190!

The sudden drop in the stock market caught people off guard.

In just two or three minutes, Fenghui's stock price plummeted by 9 yuan!

Adjust, adjust!

Countless people were there to comfort each other.

Adjust, adjust!

Zhang Yubao is also very sure of this.

Just like yesterday.

It will rebound soon.

At this time, some people began to realize that something was wrong, and shipped large quantities of them.

187!

The speed of decline far exceeded the previous increase.

"182, I'm offering 100,000 shares, does anyone want it?"

Suddenly, a big man shouted loudly, speaking rapidly and panicked.

When people are excited and enthusiastic, they will never think of the painful scars they once had.

But when a crisis has arisen, those nightmares from the past will instantly come to mind.

Rubber stock market crash!

Is history repeating itself again?

People who had experienced this stock market crash immediately made the wisest choice:

Dispose of goods as soon as possible!

The sooner you sell, the smaller your loss will be!

"185, I will offer 50,000 shares!"

"183, 20,000 shares, 20,000 shares, does anyone want it?"

Panic is also contagious.

Those whose average purchase price was too high and bought a large amount of Fenghui stocks began to buy in one after another in an attempt to drive up the stock price and minimize their losses.

After a short discussion, several large investors began to join forces to buy.

"Quick, ask the bank for a loan of one million more! Hurry!"

"Call Boss Xu and ask him to lend him a one million position. Hurry!"

Everyone was shouting hastily.

money!

Sufficient funds must be available to raise the stock price again.

It still has a certain effect.

Under the joint efforts of several large investors, HSBC shares were pulled back to 188 yuan!

But this is only temporary.

In less than half an hour, Fenghui’s stock fell to 182 yuan again.

A desperate and tragic battle began.

179!

The 180 mark was finally lost in the continuous tug-of-war.

In fact, if Zhang Yubao could throw it away in time at this time, the loss would not be so unstoppable.

But people are always like this. When they make money, they hope to make more. When they lose, they hope to make more money again.

Amidst such hesitation, Fenghui stock has reached 173 yuan!

The phone never hung up.

Zhang Xiaolin on the other end was also completely panicked.

Throw it away now?

No, my loss is too great.

Ask the bank for a loan, it's a high-interest loan privately!

What to do with these?

It will go up, it will definitely go up.

Zhang Xiaolin kept comforting himself.

Funds are constantly entering the stock market in an attempt to save the market.

But it's like a huge bottomless pit, wildly devouring all the funds that come in.

Fenghui stock fell like a cliff.

170…165…160…

More and more people are joining the selling bandwagon.

This is like a battlefield. Originally, although one of the two armies was at a disadvantage, it could still barely support itself. However, suddenly a large number of rebels appeared on its side, and the situation would become uncontrollable.

“Yongan Cotton Mill has fallen below 150 points!”

When someone calls out these words, everything becomes out of control.

Fenghui stock began to plummet.

Almost in an instant, the price has reached 145 yuan.

But this is far from the end.

Zhang Yubao was confused and stupid.

Zhang Xiaolin on the other end of the phone was equally confused and stupid.

Throw it now?

No, throwing it now will really kill you.

"Third Master, it's 140, it's 140, what should I do?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

"Third Master, it's 134. If you don't throw it away, it will be over."

"I...I'll think about it..."

Think again?

125!

"Throw it, throw it!"

"Hey, throw it!"

Zhang Yubao just put down the phone and said "Ding"!

The closing bell rang.

117 yuan!

Fenghui stock dropped 82 yuan from today's opening price of 150 yuan to its highest peak of 199 yuan!

Zhang Yubao sat down on the ground.

A few hours ago, everyone's faces were filled with excitement, but just a few hours later, everyone's faces were filled with frustration and despair.

"Maybe it will go up tomorrow?"

Someone asked this sentence in a low voice and with fantasy.

"Maybe... probably... maybe..."

tomorrow?

It's always tomorrow.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

…

4:30.

Is the stock market closing soon?

He Yu stood up: "Workers, it's time to get off work."
To be continued...