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Those who are as lucky as Ilia are also waiting for the illusory miracle.

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When the opening ringtone rang, everything changed as yesterday.

The price is still falling like a plunge. If this continues, the securities in their hands will become a pile of waste paper.

No, it has become a pile of waste paper now! Even worse than waste paper!

I want to cry but not cry, this is how these American speculators feel at this moment.

The White House has made a statement on this incident that they will not interfere with the normal operation of any market, which has also made these speculators lose the last glimmer of hope that they are still waiting for.

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"Did you see those people, Alice?" Wang Weiyi pointed to the group of all kinds of people: "Why are they like this? Because they are blinded by greed. When things are completely different from what they think, they will be completely disappointed. I don't want you to become the same person as them when you grow up, and your mother also doesn't want you to be that person...."

"I get it, Mr. Moyol." Alice raised her head: "Where did Mom go? Is Mom dead?"

Wang Weiyi felt a little sad: "No, your mother was not dead, she just went to a very far place."

"Mr. Moyol, you lied to me, I know my mother is dead." Alice finally began to sob: "This is what Mr. Moy told me."

Wang Weiyi held Alice's hand: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you. Yes, your mother has left you, and I don't want this to become a shadow of your life. I can promise you that I will take good care of you, just like my own daughter."

Alice's tears flowed down her cheeks.

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Wang Weiyi swore that he would bring Alice to his side and take care of her to grow up, so that she would have a happier childhood than everyone else, and that he would never make the same mistakes as William again.

I am Alice's all hope, but is Alice also her own hope?

Waves of wailing came from the New York Housing Deed Exchange. Before the lunch break, those housing contracts fell to a valley again.

There is no hope, and the last glimmer of hope from now on has finally been shattered.

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Wang Weiyi left here calmly, and Alice was closely following him.

On May 12, 1966, the disaster continued to take place in New York. Whether it was the housing contract trading market or the securities market, prices were collapsing all the way, and everyone fell into the darkness of endless despair.

At noon, even the restaurants nearby that were always full became deserted.

Only the winners have the good mood to dine here.

Wang Weiyi and his allies clinked their cups to celebrate their victory.

Before the lunch break, the stock price fell to a terrible position, with some going bankrupt, some going crazy, and some shooting themselves in front of everyone.

"Remember what I said, Mr. Kasanovich?" Wang Weiyi said lightly: "I said you will make a fortune, and the profits in it are far more than what you are operating. Oh, you can redeem your house contracts that have taken out huge profits for you now at a price that is so cheap that you can't believe."

Kasanovic's face was filled with joy. If so many people were not by his side, he would even cheer out loud here.

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Yes, the Baron did not deceive himself, he did everything he promised. Although the "business" that Casanovic is engaged in, it is not worth mentioning compared to this place.

Did he finally know vaguely why these wealthy people around him were so rich?

"As for our alliance, I think it's going well..." Wang Weiyi glanced at Gates, Morgan and Lawrence Rockefeller: "We have maintained a good relationship since your father, and today is just a continuation of yesterday. So, what about your reward for me?"

There is nothing that cannot be said, and you must be rewarded if you pay.

Gates smiled and said, "Of course, Mr. Baron, we will certainly not forget the rewards we should give you. We have purchased most of the things we need on your procurement list and will be shipped to Germany as soon as possible. Although the Allied Command has found that someone is secretly transporting supplies to Berlin and has stepped up the inspection, we still have our own solutions. Please rest assured about this...."

Wang Weiyi nodded with satisfaction.

At this time Elliot walked in: "His Excellency Baron, Ilia has been brought."

Wang Weiyi smiled: "I can finally appear in front of him with my original appearance, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Baron, you don't have to hide anything anymore."

"This feeling is really good." Wang Weiyi said with a faint smile.

Those familiar figures were walking towards this place. It was Ilia, but at this time the marquis had no previous style. He was like a devastated dog, with a pale face.

He walked into the restaurant and suddenly he saw someone sitting there.

Ah, no, it cannot be this person, absolutely impossible! How could he appear here?

This is the person his father fears the most, and also the person Ilya fears the most.

Ilia wanted to leave the restaurant, but several Kasanovich's subordinates appeared beside him: "Mr. Marquis, if you want to leave, it will make the big men very unhappy. Moreover, you cannot leave here alive."

Ilia walked towards the man tremblingly.

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When he came to the man, he heard the words: "Mr. Ilia, you are a Marquis, and I am just a little baron. Should I bow to you?"

Yes, the other party is just a baron, but the baron's name is far superior to any duke:

Ernst Alexand von Breme - Baron of Skeleton!

"No, no." Ilia said in horror.

"Ah, then I'll feel relieved." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "You can call me another name. I think, ah, my Russian name is Mr. Petergoff."

In an instant, Ilia understood everything.

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To be continued...