July 7th.

It's a sensitive time point.

That night, after dinner, Yang Jun went back to the study and had a phone call with Huang Yani.

Huang Yani told Yang Jun that in the past few days, almost all of his funds had been invested in the international stock market, and he had bought several Japanese stocks according to Yang Jun's instructions.

However, this afternoon, it seemed that the stock market was saturated, funds were rebounding, and there was still more than 20 million U.S. dollars left to buy stocks, so the stock market was closed.

When Yang Jun heard this, he was secretly happy.

This phenomenon is almost consistent with the phenomenon of the stock market crash in the previous life. It was saturated first and then began to slowly collapse. Tomorrow in history, the stock market will hit the bottom five times in a row. Which stocks will hit the bottom in a short period of time?

The market value of was pulled to the highest level, and then...

On July 9, at 9 a.m., as soon as the stock market opened, stocks were pushed up to a new historical point. At around 10 a.m., the stock market began to completely collapse.

Therefore, what Yang Jun has to do is to sell out all the stocks he holds on July 8th, otherwise he will be completely trapped by July 9th and will be unable to escape even if he wants to.

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Yang Jun told Huang Yani that when the market opens tomorrow, everyone should concentrate on selling all the stocks in their hands. No matter how high the price is, sell them all and leave no share.

The next day, Yang Jun went to the Siheyuan office.

There are two reasons why I chose this office location today. One is to facilitate the handling of official business, and the other is to give myself a closed space.

Today is July 9th, a happy day when the Japanese stock market collapsed.

On this day, 85% of the total national economy of the Japanese country evaporated out of thin air. Many people lost their fortunes, their families were ruined, and those who should have committed suicide committed suicide and those who should have jumped off the building. For a moment, it was like falling into hell.

Every hour, Huang Yanni called to report.

"Lao Yang, you are so amazing. How did you know that the stock market was selling so well today? Do you know that not only have we recovered our capital, but we have also made billions."

Just two hours after the market opened, Huang Yani reported five times, each time reporting how much money she made.

"Lao Yang, I love you to death."

If the two of them were together, Huang Yani would definitely hug him and chew him.

Yang Jun tried hard to restrain the excitement in his heart and said calmly: "Be steady, you must be steady. Tell them that they must sell all the stocks in their hands before the market closes today, and they are not allowed to keep any."

"Don't worry, as much as you throw out now, the outside world will eat it, and the price is still rising." Huang Yani couldn't hide her excitement.

"Okay, okay, come on, keep throwing."

After hearing that he had made billions, Yang Jun hung up the phone and jumped up and down in the room alone.

For the first time, he experienced the pleasure of making a lot of money, and that feeling was even happier than marrying a wife.

Although he has dozens and hundreds of times more money in his dimension, he is not as happy as earning it with his own hands, and the money is still earned from his enemies.

"Clear dream, clear dream."

Yang Jun shouted outside excitedly.

"I'm coming."

Nalan Qingmeng ran in in a panic.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Yang Jun screamed anxiously, she thought something had happened.

"Tell Sister Miao that there will be no cooking at noon today. Let her go to Quanjude to buy roast duck. Just buy fifty. I will treat everyone to roast duck today."

"ah?"

Nalan Qingmeng was stunned for a moment.

"Lao Yang, do you really want to buy so much?"

Roast duck costs four yuan a piece, so fifty would cost two hundred yuan, enough for half a month's salary for Yang Jun.

There is no need for meal tickets in state-owned restaurants, and the food there is rationed.

"Of course, you think I'm firing off cannons?"

Yang Jun opened the drawer, took out two hundred yuan and handed it to her.

"Okay, let me tell Sister Miao."

"By the way, why are you so happy to treat me to dinner?"

"I made money."

Yang Jun didn't hide it from her, so he told her the news that Huang Yani was sweeping the stock market.

When Nalan Qingmeng heard it, he was immediately intrigued.

"I'm really useless. I can't help you. I've been with you for so long and I can't even conceive a child."

When Yang Jun heard this, his nose felt sour.

"Okay, okay, you are still young and you will definitely have children in the future. We don't want to worry about this for a while."

"Okay, you have to promise me to keep me here one more day every month."

"I promise you."

Yang Jun was really driven crazy.

Today, either one wanted him to pay for the public food, or the other wanted a child from him. He wanted to make a few copies of his male body in the space.

From morning to noon, the good news kept coming.

Huang Yani reported every half an hour. Each time she did not say how many stocks she sold, but how much money she made.

Based on a fifty-fold leverage calculation, Yang Jun did a rough calculation and found that in the past half day, he had made a total of no less than 20 billion U.S. dollars.

However, if this continued, he might not be able to sell all the stocks before the market closed. He couldn't help but become anxious and kept urging Huang Yani to sell the remaining stocks in her hands.

During lunch break, Yang Jun went to the front yard to eat.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that each of the guys was holding a roast duck and gnawing on it.

Those side dishes, sweet noodle sauce, noodles and so on are stuffed directly into the stomach. In their words, it is the same as mixing them in the stomach. In the end, they all reach the same destination by different routes, and they are all exported.

"Thank you, great leader."

Seeing Yang Jun coming, they said hello and went to eat roast duck.

"Boss, please sit over here."

Tan Qin rolled up his sleeves and was helping Miao Juan slice the duck.

The roast duck is big and fat, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the shiny skin makes people salivate.

Nalan Qingmeng sat next to Yang Jun and rolled a piece of bread for him. There were very few side dishes, but there were many slices of duck meat.

"Eat more and replenish your body."

When Yang Jun heard this, his face turned red and he glanced at Tan Qin secretly.

"You can eat, I'll do it myself."

Yang Jun did not take the burrito, but made it himself.

Nalan Qingmeng glanced at him to prevent others from suspecting their relationship, so she did not persist.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Today, the guards were very happy and kept saying words of thanks.

There's nothing wrong with following Yang Jun, and you can play tooth festivals from time to time.

I don’t know what kind of brain disease Yang Jun has today, but he insisted on treating them to roast duck, but they were very happy.

A total of fifty roast ducks were bought this time. In addition to the twelve guards, there were also four people, Ma Juzi, Nalan Qingmeng, Tan Qin and Miao Juan, exactly sixteen people. Yang Jun was not counted. Fifty roast ducks.

Each person was given three, and there were two left at the end.

Miao Juan sliced ​​one piece and laid the other one on the plate.

The roast duck is divided, each person eats one, and the remaining two are taken home for his wife, children, and parents to try.

But Sun Zhaocai, a foodie, couldn't control his mouth, and he had a big appetite. In a short time, he finished the three roast ducks.

At this moment, his mouth was sucking his oily fingers and his eyes were staring at the roast duck in someone else's hand.

"Uncle Luo..."

Luo Xiaojun turned around.

"Uncle Ma..."

Ma Juzi walked aside silently.

"Brother Qian..."

"Brother Kuang..."

This guy's stomach is like a bottomless pit. Roast duck is so expensive that no one is willing to give him their share.

Besides, everyone is very particular. If they are a bit shameless, no one will be embarrassed to ask for others after eating.

Only Sun Zhaocai could be so shameless.

Yang Jun saw this and waved to him.

"Uncle Yang, you called me?"

Sun Zhaocai ran over in a hurry, staring at the sliced ​​roast duck on the plate.

The Adam's apple was rising and falling, and the sound of swallowing could be vaguely heard.
To be continued...