On Monday, Mr. Klein got up at six o'clock. This was the first time he got up so early in the past ten years. He packed up everything and sat at the table, staring at the clear sky outside the window dementialy.

In the last week at the end of May, the sky was already bright at six o'clock.

His wife also got up and made breakfast for him, and the two of them sat at the table that cost more than one thousand yuan, looking at the rich breakfast, without any appetite.

Not a single bit.

Good ham and bacon combined with two omelettes, some tomatoes and vegetables, this is their favorite breakfast.

Delicate, nutritious, and delicious.

But at this moment, they didn't even have the idea of ​​touching it.

"Will it be... bad?" Mrs. Klein asked while helping her husband stroke his collar.

Mr. Klein was silent, he didn't even have the desire to answer his wife's questions, he was like an empty shell without his soul.

On Sunday, it was reported on TV that the current price of silver in some ports had fallen to 13 yuan, and he did not dare to have any expectations for now.

I just hope that it won't fall too much.

After a while, he reluctantly raised his head, forced a smile, "Don't worry, there will be no problem..."

Mrs. Klein silently returned to the cloakroom. She began to tidy up the various clothing and hats accessories that hadn't been bought for a long time or for a period of time. She looked at the jewelry on the red velvet cushion and couldn't hide the reluctance in her eyes.

She intends to sell all of these to deal with the financial crisis that may arise next.

And Mr. Klein is praying constantly, praying that God can hear his prayers, so that he can at least withdraw safely.

At 8:45, Mr. Klein drove the luxury car he had just bought to the exchange, and he went directly to the second floor, where people gathered.

There are usually no people here. People who are eligible to go to the small hall on the second floor to check prices often don't come here in person. Most of them entrust a broker to help them handle their accounts.

But today, no matter if you have seen it or haven't seen it, heard of it or haven't heard of it, it's all here.

They gathered here, waiting...

At 9:25, the kanban began to scroll quickly. Due to technical reasons, the price of scrolling will be broadcast at the highest and lowest matching prices.

When the first one was counted, Mr. Klein's hands shook. It was nine yuan and ninety-nine points, which was almost directly cut in half compared to two days ago!

But he still had a glimmer of hope, because the price reported in the front was the lowest matching price, and he looked back, and then the whole person seemed to collapse and collapsed on the chair.

Ten fifty cents, this is lower than the price when he enters the field, and much lower!

Three days ago, he still used millions of fortunes, but now... he is facing serious losses.

Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly got up and walked towards the trading desk. He needed to quickly liquidate his position and sell everything in his hand.

Although this will cost him heavy losses, at least he can leave some money, but when he arrives at the trading desk, he realizes that there is already a long line.

The same goes for other trading desks. Traders are even more busy and can't stop. They are constantly making price matching.

The sweat beaded all dripped down Mr. Klein's temples, and he took out a handkerchief of nineteen eighty-nine cents and wiped it continuously.

But his pores are like a faucet that has been turned on, and just after the sweat beads have been wiped off, another layer has appeared.

At half past nine, the transaction began. He tilted his head and glanced at the bulletin board, and he never dared to look again. The current transaction price was ninety-four cents...

He lined up in silence, trembling violently, many people around him were indistinguishable from him, and everyone's face was full of despair!

After he arrived at the trading desk and submitted his trading order, the trader picked up the phone and assigned the task, but soon the sweet-looking girl showed a guilty smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Klein, your account has been forcibly liquidated."

Mr. Klein was a little lost. He quickly argued, "How can I force the position to be closed? When I watched it just now, I still had nine yuan and ninety-four points...", he turned his head and looked at the bulletin board, and he was stunned. .

At this time, on the first line of the bulletin board, the price of silver is only eight and forty-six cents left...

It is plummeting at a price unimaginable!

This price... indeed closed the position.

He took back the transaction slip on the counter, and his soul seemed to have slipped away from his body at this moment, and he numbly walked to the edge of the second floor platform.

With trembling hands, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened the separate package, and tremblingly lit it to himself.

Taking a deep breath, the cigarette smoke seemed to be filled with a kind of courage that could make him face the end. His inhalation made his rickety body straighten up.

Nicotine calmed his brain a little, and reason followed closely. He looked back at the people behind him, then tore up the transaction slip in his hand and entered the elevator.

There were already some people in the elevator, all of whom were similar to him, with numb expressions and blank eyes.

They looked at Mr. Klein, and Mr. Klein also took a look at them, and then stood with them.

He glanced at the panel that controls the landing floor of the elevator, and did not reach out to change anything.

The elevator then began to accelerate slowly, all the way up, to the top floor.

A few people walked out of the elevator numbly. As they reached the top of the building, Mr. Klein suddenly smiled and asked, "How much have you lost?"

Some people answered tens of thousands, some answered hundreds of thousands, and some answered hundreds of thousands.

There is no way for the elevator to go directly to the rooftop of the top floor, and it needs to go up one floor.

As they went upstairs, Mr. Klein and the others persuaded the man who had only lost tens of thousands of yuan, "You don't have to come up, tens of thousands of yuan, you can earn it soon."

The man looked thirty-four-five years old, with a sad face, "I borrowed all the money."

One sentence silenced everyone.

His own money and the borrowed money are completely in two situations, and this gentleman looks... dressed a little shabby, he must not be able to pay the money.

Everyone has reached this point, there is no way to make a decision.

The long stairs became the last journey in their lives, and the steps were both brisk and heavy.

Mr. Klein has lost all his wealth for more than 20 years, not counting. He bought a new house and a new car ahead of time. He still owes more than 200,000 yuan to the bank.

There are various other billing expenses, which he cannot support.

A few days before next month, new bills are coming soon, and if he fails to pay, he will soon be driven out of his house.

He will live on the streets with his wife, and the company he works for will soon get the news, and he is likely to be fired later.

It is very dangerous for a company to hire an employee who owes a lot of debts to take charge of the company's middle management.

No one knows whether he will harm the company's interests for the debts he owes.

Without work, without everything, what is the meaning of life?

This is the reason for his heavy steps, but as long as he leaves here and jumps down, everything becomes easy again.

No matter what he will face in the future, it has nothing to do with him, and there is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Free?

perhaps!

Only... when the light gradually occupied all his sight, he realized that the door to the rooftop was locked.

Three finger-thick iron chains tightly locked this iron gate. Since the last financial tsunami, hundreds of people chose to end their lives by jumping from a building, and the place has been locked.

The few people looked at each other speechlessly, all kinds of smiles appeared on their faces.

Someone seemed to really look away, with a vivid smile.

Some people seem to feel that they have been fooled by fate, and their smiles are full of anger.

There are tears hidden in someone's smile, maybe he feels that it is so difficult for him to even want to die.

There was some inexplicable relief in Mr. Klein's smile, and he suddenly didn't want to die.

Maybe... I can still see new hope while I'm alive. Didn't he come here when there was nothing?

He can succeed once, maybe a second time!

When the group returned, they met other people. They greeted them and explained the situation.

Some people continued to walk towards the rooftop, seeming not to believe what the group said, and some returned with them all.

This day is destined to be the end of a handful of people, but it is not the end of most people.

It is not like the financial tsunami a few years ago, everything was destroyed!

Only silver is destroyed this time!

The...destroy it brings, in fact, has little to do with ordinary people. Not everyone is involved in the silver fever, and not everyone is really stupid.

The reason is simple, stone is always stone, and gold is always gold.

Sometimes some citizens with no culture understand the truth and truth of this world better than those powerful people!

They know ~lightnovelpub.net~ stones will not turn into gold, never will!

At 9:50 a.m. on Monday, the Federal Financial Regulatory Commission suspended trading in silver, and at the same time announced that it would seriously investigate all the details of the "silver case."

The appearance of this announcement also accelerated the continued plummet of silver's spot trading prices in the international port. Everyone was making large-scale shipments, but the order was almost invisible!

In fact, most of the truly affected groups are various funds, financial institutions, mine owners, financial speculators, international speculators, etc.

Ordinary people...not too many!

When ordinary people learn that the silver has risen, the silver is already eleven, twenty or three dollars.

Just as Mr. Klein knew about this, they discovered it too late for the entire "market", which also caused many ordinary investors to not dare to enter the market easily.

Buppen jumped off the building today, but not many. This may not be much good news!

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