Chapter 109: Self-black Project

'The sales at this Chelf Market are really hot! I'm afraid that the several hundred tons of goods I shipped here will all be sold out in less than half a month?'

In the office of the Chelf Market Management Office, Xialang looked out the window and saw the crowd of people at the entrance to the market, and said to Zhou Ming with great emotion, still holding the market's sales bill for the past few days in his hand. Top Novel,

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, 'I wish I could sell for half a month, but I'm afraid it won't last more than a week.'

Xiarong was stunned. He couldn't help but be surprised. After all, he was an old Nanjiang businessman, not a rookie in the business world. And he happened to sell textiles such as clothes, shoes and socks in Nanjiang, so he knew the sales of these things very well.

Generally speaking, it is already very hot in a market when so many things are sold out in a month. Even if these daily necessities are very scarce in Northern Russia, and this is also the capital of the country, Khrushchev, but the goods sold out within a week after he shipped his entire fortune here. This speed is beyond his wildest dreams.

If someone else's head might not be able to turn around at this time, but for Sharong, Zhou Ming creating miracles is not news.

'This is incredible, thank you so much, Mr. Zhou Ming, for giving me this opportunity! I was able to make use of the goods I shipped with all my money!' Xia Lang said with emotion.

Zhou Ming then patted Xia Lang on the shoulder: 'If we're talking about gratitude, I should be thanking you. If you weren't so bold as to ship so many goods here, I'm afraid I would be very upset too.'

While Zhou Ming and Xia Lang were talking here, Su Han walked in with a newspaper in her hands, followed by Kalelina.

'The newspaper came out today, and sure enough, there is negative news about the Cherv Market.

Su Han said, handing the newspaper to Zhou Ming, who took it and read it. The front page headline was a picture of the gates of the Cherv Market, with many queuing North Russians gathered at the entrance. Next to it was a cartoon insert, which depicted a Chinese person with braided hair wearing Manchu clothing, holding money in one hand and a dog leash in the other, which was attached to the neck of two North Russians fighting over a piece of clothing.

The newspaper was full of Russian, but Katerina volunteered to translate for Zhou Ming: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, what this newspaper is mainly exposing is that the Cherv Market is using old rubles to dump daily necessities and then earning new rubles by selling stocks.'

After saying this, Katerina hesitated slightly, but under Zhou Ming's questioning gaze, she continued to translate for Zhou Ming: 'The cartoon that accompanies the newspaper is also about this situation. It says that the originally backward and barbaric Chinese Empire. ism, is using the relationship between the new ruble and the old ruble to enslave the people of Northern Russia. The newspaper calls on the people to unite and not let the Chinese imperial. The conspiracy succeeds.'

Even though Zhou Ming had a strong heart, he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Kalina's translation: 'What is this nonsense? Do our friends in Northern Russia still live in the past? And Chinese imperial. Ism, I'm surprised they could come up with such a thing.'

'In addition to the newspaper, Mr. Kolkhod said that the state television station is also producing a TV show about the Cherv Market,' Katerina added.

Zhou Ming nodded and said, 'Okay, then go ahead and start the black-hat campaign.'

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Meanwhile, the securities company on Gele Street was as busy as ever. Countless people were either standing in the trading hall, looking up at the big screen to see the price movements of various stocks, and then writing something down in their notebooks, or they were swarming around the counter, desperately shouting at the top of their voices.

Konon was sitting at the entrance to the securities company, his back against the wall of the securities company, watching a lot of people come and go in the securities company. Some were dancing with joy, while others were dejected and pale.

This is a very normal situation. After all, it is normal for some people to make money and some to lose money in the stock market. This is especially true in the fledgling market of Northern Russia, where there are no strict systems or restrictions. Whether you make money or lose money, the amounts are very large. There is a risk in the stock market, so caution is required when entering the market. This is not an empty threat, but rather a bloody lesson for many investors.

Next to Kenong, there were many other people sitting on the ground just like him. Most of them were people who had lost money in the stock market and gone bankrupt. They were at a loss as to what to do with their future lives and could only sit there.

Suddenly, Kenong heard his pager at his waist buzz. He took it out and glanced at it. He was instantly petrified, as if he had turned to stone. After a while, he came back to his senses and silently put away his pager. He stood up from the ground and walked towards the newsstand by the roadside.

Everyone else nearby looked at Konon's actions and felt very puzzled, because basically everyone here was broke, and Konon was still able to carry a pager, which made them very strange. Some people even stared at Konon's waist, their eyes revealing greedy lust. If it weren't for the police officers patrolling the streets, I'm afraid someone would really pounce and snatch Konon's pager, because it's worth thousands of new rubles.

But what Konon did next surprised them even more, because there he bought a newspaper and turned around.

Konon came back to them, feeling that everyone was looking at him. Of course, it wasn't because Konon was so charming, but because everyone had seen his pager and simply thought that Konon was a journalist or writer who had come here specifically to collect information, not a truly destitute stock investor. But now he had come back with a newspaper, what was the situation? It made everyone involuntarily focus their attention on him.

But this did save Konong some trouble. He said directly, 'Do you know where all your money has gone?'

If it had been the old Konong, he would have been nervous under the scrutiny of so many people, but after the previous incident, he was not panicking at all now. The first words he spoke hit the mark for everyone, and they all looked at him in surprise. Some even blurted out, 'Of course we want to know!'

In this situation, Kernon was not anxious at all. He said slowly, 'I have been sitting here for a day, and I know that you have all been cheated by the stock market, causing your families to go bankrupt and you to be in debt. You are all very confused, and don't know why your money has disappeared for no reason. You don't know why whatever you buy goes down, and whatever you sell goes up. You all think that there is something wrong with your judgment, but in fact, there isn't.'

Konong paused deliberately after saying this, and only after successfully raising everyone's appetite did he say, 'This is all manipulated by an invisible hand behind everyone.'

His words provoked a furore, and everyone found it incredible.

But Konong's words did not end there. He continued, 'You must have heard about the recent surge in the price of Cherv Market stocks. Why do you think this stock has risen?'

'Because the Chelf Market is doing very well, with lots of people buying things there every day, and holding shares in the Chelf Market also allows you to use old rubles as a shareholder in the market. Now that it's listed on the stock exchange, I'm sure a lot of people will buy it! If I wasn't broke, I would buy it too!'

Someone spoke up, and the others agreed. Konong immediately said, 'But here's the problem, which none of you know: the Chelf Market's shares have actually not been approved for listing by the stock exchange, but were secretly listed by someone!'

'Why?' Konon asked himself, and answered, 'Obviously because the Cherf market itself is in big trouble. But those hateful Chinese, who want to make money, colluded with officials at the securities company and secretly listed their shares for sale without permission!'

Konong said, took out the newspaper and said, 'This is the newspaper I just bought. Everyone, please look. The headline here points out the problem with the stocks on the Chelf market. They say that the market itself has lost a lot of money, so they thought of using stocks to make money to cover their losses. They are basically treating us like lambs to be slaughtered at will!'

After Konon's reminder, someone immediately responded: 'I've been wondering why the Cherv market's stock, which I've never heard of, has suddenly risen in value in the past few days. Is it because the Chinese are behind it?'

Someone else shouted, 'I've been saying that those greedy Chinese can't suddenly be so nice as to let us use old rubles to buy things from them. They're just trying to trick us and get more new rubles out of us. They're so bad!'

As he watched the people below shouting and arguing, Konon said, 'So now that we know, should we let the stock of Cherv continue to rise?'

The people below immediately shouted, "Of course not! These damned Chinese must not be allowed to succeed in their trickery.'

'So what should we do?" Konon shouted again.

'We need to go into the securities company and tell those who bought the stocks to quickly dump their stocks and never fall for those Chinese tricks again! We also need to go out on the street and spread the word, exposing the ugly faces of these Chinese to the whole Krisco!'

With that, the men all stood up from the ground and split into two groups. One group rushed into the securities company, while the other group went out on the street to spread the word.

However, Kohno's mission was not yet complete. He followed the others to the securities company, but deliberately entered a little late. By the time he entered, there was already an uproar in the company due to the publicity. Kohno immediately climbed onto a table and shouted, 'Those damned Chinese! I will be the first to dump their stocks! We must not let them take advantage of us!'