Originally, Lynch planned to go to the telegraph room to tell his people the news here, but when he thought that the girl was by his side, he decided to send the girl back first.

A young girl is very stable when encountering such things. She may make the wrong behavior and release the wrong signal, so letting her go back to the room is the best choice.

After he finishes sending the telegram, talk to the girl about the ship's problems.

It is rare for Lynch to show such a serious expression. Petunia did not let her temper go wild, and followed Lynch back to the room very obediently.

"I'll be back later, you stay here to take good care of my things, no matter who knocks on the door, as long as I'm not here, don't open the door!" Lynch told him so.

Many people are relatively conservative when facing such a situation. For example, there is danger outside, such as never going out.

This approach cannot be said to be the best choice, which will cause the left-behind people to mess up their pace in a situation that lacks purpose.

There are also people who can be honest, but there are also people who think on a whim that they can do something to change the current situation.

For example, a piece of information is detected, such as preparing some weapons or even seeing if there is a chance to escape.

This approach is stupid, it will not only hurt yourself, but also the people in the same industry, so the best way is to give them a "task."

Lynch’s task for Petunia is to "look up on the luggage", it is not difficult, and has a very clear purpose, suitable for simple and directed tasks.

The girl nodded firmly and slowly released the hand holding Lynch’s arm. Lynch kissed the girl’s forehead and told her softly, "Everything will be fine, trust me..."

He closed the door as he said, and directed Petunia to lock the door from the outside.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette for himself, and came to the telegraph room slowly.

The telegraph room is not large, and there are two female telegraph operators in it. Their job is to send out the messages that the guests on board need to send back to land by means of telegrams.

The difficulty is very low, but the salary is not low.

"Sir, is there anything I can serve you?" The girl sitting on the side smiled sweetly. The smile on her face made people feel that she could agree to anything.

"I need to send a telegram, but I don't need you to send a telegram for me." Lynch took out a few twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the girl, "I will send it myself."

The girl didn't seem to mean to leave, she continued to keep the smile on her face, "Sir, I have my professional ethics, no matter what you need me to send, I will never remember it, let alone mention it with others. "

Such remarks can only be listened to, not taken seriously.

What she said is no different from what those Bupene stock managers and financial brokers said.

"Hurry up and tell me, I won't tell anyone, I swear by my whole family."

Then the whole Bupene knew.

"You can choose to take the money and have a drink next to you, and then I will mention to every moment that your service is satisfactory."

"Or I call your manager and tell him I am very angry."

"The choice is yours, ma'am, how would you choose?"

Lynch's words were straightforward. The smile on the telegrapher girl's face was a bit unstretched, and the smile gradually converged.

After serious thinking, she took the tip from Lynch, thanked her and left.

Lynch sat in the telegraph room, he pulled the chain with a bang, and then tried to telegraph

The telegram is under the management of the Federal Telegraph Bureau. Of course, people with the ability can listen to it and play with it. Most of the time, the content of the telegram is plain text, which is not very interesting.

The content that is interesting is often ciphertext, and most people can't monitor the content.

After a simple adjustment, Lynch began to send the plaintext content. Almost within a short time, the telegraph bureau of the nearest coastal city listened to the telegram and responded.

Seeing that the pendulum needle in front of him began to swing regularly, Lynch knew that the Telegraph Bureau had monitored the content of his telegram, so he began to identify himself and made a request.

The Telegraph Bureau saw that it was the telegram of Lynch, the youngest Mr. Ten billion in the Federation, and suddenly became extra serious, and by the way, he was also a little curious about what kind of message Lynch wanted to convey.

In this era, don't underestimate the power of law to restrain people, but don't overestimate people's moral bottom line.

After the telegrapher of the Telegraph Bureau monitored all the telegrams, he did not hesitate to start reading the telegram.

"Dear Lyme, I find that I need a very large warehouse at any time to hold the terrible despair. You must finish it by tonight, and do it with all your strength."

This is the first telegram. It looks like Mr. Lynch is going to contact this guy named Lyme and let him go...

The telegrapher scratched his head, and honestly he understood every word, but when these words were organized together, he found that he had become illiterate.

What kind of warehouse can be built to lock despair in, and it must be completed before today?

Did he send it wrong?

The telegrapher wanted to interact with the telegrapher on the other side and asked him if he sent the wrong message, but considering that peeking at the content of the telegram of a big man like Mr. Lynch might cause legal problems, he gave up this stupid one. idea.

He turned his gaze to the second content.

"Dear sergeant, I find it particularly interesting here. You'd better come here as soon as possible. You can ask Mr. T for help when necessary."

Compared with the first telegram that people could not understand, the content of the second telegram seemed normal. The telegrapher was relieved. It seemed that it was not the problem of the wrong telegram, but the problem of IQ.

He tore off the note with the contents and handed it to the executor.

The executive picked up the phone with the note and dialed the first number.

At this time, Lime is staring at the trend of those stocks on the bulletin board. Social development has accelerated again, and the Buppen Industrial Index has begun to rise. With some gossip, he has some money in his hand to continue to operate. .

This is thanks to Lynch for forgiving his stupidity, which also made him realize that there is no “technology” in the financial market.

Any line-drawing analysis is used to deceive retail investors and low-level financial investors. For high-level decision makers, they only need to release a piece of good news if they want to promote a stock.

Even if that stock smells so bad that it is about to be delisted, it can instantly become the most eye-catching heavyweight in the financial sector because of this good news.

Similarly, no matter how good a stock's previous gains are, it is like a thermal power research institute that fell before.

Just a little bit of news can make it bankrupt in an instant, and even the bankruptcy proceedings have not been completed until now.

Rely on analysis?

Can you analyze the future policy changes of the federal government through the trend changes of a stock for a few days, a few months or longer, or can you analyze when a fire occurs in its main company?

No, neither, so the only people who can make money here are the predators.

After seeing this clearly, he became more and more in awe of Lynch. Lynch is undoubtedly such a guy. He has enough ability to change the future trend of a stock. If he doesn't hold his thigh tightly, should he guess by himself?

"Mr. Lyme, there is your call."

The voice of the lady operator in the exchange came from afar, and Lyme looked down at the phone in front of him. The blue button on the phone was constantly flashing, which meant that there was an outside line access.

While expressing his gratitude to the operator, he picked up the phone and pressed the blue button.

"Is it Mr. Lyme?"

"Yes, I am Lyme."

"Hello, Mr. Lime, I am... the telephone line of the Municipal Telegraph Bureau. Not long ago, Mr. Lynch wanted us to tell you something. You can take a pen to record it. If you are ready, please feel free to tell me."

Lime immediately picked up the pen on the table, opened the "108 Ways of Tackling the Stock Market" in front of him, and made preparations for the record.

"I'm ready……"

Soon, the other party told him what Lynch was going to say, he quickly recorded it, and repeated it to confirm that it was correct.

After hanging up the phone, he faintly understood what Lynch meant when he read this passage carefully.

Lynch asked him to short positions every moment, but every moment the stock is now very good, will he make a mistake in his analysis?

The annual Spring Festival is a time when stocks have risen significantly at all times. So many rich people have expressed their stance to support them, how can the stocks not rise?

He read this passage several times over and over again, and he believed that his opinion was not wrong, and Lynch's way of expression was not a problem.

Under the premise of already blindly trusting Lynch~lightnovelpub.net~ Lime got up from his seat.

Fully open positions and short positions. This kind of big trade needs the coordination of the exchange. If he is allowed to coordinate one by one for too long, he is afraid of delaying Lynch's plan.

By the way, he also got three times the leverage from Jinhui, because without Lynch's personal request, Lime was probably worth so much in the eyes of Jinhui Bank.

At around eleven o'clock at noon, in the process of slowly rising every moment, there was a sudden large-scale short-selling, which immediately triggered speculation in the financial circles of Buppen.

Isn't it... what will happen?

Everyone is looking forward to it. Of course, some people think this is stupid. Everyone knows that there can be no huge declines at this time. This is not summer or autumn.

In summer and autumn, production may be reduced due to pests and other problems. Now it is spring, and there is no possibility that the market value will fluctuate every moment. Someone must be crazy.

But the question is, is Lynch really crazy?