Jesse Livermore was shocked.

He looked around guiltily and found the white-collar workers from the company next door looking at him in surprise.

I blanch...

Jesse Livermore picked up his hat from the ground and said silently: Can't see me, can't see me...

As soon as he left, the white-collar workers next door looked at each other: "Isn't that Wall Street Bear Jesse Livermore?"

"Wall Street Bear" is the nickname given to Zhao by Jesse Livermore last year as a trader shorting the market. After he became famous, Wall Street elites gave him the nickname.

"I heard he made a lot of money last year!"

"This is a short-selling genius, but it's a pity that old Morgan has spotted him and told him not to let traders do anything for him."

"Why is he here?"

"Isn't the office next door to that big stock market operator, the southern guy Thomas Lawson?"

Thomas Lawson was a Southerner.

The eyes of this group of white-collar workers suddenly lit up.

We are all foxes of thousands of years, no one should talk about chatting.

They all fell silent.

But they all came up with an idea: Why not use this matter to please Wall Street giant Morgan?

……

Thomas Lawson has begun to organize people to buy shares of United Copper in batches.

American exchanges, also known as "street exchanges".

In the street exchange, Fritz Heinze looked at the notice board. The stock price of United Copper began to soar beyond his expectation, and everyone was stunned.

He called his younger brother Otto: "Morse used money from the capital pool to boost the stock price today. Didn't he already agree not to drastically increase the stock price before the short squeeze?"

Because a sharp rise means that a large amount of funds must be invested, and subsequent funds will be insufficient.

The emotions of retail investors should be pulled slowly and not too hard.

At this time, the staff of the street exchange changed the information on the notice board - the stock price of United Copper has risen from US dollars to US dollars.

Otto was confused: "No, Morse was drunk last night and he's not awake yet. How could it be him?"

Fritz Heinze frowned: "Such an exaggerated increase cannot be caused by retail investors following suit. Go check it out quickly."

To say that the rise in stock prices at this time is beneficial to them.

But the stock market is by no means a black and white game.

It took Otto a few hours to figure out the situation and hurried back to report: "It's Thomas Lawson, he's sucking in United Copper shares."

Fritz Heinze picked up his coat: "No, I'm going to ask the Southern guy to see if he is an enemy or a friend!"

They are all on Wall Street, and Fritz Heinze is only a ten-minute walk away.

The secretary did not recognize his boss Zhao Chuanxin, but he recognized the "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze.

"Mr. Heinze, what can I do for you?" the secretary asked respectfully.

Fritz Heinze was worried: "I want to see Mr. Lawson."

The secretary asked: "He is in a meeting, can you wait a moment?"

"No, I want to see him right away." Fritz Heinze looked at the secretary determinedly.

Different people have different orders, so the secretary quickly went to the conference room, even though it would interrupt the meeting.

While Fritz Heinze was waiting on the sofa, a woman walked in and poked her head in.

This woman is tall, fair-skinned, and wearing a headscarf, but she cannot conceal her unparalleled elegance.

Fritz Heinze's eyes suddenly lit up.

He stood up, tidied his hair first, and then walked over with three shaking steps: "Madam, I am Heinze, Fritz Heinze."

"Oh, oh, hello, my name is Rebecca Levi."

Rebecca Levy is nervous.

Although she didn't know the "Bronze King", just judging from the way he dressed and the aura of having been in a high position for a long time, he was definitely an extraordinary person.

And she was just a commoner girl whose life had just started to improve, but she still had not escaped poverty. Her life was very tight.

The dollar in her pocket was almost all her savings, and she was almost drained of it.

"Rebecca, has anyone ever told you that you are beautiful?"

Rebecca Levi is even more at a loss.

She took a step back: "Thank you."

There is a sense of distance in "please respect yourself" everywhere.

Fritz Heinze smiled.

There are too many women sticking to him on the pole, and he doesn't care about them.

He just likes this one!

Just as I was about to speak, the conference room door opened.

Thomas Lawson came out: "Mr. Heinze."

"Thomas, can I call you this?"

"Yes, it's my honor." Thomas Lawson said politely.

Fritz Heinze saw that many people were leaving the conference room one after another, so he kept silent for the time being.

Many people recognized the famous "Bronze King" and came to say hello.

But there were two people who attracted Fritz Heinze's attention.

The brim of their hats is very low, and one of them is very tall and strong.

The two of them went straight to the reception room without saying hello or even raising their heads.

Fritz Heinze asked curiously: "Who are those two people?"

Thomas Lawson said "Oh": "They are just my employees, just newcomers."

Having said that, Fritz Heinze saw Bailey Callevi walking straight towards the tall man.

Then, the tall man pulled her in at the door of the reception room.

Fritz Heinze frowned, a little unhappy.

He asked again: "Is the woman named Rebecca Levi just now your employee or your family member?"

Thomas Lawson shook his head. He was also a little unsure, but since he was going to Zhao Chuanxin, he didn't dare to meddle in his own business: "No, maybe they are the family members of the employees."

With that said, he led Fritz Heinze to the conference room.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the famous "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze, he found that he was just an inconspicuous white fat man.

The nose is big, but the bridge of the nose is straight and high.

Her hair is naturally curled and parted in a mean middle part.

He didn't pay much attention. Seeing that Rebecca Levi had come here, he pulled her into the reception room: "How did you know I was here?"

Rebecca Levi thought he was blaming, and quickly explained: "I asked Abraham about it."

She also did not say that Abraham Cohen took the initiative to tell her because she was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would punish Abraham Cohen.

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Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What do you want me to do?"

Rebecca Levi ran out of excuses and hesitated for a long time: "I want to invest in the project you invested in, and these are my dollars."

In fact, she is not keen on it.

She felt that all transactions on Wall Street were ethereal and disturbing, like walking in the clouds.

Everything here is too far away from her life of waking up early and working late at night.

But she couldn't explain why she came, why she took such a risk and gave away all her belongings. It was like she was in a dream, drifting to this unlisted office on Wall Street.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw her clutching her pocket so tightly that even the back of her hands turned white, he understood what this dollar meant to her.

Angry and funny, he roughly pressed her on the chair, and then said to Jesse Livermore: "Go get two cups of coffee."

The reputed "Wall Street Bear" is like the third grandson being turned around under the command of Zhao Chuanxin.

I quickly went out to get coffee.

Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: "Go back and tell that bitch Abraham to keep his mouth shut, or I'll sew him up!"

Rebecca Levi was startled: "I don't care about his business, I think about it myself..."
To be continued...