The disaster that occurred on May 11, 1966 was called "Bloody Wednesday" by Americans.

Within this day, the New York Stock Exchange and the New York Housing Deed Exchange collapsed one after another. The originally high prices were thousands of feet long. The nightmare in 1942 came to New York again.

No, the stock market crash that occurred in 1942 is even more terrible.

Some Americans who experienced the last stock market crash, went bankrupt again, and knew that no miracle had happened, chose to end their lives in the form of suicide.

In the evening alone, 129 suicides occurred, and the whistling of police cars and ambulances did not stop all night. Some people, after losing all their belongings, took violent means to vent their serious dissatisfaction.

It was under such circumstances that Xie Lisa returned to her home. ． ． ． ． ．

Numbness and regret filled her heart. She knew that she was finished, and this time it was completely finished. The loan sharks would soon enter her home and force her to pay the money that she could not pay at all. They would even implicate her lovely daughter Alice. ． ． ． ． ．

"Hello, Chelisa." Murray appeared in front of her.

"Hello, Mr. Murray." Xie Lisa, who was taking out the key and preparing to open the door, said with a tough bullet.

"I saw some bad news on TV today." Morrie was not prepared to hide anything: "Everything collapsed, but these things have nothing to do with me. The only thing I care about is my rent. Madam, you promised that I would rent me tomorrow. Can you do it? If I can't see my money tomorrow, I can only ask you to leave here."

This is the Americans, the numb and indifferent Americans, whose interests exceed everything in their minds. ． ． ． ． ． Xie Lisa forced a smile: "I think I will give it to you, Mr. Murray, please rest assured."

"Okay, then I'll wait till tomorrow." Mr. Murray suddenly said again before he was about to close the door: "Ah, if there is a loan shark, please do not damage anything in the house, otherwise I have to ask you for compensation."

As soon as she walked into her home, Xie Lisa closed the door tightly. She wanted to cry loudly, but in front of her daughter, she had to hold it tightly.

"Alice, do you need something else to eat?"

"No, mom, Mr. Moyol invited me a lot today. Look, I can't eat at all." Alice said sensiblely.

"Then, go to bed."

"Do I still need to get up early tomorrow?"

"No, you don't have to get up early in the future." Xie Lisa held back her tears, sent Alice to her own bed, kissed her daughter's forehead lightly, and then walked back to her room.

She sat there blankly, and did nothing for a long time. She felt her mind was blank. ． ． ． ． ．

After a while, she found the paper and the pen and wrote:

"Hello, dear Mr. Moyol, I take the liberty to write this letter to you... I regret not listening to you, so I went bankrupt. I have nothing but my daughter now, and those usury people will soon appear before me and take away my only thing, my dear daughter Alice... I cannot bear the pain of losing Alice, and it is even more difficult for me to imagine the disaster that she may encounter in the future... Kind Mr. Moyol, I beg you , take Alice away, give her a way out, and let her grow up healthily and happily. I can't repay you, the only thing I can do is just pray for you silently in heaven. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

She carefully loaded the letter paper, wrote on the envelope "Mr. Moyol received it", and then took out the second letter paper:

"My dear daughter Alice, when you see this letter, I have left you forever... I am not a competent mother. Greed blinded my eyes, made me lose everything, and even about to lose you. And you are my most precious wealth. I thought for a long time and can only say that you please Mr. Moyol. If Mr. Moyol is unwilling to take you in, then leave New York and leave here far away, and never return to this terrible city again... Remember, your mother will love you forever, and you must not be as greedy as me..."

The letter's envelope reads "To Alice, who has grown up."

Xie Lisa's third letter was written to Mr. Murray:

"Mr. Moray, I'm sorry, I can't rent you, but don't worry, Mr. Moyol will give you. My lovely daughter Alice knows where to find Mr. Moyol... I regret not listening to you. Ah, the same thing Mr. Moyol has told me, you are all wise men, and I am the only fool, a fool is not worthy of living in this world... To see my death, please take Alice to Mr. Moyol, who will give you what I owe you to you..."

After the letter was finished, Xie Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that she had done what she should have done. At this moment, she felt relieved.

She put three letters on the table one by one and pushed open the window.

A cold wind of night blew on her face, making Xie Lisa unable to help but tremble. Looking down from the window, New York or the familiar New York, but now it became so strange in Xie Lisa's eyes.

She sighed, then jumped out of the window.

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Just as she left the window, the phone rang in the living room.

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"Mr. Moyol, no one answered the phone at Chelisa's house," said Casanovic, lowering the phone.

Wang Weiyi nodded: "I am worried that she will do something stupid when I send someone to her house. She is not worthy of sympathy, but her daughter Alice is innocent."

"Yes, I'll send someone to do it right away."

Wang Weiyi once again gave Xie Lisa a chance. If Xie Lisa could jump off the building late, even a second, things would be improved. However, many things would never be possible, and the wrong things that have been made can never be recovered.

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And this is the ultimate fate of poor Xie Lisa.

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Xie Lisa died, but Ilia absolutely did not have such courage.

He was about to lose everything about himself and his father. If the securities market still did not improve tomorrow, then the most terrible thing would definitely happen.

He was not willing to accept such an ending. He irritated and drank wine one by one, trying hard to find any way to recover.

But what can he do?

The news of the collapse of two major markets in New York was constantly broadcasting on TV, which made Elija even more upset.

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He wanted to shut up all the guys on TV.

The phone rang, and Elia answered the phone angrily, and was about to scold the other party hard, but when he heard that it was Mr. Elliot's voice, his anger disappeared without a trace.

"Marquis Elijah, I remind you again that if you cannot afford the ransom before the loan time comes, then all your collateral will belong to the Wittgenstein Group. Oh, and on behalf of Mr. Gates Morgan, I remind you that your loan to Morgan Bank is about to expire. You must know that Morgan Bank is not willing to have any bad debts. Mr. Morgan will be very unhappy because of this... Okay, I have finished all my words, I wish you a good dream."

The phone was hung up, and Ilia stared at the phone in a daze, suddenly pulled out the telephone line and then smashed it hard to the ground.

Villains, these villains who take the blame! If they were in Russia, they would all be arrested and thrown into prison by themselves!

He swore that he would never give in and he would try every means to save everything he had lost.

Tomorrow, yes, miracles will surely happen tomorrow.

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To be continued...