Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"Second-hand housing market." Bai Mo took out a cigarette with his fingers, lit it, and started smoking.

"Yes, the second-hand housing market." Barry, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said, "The real market often feeds back real information about residents."

"arrive."

Bai Mo, Barry, and the mathematician Charlie who was following behind them followed the artificial path and arrived at the house soon.

As soon as he entered the room, Bai Mo saw two salesmen sitting on cashmere chairs having business discussions.

"Hello." Bai Mo greeted.

"Hello, would you like a glass of juice?" A man with brown hair walked to the drink machine and asked the three of them.

"No wine?" Barry asked.

The man smiled and then said jokingly: "Business transactions are between drinks. It's better to ask questions and chat over juice."

"You seem to know us." Barry said calmly.

"Of course." The man handed the juice to Bai Mo, then pointed at his eyes.

He is professional and can use his eyes to see clearly the difference between those who want to buy a house and those who do not.

Then, the man turned around and picked up a can of tea on the counter, and began to prepare tea for several people.

Barry sat on the chair and asked another person: "How do you earn?"

"I bought a yacht last week, and he bought his seventh sports car, also a Bumblebee model." The man with purple eyes and gray hair said with a smile.

Uncontrollable, heartfelt joy.

“How many loans can you process each month?”

"Sixty? Seventy, roughly between these numbers." The brown-gray man said, and he picked up the tea handed over by his colleague. "Thank you, you've learned a really good craft."

"You're welcome, do you want some?" The brown man said, still smiling: "Before I started this business, I used to be a bartender in a bar."

Bai Mo finished his drink thoughtfully, and then looked at each other.

Barry asked: "How many of these are adjustable-rate mortgages?"

"90%, probably, I don't remember the exact number," the brown-gray man said.

"In the past few years, the commissions on this kind of mortgage have skyrocketed. I can only earn two thousand dollars from a fixed-rate mortgage. But with an adjustable-rate subprime loan, I can earn one hundred thousand."

"To be honest, I wouldn't be able to drive a BMW 7 Series without the help of a stripper."

Bai Mo said: "Is there ever a time when a mortgage loan is rejected?"

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

The two of them laughed in unison, laughing from the bottom of their hearts.

"Can I have some Coke?" Bai Mo handed him the cup.

"Of course." The brown man turned and walked towards another drink machine.

Another man in brown and gray spoke up and explained, "If they are rejected, I will be incompetent."

"Can they get a loan even if they don't have money?" Barry expressed his doubts.

"Our company has a ninja loan. You don't need to provide proof of income or occupation. You can leave the income column blank. The company doesn't care."

absurd……

Can I really afford a loan that I don’t need for anything?

Bai Mo smiled and drank the coke.

"Let's go to the next stop." Barry sighed, then turned and left.

The brown-gray man and the brown-yellow man waved to everyone and continued to receive the next customer who was preparing for a loan.

The next stop, Bai Mo, Barry and others came to the dance hall.

"I always choose an adjustable mortgage with more repayment options. Everyone is the same."

"I have five houses and one apartment to my name."

"People here are like this. We make money by renting out our properties."

…………

After entering and exiting, several people gathered in the nearest bar.

"My investigation... was terrible." Jason lowered his head. He looked at the written information he had recorded and felt as heavy as a mountain.

Bai Mo and Barry talked about the industrial phenomena they had encountered.

The United States today can be said to be peaceful and peaceful all over the world.

But this is just the most superficial view of the sea. Under the surface of the sea, the shadowy beast has opened its fangs.

"I think we really need to do something." Barry tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes extremely cloudy, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Lawrence." Barry dialed the number again.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected.

"Barry." His tone was heavy, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years.

"Lawrence, this is an opportunity."

Barry presented the conclusions obtained from previous investigations and interview data from more than a dozen industries in detail and logically.

"Barry, you don't understand the truth of the world. The U.S. real estate market is not going to collapse."

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Once again, Barry made the point.

——No one is buying a house anymore, and the bond limit has exceeded the market limit!

Lawrence still repeated: "If you don't understand the truth, the market will not collapse."

"Barry, I don't know who makes up this world. The crises you see actually don't exist at all. This world will not have the results you predicted."

"...There are some things that cannot be understood by your common sense. They will make you understand that everything you study is meaningless."

After hanging up the phone forcefully, Barry grabbed his hair with both hands and kept saying to himself: "This is impossible!"

"But why?"

Why is Lawrence so determined? Everything here will almost certainly be the same as in the past, and the market will not collapse.

"Barry, the first market economic depression happened in the United States."

Bai Mo's words were like a beacon that woke him up, and Barry found his direction instantly.

He turned to look at his subordinates and gave instructions quickly.

"Jason, you take... to investigate the corresponding historical data of the Great Depression."

"Mr. Bai and I are going to find my old friend."

The new order was issued, and everyone entered working mode and began running towards different destinations.

Bai Mo and Barry got into the Hornet, and they drove day and night to a very old apartment.

After getting out of the car, Barry took the collected information and knocked on the owner's door.

The doorbell rang again and again, and soon the door opened automatically.

Walking into the house, Bai Mo saw the owner of the house.

An old man with shining golden eyes and high spirits.

"Hello." Barry saluted politely.

The old man didn't say anything. He tapped the floor with his cane and breathed.

"The Rohirrim welcome you, Barry."

"Hello, Rohir III."

This is the name of this family, and their external names are distinguished by "several generations".

"Barry, what is your purpose?"

"Here's the thing." Barry told everything about it, from the market to the people, the chain reaction in all walks of life, because the real estate thunder will lead to the bond thunder, a series of serial bombs.

After patiently listening to Barry's words, Rochiel III's golden eyes went out. He was silent for a long time, and then walked towards the house.

"Follow up."

Barry and Bai Mo followed him side by side.

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