Friday, April 14th.

The morning light before the morning trading illuminated the glass curtain wall outside the Northern Trust headquarters in golden color. Song Ya looked down from the window of O'Grady's office. The reporters had gradually gathered across the street from the headquarters gate below. It was obvious that the news that he had arrived at the Northern Trust headquarters was revealed.

"This price is OK?" O'Grady took a piece of paper with the handwritten AOL target price that she was going to sell today.

"Yes." Song Ya glanced at her and nodded, "Sell something else depending on the situation, as long as you feel you can run away." She signaled her personal lawyer Song Zecheng to hand back a signed authorization document.

O'Grady took it and hurried out. Greenspan made the statement yesterday that the sharp drop in rice stocks was a foregone conclusion. He was very busy today, and everyone in the securities industry would be very busy.

‘The U.S. Ministry of Finance held an emergency closed-door meeting overnight…’

‘The chief commander candidate, Vice President Gore, criticized last night in California for a recent series of actions by the Federal Reserve to bring the market into expectations of continued interest rate hikes…’

‘Ms. Cohen, chief investment consultant of Goldman Sachs, believes that the global economic outlook is much brighter than a year ago, but the development pace between the richest economies is inconsistent, the US economy has grown strongly, but compared with Europe, the US stock market is still the best investment destination…’

Bloomberg and financial news jumped one by one to balance the big bomb released by Greenspan yesterday.

Sloan kept huddling in the corner, covering his hands and ears and whispering to the phone, "My personal accountant told me that if the stock of Litman Media fell sharply today, I would really go bankrupt."

After hanging up, she walked into Song Ya in vain and said.

"No, your Gulfstream V is very valuable..."

Song Ya's mentality is getting better and better. Greenspan made it clear yesterday. Professional institutions and rich people are always more sensitive to the speeches of the Mid-Federal Chairman, and their time is much more abundant than stupid retail investors.

Options are used to pay off debts. Her private plane bought with a loan will definitely be detained by creditors. She has been operating several companies to go public in succession. Sloan is more confident in the Internet than herself, so she has not used options to balance risks. Because based on the stock price rise in the context of the bull market, she will make a lot more money after the ban is lifted...

This teasing did not attract Sloan's response as expected. Her face became paler and she turned around in slow motion and went back to the corner to make a phone call.

"Don't worry, I won't let my best CEO go bankrupt..."

It seemed like a joke was too much? Song Ya raised her wrist and looked at the time, and added a sentence to her back with great boyfriend power.

"I... will give you back." Sloan said in a low voice.

"Who said I wanted to lend you money? I lost over one billion knives this week." Song Ya replied with a smile.

'brush!'

Just then, the rice stocks opened. As expected, most stocks on the Nasdaq and New York Stock Exchange fell sharply at the opening, and the Bloomberg screen was very festive.

"I won't talk about this for the time being, let's talk about it before the closing in the afternoon."

Song Ya went over to look at the market. Yesterday, the stocks that resisted the decline could not be held back. No matter what technology companies listed on the Nasdaq or the New York Stock Exchange, Microsoft, Oracle, Cisco, HP, Compaq, Dell, and other companies turned around, let alone YAHOO and other companies that have been performing poorly in recent months.

"Huh..."

Many of them had their own shares. Even though they were mentally prepared, they really watched hundreds of millions of dollars disappear in front of them, Song Ya still felt heartbroken. He slowly sat down with his chest, and now he had to wait.

"No! The price can no longer be lost!" A few minutes later, O'Grady wiped her sweat with her handkerchief and came in anxiously.

"You can deal with it at the right time." Song Ya winked at Song Zecheng and asked his personal lawyer to follow O'Grady and return to the trading room with everyone.

"Oh..." Sloan focused on the four listed companies in Litman Media, all of which were falling sharply, especially music and stations, with the K-line almost 90 degrees.

It has only been less than half an hour since the opening. Based on the current market value of the four companies, the option value in Sloan's hands is no longer as valuable as her money for buying that plane and other advanced consumer loans. Fortunately, this is not necessary to calculate it for the time being.

She was so anxious that she began to wander around like Halle, "Abelson and his wife kept urging us, and they were almost crazy!" The founder of the blog website, Babelson and his wife, still acted like they would not give up until they blew her phone.

"Didn't we agree to take over their stocks after the close of today?"

When people are in a big event, they are calm. There is a beautiful woman like a headless fly by their side, and Song Ya feels relieved a lot. She smiles and takes the opportunity to suddenly reach out, grab her in her arms, and puts it on her thighs.

"It's just a verbal agreement. The couple can't find us now. Today's market... they can do anything." Sloan only struggled for two times this time.

"Should they please." Song Ya sipped her cheek.

"you……"

He suddenly regretted his repentance and said he would not save the blog website. Sloan turned his face in surprise and looked at him with disbelief and anger in his eyes, "Then I jump off the building!" She was already desperate, "I can't stand being ridiculed by the media at that time, saying that the CEO of Litman Media was unable to repay the loan, and the private plane was seized by the creditor..."

"Business is business, my dear... Who told Abelson and his wife not to sell yesterday? There is nothing to blame for the verbal promises of the major shareholder, right?"

Song Ya also became a little lonely and sighed, "I didn't want to be such a cold capitalist, but the disaster was coming... No one's money was not blown by the strong wind. Even if I took over their stocks through charity, I couldn't save the OpenDiary website today. What ability do those who have drowned still have to save others?"

"They will hate me, hate you."

"They are the founders, and at present, only some stocks are lifted. They have no choice but to stay in OpenDiary. We have time to slowly repair the relationship with them in the future."

"OK, I understand..." Sloan's unusual woman quickly calmed down, knowing in his heart that this was the best solution, although the method was ruthless.

"You seem to have improved compared to yesterday." She stroking the man's stubble to praise.

"I haven't slept all night..."

‘waytoobeautifulgirl…’

Her cell phone rang again, and the call was still from Abelson and his wife. This time she didn't answer again, and gently placed it on the table, allowing the man on the phone to continue singing.

"AP Lu S! Uh... Sorry!"

When O'Grady rushed into the door, he saw the scene of the two hugging each other. He immediately retreated the same way and closed the door.

"Come in, this is your office." Song Ya quickly called him in. Sloan had already pulled his hair to the window, "Good news?"

He knew that O'Grady had just looked excited and had a rare good news.

"Yes!"

Now is not the time to gossip, O'Grady came back as if she had seen nothing, "Your AOL stock has all run away." He pressed the keyboard to display it a few times.

“Looks pretty good?”

Song Ya looked carefully and found that AOL, which had performed well before, fell very quickly this morning. All of his money was cleared when AOL's stock price fell by about 5% after the opening. On average, it was about 4% less than 4%. Based on the price at the time of purchase, he still made some profits.

"I don't know, but today's situation... I can only get this result." O'Grady said.

“Look at the news!”

Sloan noticed a message on Bloomberg.

'Investment means risks. Financial institutions should be prepared to avoid risks and don't count too much on the rescue of the Mid-Feder...'

The old face of the Mid-Federal Chairman Greenspan appeared again. In the eyes of the few people in the room, he was simply a devil. It seemed that he was a little bit from the American Enterprise Research Institute. He seemed to think that he was not satisfied with the Senate hearing yesterday, and he actually delivered a public speech again, 'The flood will only happen once a hundred years, and financial institutions should only rely on the central bank to provide rescue in very rare circumstances...'

‘Investment is entirely a risk assessment, and the adjustment of investment behavior is usually due to changes in the concept of risk. The Asian financial crisis in 1998 is a good example. At that time, global investors left the stock market and turned to other markets to avoid risks.’

‘In the face of uncertainty in risks, whether in the financial market or other aspects of life, the general way of self-protection is to avoid it…’

"SHXT! This old man is totally unsuccessful now!"

Sloan took off his high heels and smashed him fiercely at the TV.
Chapter completed!