, bursting like a watermelon, and the red and white spilled all over the ground.

"Oh, another one." The white taxi driver shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Hexuan asked: "A lot of people jumped off buildings these days?"

"I don't know about other cities, but in New York, I can see people jumping off buildings every day," the driver said through gritted teeth, "I really hope that bastard Fisher jumps off a building, because I listened to his forecast on the stock market, so I will Throw all your savings into it!"

The Fisher mentioned by the driver is Owen Fisher, a famous American economist, mathematician, one of the founders of econometrics, and a professor at Yale University. He made great contributions to the field of economics and proposed the principles of monetary theory, the first to reveal the relationship between inflation rate expectations and interest rates.

However, it is such a powerful figure who has been advocating a big bull market for several years. Even a few days before the stock market crash, many investors quietly placed short orders, and he was still saying that the U.S. stock market was far from reaching its limit.

Irving Fisher really didn't mean to deceive people, because he himself was also investing in bullish stocks. As a result, within a few days, he lost millions of dollars, became a pauper in an instant, and died in poverty more than ten years later. Even his later writings such as "Interest Theory", "Inflation", and "One Hundred Percent Currency" were all used to repay bank debts.

Zhang Mouzhi glanced at the corpse, sighed and shook his head.

The Americans are too crazy to play. There are also stock speculators jumping off buildings in China, but I haven’t seen one in the past few years. It’s not like someone jumping off a building every day in the United States.

The taxi stopped in front of a building, and Zhou Hexuan took the elevator upstairs, only to find that the gate of Mike Lauer Book Company was blocked.

Zhou Hexuan stepped forward to inquire, only to find out that the two bosses of the publishing house failed to invest in stocks. Raul directly swallowed a gun and committed suicide. Mike was going to take away the company's cash and run away, but was blocked in the office by employees asking for salary.

Zhou Hexuan's first reaction was: I haven't settled the royalties for my work in October yet!

When everyone was clamoring, Mike, the owner of the publishing house, came out holding a stack of dollars, and said with a haggard wry smile: "The company's bank account has been frozen, and there is still $2,000 in cash here. Let's share it. Now I Announcing the close of business of Mike Lauer Books, Farewell, my friends!"

After Mike finished speaking, he put down the money, then went back to his office and closed the door.

"Judging from what he said just now, it seems that he is going to commit suicide."

"What else can I do but commit suicide? Boss not only lost all his money, but also owed a large sum to the bank."

"Hey, we're all unemployed, so hurry up and find a new job."

"..."

The employees talked a lot, but they didn't stop the boss from committing suicide because they didn't have a better solution.

"Please let me go!"

Zhou Hexuan pushed those employees away and kicked the office door.

The door was open, Mike was holding a revolver, sitting behind the desk looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise, and asked, "Sir, is there anything else?"

"I am the author of "The Rise of a Great Power" and "The Goddess." Zhou Hexuan said.

Mike smiled bitterly: "The royalties for the works from July to September have already been deposited into your international account. As for the money for this month, I'm very sorry, I can't do anything about it."