Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 107: Bigger
Subtitle of this chapter: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Financial Empire
"Mr. Yuan, the contract has been written."
After all, it was a very simple speculation contract. John McCall, who had a New York State lawyer's license and was the grandson of an insurance tycoon, naturally wrote it effortlessly.
Our Master Yuan took it and took a look. He found that the contract terms were written very strictly and neither party could find any loopholes.
Alas, the NYU friends really suffered a lot.
He nodded and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, Mr. McCall. When this matter is over, do you want to be my personal lawyer?"
"Huh! Fight a bankruptcy lawsuit for you?" John sneered and retorted to him.
Yuan Yanshu was not angry at all after hearing this, she smiled at him and turned around. Facing the expectant eyes of the people in the queue, he frowned and walked up hesitantly.
Our Master Yuan coughed and said with a lack of energy: "Everyone, listen to me. You can bet with me, but there are three rules."
"First, you must sign a formal contract, which is this standard contract. Everyone should make two copies for yourselves."
"Second, it must be signed by Mr. Louis Baker, a notary public. I won't recognize anyone else's signature. The notary fee is... five dollars."
After saying these two things, he hesitated for a moment. If there was no upper limit, it would be too exaggerated and would make others think that he was really mentally ill. How about...
"The third rule is that, except for Mr. McCall and Professor Klein, the upper limit for betting by others is $1,000, and each person is limited to one bet!"
"Shh..."
As soon as he mentioned the third rule, everyone booed loudly.
Why are you shushing? You still have the nerve to shush? I'm doing this for your own good!
"1,000 dollars is too little, how about 2,500 dollars?"
"Yes, $2,500 is about right."
“2500!”
“2500!”
“2500!”
…
Hey, if you dare to die, I will bury you!
Yuan Yanshu, whose good intentions were taken for granted, was not angry. He just stuttered, "2, 2, 2500..."
The old man gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, waved his hands, and said fiercely: "Okay!"
At this moment, Professor Klein was the first to jump out and said in a shrill voice: "Mr. Yuan, even if the upper limit is 2,500 US dollars, we have so many people, do you have that much money?"
"Hahaha..." Our Master Yuan laughed loudly, looking up to the sky, and laughed for a long time. He had been holding back a lot of emotions just now, and it was a good opportunity to vent them all.
After waiting for a full half minute, he stopped laughing and said proudly, "It's possible that you don't know my identity yet."
Yuan Yan raised her thumb behind her shoulder, raised her head 45 degrees to the sky, and said proudly: "One of our Yuan family elders served as the president of Seris a few years ago. Our Yuan family owns tens of thousands of acres of land in Seris, and my father also owns a stock exchange and several trust companies in Shanghai."
He said shamelessly: "I am the heir to Yuan's 'financial empire'!"
"It's just a few tens of thousands...even if it's hundreds of thousands of dollars, there's no need to worry!"
"Okay, come one by one!"
Under Master Yuan's personal arrangement, three people entered the classroom and came to the podium.
Miss Helen Brown sat on the far left, responsible for reviewing two copies of the contract and recording the basic information; Mr. Louis Baker sat on the far right, checking the signatures and signing and stamping the contract, and collecting the notarization fee; and Master Yuan, who sat in the middle, only had to sign with a stroke of his pen.
"Mr. Klein, is it really $2,500?"
“Oh, this classmate only has 500 dollars!”
"Well, this lady also has $1,000... Beautiful lady, may I ask which department you are from?"
"Hey... Mike, didn't you just say $1,000? Why did you write $2,500 now? I advise you to write less."
"Nio, this is unacceptable. The upper limit is $2,500. Why can't I do that?"
"Mr. Baldwin, now that you've said that, do you dare to write $5,000?"
"Why not?"
"OK, I'll make an exception for you and bet you $5,000!"
Mike walked out of the classroom excitedly with a bet of 5,000 US dollars. He suddenly remembered something and rushed to the phone next to him.
"Hello, call me at XX, XX Street, Manhattan..."
He was not the only one who thought of this idea . After he finished the call, someone else picked up the receiver.
"Hey, call me at XX Street, Queens..."
"Hello, call me at XX, XX Street, Kings District..."
"Hello, call me at XX Street, Brooklyn..."
"Hey, call me at XX Street, Staten Island..."
Before long, people started lining up in front of the telephones inside NYU, and some people simply rushed out of the school. As their wave of rumors spread, more New Yorkers were naturally alarmed...
“You are $1,000!”
"You're also $2,500!"
"You still have $2,500... I say, friend, do you have that much money?"
"Mr. Yuan, please don't look down on me. Although I am a school worker, I have...well, I have a house in New York!"
"Okay, okay, just write $2,500."
It is inevitable for people to follow the crowd and be greedy for small profits. Of course, $2,500 is not really a "small profit". However, since the people in front of them placed such a large bet, the bolder ones behind them naturally followed suit, and the less courageous ones also increased their bets.
More than an hour later, Mr. Louis Baker, who was stamping a notarized contract, had to turn around and said worriedly, "Neo, it's almost $40,000. Shouldn't we stop?"
Forty thousand dollars, when the grandfather of our Majesty the Emperor Trump passed away in 1918, the legacy he left was about this amount. He worked hard for decades to open a brothel and a bar to save this little money. But the time traveler Yuan Da signed his signature with his mouth, and in just one hour, he became the same as the grandfather of our Majesty the Emperor Trump.
No wonder so many people are crying and shouting about traveling through time!
However, it was a waste of opportunity for those losers to travel through time. They simply traveled through time to some great era and lived their own "Tiny Times".
Our Master Yuan looks down on his peers in these parallel worlds from the bottom of his heart. Isn't this the male version of Si Niang? There is a meaning of Sanmao!
He was also holding his breath in his heart, thinking bitterly, just wait and see, I will do my best to be the Fourth Lady!
"Host, has your feminine soul finally awakened? A special mission is being issued: Women's Mountaineering Bag. What is the mission...?"
"Wait wait wait, Master Ball, please understand, I want to break through the sky, not the bottom limit!"
