Acai's Sky

Chapter 641 The Stock Market Is Playing Tricks on You...

Before he finished speaking, the TV screen cut to the Marunouchi financial district with countless skyscrapers.

Here, every tall building symbolized the pinnacle of wealth and power. Yet, at this moment, within the trading halls of the major securities firms nestled within these towers, the atmosphere was unusually solemn and oppressive.

On those huge electronic screens, the numbers that should have been scrolling steadily and orderly suddenly lost control like wild horses and dived down madly.

The series of red numbers that kept flashing and changing were like shocking bloodstains, mercilessly stinging people's eyes.

The traders who were always busy and hurried in the past, at this moment, all seemed to be under a spell, standing there blankly, staring at the screen in front of them with bated breath.

Their eyes were wide open, their faces filled with disbelief. Their faces, which had originally looked a little tired from their busy work, were now completely filled with shock and anxiety.

The camera zoomed in and focused on a young analyst working for a prestigious securities firm in Tokyo.

The young man was sitting in front of the computer, holding the mouse tightly with both hands, his body leaning forward, and even a layer of fine beads of sweat had seeped out of his forehead.

His eyes, which had been clear and bright, were now bloodshot due to excessive concentration and tension, and his eyes revealed deep confusion and anxiety.

He knew very well what all that was happening at the moment meant - the Tokyo Stock Exchange in Japan was facing an unprecedented crisis of collapse!

This terrible thought hit his heart like a heavy hammer, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At the same time, the rapid and loud voice of the CCTV reporter kept echoing throughout the trading hall. She reported the latest market developments to the audience at a very fast speed.

The urgent voice was like a whistling gale, foreshadowing that a financial storm of unprecedented scale was about to sweep across the country.

In this suffocating atmosphere, analysts' heartbeats involuntarily accelerated along with the violent fluctuations in the stock market.

They tried desperately to find even the slightest clue that could turn the situation around from the massive amount of disorganized data, but the results were often contrary to their expectations.

The harder they tried to explore, the more they felt like they were trapped in a vast fog and could not find any way out.

The spacious and bright trading hall was crowded with people, but at this moment there was a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

People had different expressions. Some were pale with sweat on their foreheads. They were frantically fiddling with their phones and saying something anxiously to the person on the other end of the line.

Some of them frowned and whispered in low voices with the people around them, as if they were discussing how to deal with the situation.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the numbers that kept jumping on the big screen. The red downward arrows were like sharp swords piercing their hearts, making their hearts hang in their throats.

The analysts standing in the crowd looked around silently, their eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and powerlessness.

Although they have rich professional knowledge and keen market insights, facing such a huge stock market crash, he feels like a tiny ant, unable to shake this collapsing mountain.

They knew very well that this sudden collapse would be like a terrible tsunami, bringing unprecedented impact to the entire economic system.

As a result, countless companies may go bankrupt, a large number of workers may face unemployment, and social stability will be severely tested.

However, as an analyst, although he was able to predict the coming of the crisis, he was unable to prevent it from breaking out.

As time passed, the stock market continued to fall like a runaway horse, and the already tense atmosphere in the trading hall was instantly ignited to a boiling point.

People's emotions began to get out of control. Some couldn't help but curse loudly, while others stared blankly at the screen with despair written all over their faces.

The analysts' mood became increasingly heavy. They felt as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking deeper and deeper, with no sign of light.

They don't know when this financial crisis will end, and they don't know whether their careers or even their entire lives will be completely changed because of this disaster.

...

Taibai Village Canteen

Ah Cai's eyes were sparkling with excitement, and she kept saying in amazement, "Oh my god, who is so amazing? This is such a great event to start the new year!"

She looked so excited as if she had witnessed some earth-shattering feat.

On the other side, Uncle Dajiang appeared particularly heroic. He first used his left fist to strike his right palm with force, producing a crisp sound.

Then he exclaimed loudly: "Who is it? It's such a beautiful job!" His voice was as loud as a bell, full of joy and admiration.

At this moment, Village Chief Rong raised his glass with a smile and said softly, "Come, come, let's quietly toast those heroes and thank them for fulfilling our long-cherished wish!"

As he finished speaking, everyone responded, and for a while the sound of glasses clinking together could be heard continuously.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the wine glasses collided with each other, splashing some crystal clear wine.

Then there was a uniform "Cheers" sound, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

At some point, someone started singing the passionate anti-Japanese song "Cut the Japs' Heads with the Big Knife". The familiar melody instantly ignited the emotions of everyone present.

Ah Cai also joined in the fun. Although she had no idea who had done this amazing thing, she was still infected by the cheerful atmosphere and her face was filled with a bright smile.

Even the little Youzi beside him was amused and laughed out loud, clapping the table with his little hands from time to time.

At the same time, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Qiu looked at each other, quickly took out their mobile phones from their pockets, and started to get busy.

I guess they also want to know everything as soon as possible. For Hua Xia, it is a happy start to the new year, but for Xiaodi, it is a shock.

Looking at Hua Lao again, he was holding the wine glass leisurely, savoring the fine wine one sip after another.

At this moment, his originally serious face was flushed due to the effect of alcohol, his eyebrows were slightly narrowed, revealing a barely perceptible smug look.

He snorted softly and muttered to himself, "Hmph, I've kept all those little Japanese account books safe. We'll have plenty of time to settle this account slowly!"

At this moment, the clever Tong Jiashi rushed out like a gust of wind, and soon he heard the crackling sound of firecrackers coming from outside.

It turned out that he had set off more than ten strings of firecrackers with a combined blast of ten thousand bangs, hoping to use this method to send bad luck to those damn Japanese.

...

Conference Hall of Wangyoucheng Complex Building

Several core leaders of China were gathered together. Elder Xiao slowly entered the venue, his slightly slow steps conveying a sense of composure.

Seeing that there was an empty seat next to Director Xu, he walked over and asked softly, "Why would someone as old as me be included in this emergency meeting?"

Director Xu responded in a low voice, "I believe you already know something about what happened in Japan?"

Old Xiao nodded slightly, a look of approval on his face. "I also heard about this from TV. Was this done by your dungeon team? You did a really good job!"

Director Xu shook his head slightly, frowning slightly. "Some public figures in China have speculated that it was done by members of our copy team."

"We've already issued a statement. Most of our dungeon teams are doctors. Expecting them to blow up that so-called 'Yasukuni Shrine Toilet' wouldn't that be a waste of time?"

Xiao Lao frowned and asked, "Who did this?"

Director Xu shook his head again, his tone uncertain. "It's still unclear at the moment. It's very likely someone is acting in secret. Do you have any leads?"

Old Xiao grinned, revealing a bit of cunning, "I'll go back and ask Old Madam Ma to tell my fortune."

Upon hearing this, Director Xu's eyes flashed with curiosity. "That consultant from the Foreign Affairs Bureau? Your Taibai Village is truly home to many talented individuals!"

Old Xiao slowly glanced around and saw that the spacious conference room, which was as big as a basketball court, was crowded with people and there was almost no empty seat.

Today's important meeting attracted many senior leaders from all over China to attend, and the atmosphere on the scene was particularly solemn and serious.

"I heard that Xiao Rizi was badly bombed. Do we have to take the blame? And I see that almost all those radical figures are here. Even Ouyang's gang has entered Wangyou City?" Old Xiao frowned, his tone revealing a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction.

Director Xu, who was sitting nearby, nodded slightly and responded, "If we keep excluding them, I'm afraid they'll just do more mischief. It's better to let them into Wangyou City. After all, there's a comprehensive system of supervision here. Even if we give them a dozen spots, what's the big deal? It'll just mean more people under strict supervision."

After hearing this, Xiao Lao continued to stare at Ouyang and his group not far away, his eyes full of disdain, and he muttered, "Humph, these guys usually only know how to use their clever tricks and exploit loopholes for personal gain. I really don't know what other serious abilities they have."

In the lounge next to the large conference room.

Political Commissar Liao looked at Elder Liu with a mixture of laughter and tears. "It's just giving up a dozen places. Don't get angry. The Second Leader has spoken, so we still have to give him face. It's social etiquette..."

Before he could finish, Old Liu slammed his hand on the table and said, "Our warriors were carefully selected to enter Wangyou City. How could they get in? I, an old man, had to spend points to get in."