Novel-X #896 - Run! Run!
#896 - Run! Run!
In the camera, Odebiao's lower body was stretched straight, his upper body was slightly leaning forward, his head was lowered, his hands were placed at his sides, in a pose of silent mourning.
At this moment, the first black president in American history has lost the vigor and enthusiasm he had during his inaugural address, and is now in a state of disgrace.
The original color of the suit he was wearing could no longer be seen, and it was covered in mud.
The black man's unique curly hair had traces of being burned and was still wet.
There were small wounds on his face, with Band-Aids on them.
And he just stood quietly in front of the camera, motionless.
This state lasted for more than ten minutes. Just when Lin Yu was wondering if his network was completely stuck, Odebiao moved.
He stood up straight, raised his right hand abruptly, saluted the camera, then, keeping his right hand in this position, slowly rotated his body and saluted the cemetery.
After saluting, he immediately knelt down on the ground, looked up at the sky, clenched his fists tightly, and let out one wailing after another.
The wailing sound lasted for several minutes, and the sound changed from loud and painful at the beginning to hoarse at the end.
Amid his grief wails, people gradually appeared beside him.
Compared with Odebiao, these people are in much worse condition.
Most of them were wearing bandages, some were sitting in wheelchairs, and some were lying directly on stretchers and being pushed by others.
When all these people appeared in the camera, Odebiao turned around, stared at the camera turned towards him, and shouted:
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are!"
"But I'll let you know that you've offended someone!"
"As the President of America, I, Odebiao, hereby officially declare that everyone in America will fight to the death with the perpetrators of this terrorist attack."
"I don't care which organization you belong to!"
"You are all dead!"
Under the scouring of rain, it is no longer possible to tell which are ashes and which are soil.
Around these cemeteries, forensic doctors in white coats squatted at the edge of the cemetery, carefully holding tweezers in their hands, carefully picking up pieces of bones from the mud and water, and then carefully placing them into the urn next to them.
Odebiao walked over and squatted beside the forensic doctors. With his big hands, he also carefully picked up the bones from the ground and put them into the urn.
Behind him, dozens of reporters and professional photographers aimed their cameras and took pictures frantically.
Seeing this, Lin Yu exited the video broadcast and started looking for relevant information on Twitter.
Soon, he saw the photos taken in the video broadcast just now.
The editor is a master.
The photographer is an expert.
The photo shows an upward perspective, making Odebiao, who is picking up bones, look extremely great.
Seeing this, Lin Yu couldn't help but shook his head.
What a pity.
Shaking his head, he exited the search and began searching for information on Nasdaq, S\u0026P 500, and Dow Jones Index on related web pages.
When something like this happens in America, the relevant financial industry will definitely respond.
I made a lot of money in Japan last time, and this time, I have to look for an opportunity to see if I can make some money from it.
After searching for a while, he suddenly saw the time in the lower right corner of the computer.
Saturday, December 24, 2005.
Damn!
The market is closed today.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Which bastard decided that the stock market is closed on Saturdays and Sundays?
Only stocks that are useless to the world will be closed. For truly useful stocks, the trading should start on January 1st and continue until December 31st.
365 days a year, never a holiday, never a vacation, this is a qualified stock!
Seeing that there was no more fun to be had in the financial world, Lin Yu looked at the time and found that it was already very late, so he simply turned off the computer, walked to the sofa next to him, and fell asleep on it.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, his cell phone rang.
The ringtone, mixed with the vibration of the cell phone, kept echoing in the room, making people feel annoyed.
Lin Yu hurriedly got up from the sofa again, grabbed three mobile phones and checked them one by one.
Then, I found out it was the mobile phone that was specifically used for communication.
On the phone, Rawat’s name flashed.
The moment he saw the name clearly, the sleepiness on Lin Yu's face disappeared in an instant without a trace.
Rawat is the spokesperson for the Saudi Development Fund, and his main responsibility area is North America. This guy is calling me now, so there must be some feedback from the financial market in North America.
Have fun!
After adjusting his tone, Lin Yu answered the call casually:
"Mr. Rawat, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you have time to call me at this time?"
"Urgent!" Lavat on the other end of the phone had no intention of reminiscing with Lin Yu. He spoke a few words, and then explained even more quickly:
"Mr. Lin, contact your friends. America's real estate market is going to explode. Run!"
"It will definitely explode in a month at the earliest, or two to three months at the latest. Let them run quickly. If they run slowly, they will be dead."
The anxious words caught Lin Yu off guard.
He held the phone blankly and began to think hard about the information he had obtained from his previous life about the America subprime mortgage crisis.
But no matter what he thought, the memory in his mind told him clearly that the exact time when the subprime mortgage crisis broke out was September 2008.
Apart from that, there are some signs.
But even the precursor to the subprime mortgage crisis had to wait until February 2007, when New Century Financial Corporation, the second largest subprime mortgage company in America, went bankrupt.
The bankruptcy of this company officially marked the beginning of the subprime mortgage crisis.
But it’s only 2005!
It’s not 2006 yet.
The relevant accumulation has not yet reached its peak, so why is it about to explode?
Blinking, Lin Yu took a deep breath, slowed down his heartbeat, lowered his voice, and asked into the phone:
"Ravat, I hope you're not kidding, this doesn't go according to plan at all."
The next second, Rawat's screaming voice came: "Mr. Lin, I'm not kidding."
"Rheinsteel is Saudi Arabia's highest-level partner. We are inseparable."
"I don't have to lie to you about this."
"If we follow our original plan, the real estate crisis should start to show signs around October next year, and then officially explode in 2007."
“That’s our plan.”
"But plans can't keep up with changes."
"Some time ago, an unknown fund suddenly joined the market. This fund was very aggressive, very unreasonable, and the amount was very large, and it could even tie with us."
"A few days ago, I informed our King of this matter. His Majesty advised me to be careful and see if I could collide with this capital."
"I've been trying my best to deal with it these days."
"But, it failed! I failed to deal with the reconciliation of this fund."
"So, I tried to release some things that were supposed to be released later, but this fund swallowed up everything we released without hesitation."
“That’s when I discovered something strange.”
"American lawmakers, and banks, have been very tolerant of this trend."
"Even the IRS is lenient."
"After noticing these irregularities, I began to investigate the source of this capital."
"I didn't find out where the funds came from, but I did find out what they were used for. Their goal is the same as ours. They also want to trigger a financial crisis by detonating the real estate market."
“And they do it more radically than we do!”
"So, I contacted His Majesty the King, and His Majesty the King asked me to contact you directly and tell you to tell your friend to run away as soon as possible."
"I'm uploading the relevant information. It will be sent to your email in about half an hour. Please check it."
Beep, beep—
The phone was busy and Lin Yu's hand, which was holding the phone, could not help but tremble.
this……
The financial crisis was compounded by the assassination of the President of America.
Aren’t those officials in America crazy?
This time, there’s no fun to watch!
It turned into a disaster!
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his personal mobile phone, found He Qingyang's software account, and his fingers moved quickly as he edited a concise but very long text message.
[I just received news from Rawat that the American real estate market may explode, and it may trigger the subprime mortgage crisis, and the subprime mortgage crisis may trigger a financial crisis.
The financial crisis plus the assassination of the American president will cause big problems. 】
After sending the message, Lin Yu sent another message to Qian Duoduo, asking him to quickly contact the investment companies controlled by Rhine Steel and run away.
Don't hesitate at all.
Just run.
After sending the message, Lin Yu slowly calmed down, and then he thought of another person.
America's future all-knowing and all-powerful president - Franklin Trump.
Lin Yu turned the phone around, an evil smile appeared on his face, and then he dialed Franklin's number.
The phone rang a few times and then Franklin answered it.
Compared to the last time we met, the voice on the phone was more cheerful and confident:
"My dear friend, you didn't call me for so long that I thought you had forgotten about me."
"Are you free to talk?" Lin Yu asked in a deep voice.
The voice was very serious. After the person on the other end of the phone listened, he just said "wait a moment", and then the sound of footsteps was heard.
About two minutes later, the phone rang again:
"My dear friend, you may now continue."
On the other end of the phone, Lin Yu was ready to speak. He took a deep breath and spoke in a deeper, more serious voice: "Franklin, I hope you will remember every word I am going to say next."
"Get rid of your real estate right now."
"Right now!"
"I have received intelligence that an unknown fund wants to detonate the real estate market. According to the analysis of my investment staff, if the real estate market is detonated, it is very likely to trigger a financial crisis."
"So, run quickly."
"I still have to contact other people, so I'll hang up first."
Without waiting for the person on the other end to respond, Lin Yu hung up the phone and called his other mobile phone number.
Keep both phones connected.
Then he turned off all the sounds and vibrations, lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
Mar-a-Lago, Florida.
It is afternoon now, and the Florida sunshine is very bright, shining warmly on people.
But even such warm sunshine, when it fell on Franklin, made him feel cold.
He was chewing on Lin Yu's words, trying to figure out how much truth and how much falsehood there were in them.
But soon, he remembered what Lin Yu had said to him at that time.
Do you want to redress the injustice done to your friend? Do you want to become the President of America?
The plan has not yet succeeded, and Lin Yu will not lie to himself.
So, you have to run.
He did not dare to delay, so he turned around, picked up the phone and started contacting the people below, preparing to run away.
At the same time, he also sent messages to several familiar friends, asking them to run away quickly.
The bigwigs of the capital market know the feedback from the capital market best.
As the largest capital tycoon in North America, Albert has countless capable subordinates all over America, and these subordinates also help him build a big network.
So within a few hours, Albert knew that Franklin had run away with his friends.
He asked someone to find Franklin's information and looked at it for a long time. Albert smiled indifferently:
"This guy has a very good business sense and is very decisive. He decisively started selling off his real estate based on just a few words and the flow of funds."
"Very good, a strong opponent, please follow up more."
After assigning the work to the secretary and sending the secretary away, Albert leaned back in his chair in a very unpresentable manner, playing with his phone, and then made another call:
"How's the preparation I asked you to do?"
"The president? The president is fine, but the people around him are different. They are dead."
"Now that we are ready, let's start now!"
"Our president is safe and sound. We should light a bonfire for him and help him celebrate his birthday. That's what we should do. Let's do it quickly..."
…………
Los Angeles.
Several black men, covered in tattoos and with nose rings, looking like old cows, were strolling around the streets of Los Angeles.
As they strolled around, they lit up the cigarettes in their hands and then carelessly threw them into the pile of Gansu Ye on the roadside.
The person left, but the cigarette butt thrown on the grass was still there.
After the winter, influenced by the Mediterranean climate, there was hardly any rain in Los Angeles and the whole city was very dry.
Shortly after the two black men left, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose from where the cigarette butt disappeared.
Then the smoke grew thicker and thicker.