Collapsed economy

　　Christopher is an ordinary worker, specifically an ordinary worker who lives in New York and has a little money.

　　His "small money" does not come from his meager salary, but from a "steady profit" method of making money - stocks.

　　Yes, the United States is now in rapid development, whether you understand financial knowledge or not, you don't even need to understand what the stock market is and what stocks are, but whenever you invest some money in the stock market, it can bring you high returns in an instant.

　　So Christopher, like many Americans, cautiously invested a little at the beginning, and after receiving a high return, he began to invest more and more, until he invested all his net worth in it, and in this way, he had a little "small money".

　　What, you ask all the money invested, how do you live and how to eat?

　　Isn't it simple? Isn't there a bank, loans.

　　It's Thursday, and as usual, Christopher, who has a little "little money", eats a hot dog bought with the money he borrowed and drives his car to the New York Stock Exchange with an installment payment.

　　Although he didn't understand what those flowery lines on the stock exchange represented, it still didn't stop him from going every day to see how much money he kept getting up – it felt great, didn't it?

　　Today, too, Christopher arrived in front of the stock exchange lobby, parked his car, swallowed his last bite of the hot dog, and walked into the exchange lobby.

　　After greeting a few familiar people, Christopher sat down in the seat he used to sit in.

　　Gradually, there were more and more people in the halls of the stock exchange, talking loudly about where to sell money last night and guessing how much money they would make today.

　　They come from all walks of life, from different races, but they all have one thing in common at the moment - without exception they all have expectant and greedy smiles on their faces.

　　With the hands ticking on the watch pointing to 9:30, the long-awaited opening time has finally arrived.

　　Unfortunately, the opening time is as punctual as ever. But those flowery green lines did not go up as usual, but abnormally all fell sharply.

　　For a time, the originally lively securities trading floor actually became a sound of needles.

　　Christopher didn't know why everyone had quieted down, but a bad feeling appeared in his heart.

　　"Hey, what's going on? Why is everyone not talking? Christopher asked strangely to a person next to him.

　　"God..." the man didn't answer him, just looked at the line that was still going down like a dead face.

　　The silence was soon broken - a man sat down on the ground, holding his head and crying bitterly.

　　Others seemed to react at this time, expressing their fear and disbelief in various ways.

　　They either cried loudly, or said nothing with their faces like dishes, or scolded loudly, or smashed the people around them.

　　Christopher was taken aback by the horrific sight and thought he had strayed into an insane asylum instead of a stock exchange.

　　But he quickly understood why—he saw on his statements that his money had gone from six figures to five figures.

　　"What's going on with this TM? What's going on with this TM?! Christopher was also crazy, pulling a stock exchange worker and yelling.

　　"How do I know?! I don't know?! I've lost all my money! The staff member also roared.

　　"What should I do?" Christopher collapsed to the ground.

　　"What to do? Throw it! While you haven't fallen to the end, hurry up! A man beside him said kindly to him, and then squeezed towards the crowded trading desk.

　　Seeing this, Christopher also planned to squeeze in.

　　"No, no, no! Can't be thrown! Another grabbed Christopher, who was squeezing in, and said, "If you throw it, there will be nothing!" Staying in the hand may also rise back. "

　　"Yes, you're right!" Christopher seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, "It's just an accident, it will definitely rise back!" Haha, just let this bunch of fools throw it! "

　　Obviously, not only the two of them thought so, but a large part of the population also thought that it was just an accident, they gradually calmed down, and then began to mock the people who sold the stock for being uncalm.

　　It was October 24, 1929.

　　As if to prove that they were right, the next day, although the stock was still falling, the situation had begun to gradually stabilize. Stocks even started to recover on the third day.

　　Many people who sold their shares began to try to buy again, and they were not willing to lose so much money.

　　But God seemed to play with them, and after this part of the people began to buy again, the stock market ushered in another sharp decline on the 29th, and within a day, more than 16 million shares were sold off, and the stock price fell by 40%.

　　And those who originally mocked others who could not hold their breath themselves could not hold their breath, they frantically poured into the stock exchange and threw out the stocks that were originally worth thousands of dollars in their hands at the price of cabbage, and these people naturally included Christopher.

　　Christopher, who finally squeezed into the pile of people and threw away the stock, looked at the pitiful thousands of dollars in his hand and couldn't cry.

　　This money can't even be repaid, it seems that he has to work hard for a while, Christopher thought helplessly.

　　Out of the gate of the stock exchange, Christopher drove towards the factory full of "enthusiasm for work", he had never been so eager to work.

　　But the sight on the road surprised Christopher, who saw many people holding signs looking for work on the way to the factory.

　　Is it a talent exchange conference today? No matter, it's not that I don't have a job anyway! Christopher thought.

　　However, when he arrived at the factory gate, he understood why so many people were suddenly looking for work on the street, because there was no familiar security guard standing at the factory gate, but a closed door and two seals on it.

　　"Bankruptcy liquidation?" Christopher read the words on the seal with a pale face.

　　Today is not a damn talent exchange conference, but the end of the world! He remembered the unemployed people on the street, and now he was one of them.

　　And unemployment at this juncture was a huge blow to Christopher, and he couldn't pay back the bank's debts after losing his job.

　　There can only be two results in this, either all his assets are taken as collateral to repay, or he goes to jail and squats.

　　He drove home in a daze, thinking that he was alone.

　　But he didn't get his wish, and it was rare that his wife was home today, which made him feel a little bad.

　　"Christopher, I'm unemployed." His wife said to him sadly, "In the future, the family can only count on your salary alone." "

　　"Huh." Christopher smiled wryly, "Coincidentally, I was also unemployed, and the factory I worked for went bankrupt." "

　　"God..." his wife opened her mouth wide in surprise.

　　"What the hell is going on with this? Why did the world suddenly change the same way? Christopher looked up and sighed.