At 9:30 a.m. New York time, the market opened. Jiang Hao watched the board as it remained steady all the way, without the slightest sign of decline.
"Could this world have already changed?"
He had to admit that although the movie world was based on the real world, it was ultimately another world. He could act based on his memories, but history might not follow its original course.
At 10:00, the market remained stable, with trading volume reaching around twenty million shares. Just as before, there were no major fluctuations.
At 11:00, it was still steady. Trading volume had reached around thirty-five million shares. There was no drop, and it even showed a slight upward trend.
At 12:00...
Staring at the computer screen, Jiang Hao cursed inwardly several times. Is this trying to hang me out to dry? He had bragged in front of his father-in-law that the U.S. stock market would crash, but judging by the current trend, he was about to get slapped in the face.
It was not that he could not afford to lose, nor had he never lost before, but losing still felt awful. If he gave up shorting now, he would lose a huge amount of money. Tens of millions would vanish into thin air.
He lit a cigar and stood before the glass window, watching the chaotic and noisy trading floor below. Jiang Hao pondered for a long while before finally making a decision. Rather than ask others for help, he would help himself. If there were no conditions, then he would create them.
He took out the Iron Blood miniature computer from his storage space, plugged it into the stock trading microcomputer with a cable, and called out, "Xiao Xin, hack the stock trading servers."
"Xiao Xin understands."
The current server defense