America 1919

Donnie nodded, expressing agreement with Jesse Livermore's idea, which was also his own thought: "Okay, but when it's close to the closing time in the afternoon, let Jesse Livermore sell at a slightly slower pace, making the other party think we don't have many shares left!"

"Got it!"

Donnie hung up the phone and looked again at John and Dwight. At this point, although Donnie was reluctant to admit it, he had to acknowledge that these two fools were definitely the ones who had driven Harry Sinclair mad.

But could he still call them fools now?

Yeah!

They're still fools!

This time it was completely by accident. If it had been any other battlefield, their actions would have certainly caused him a lot of trouble!

"Donnie, have you decided how you're going to punish us? We've been in a rush since this morning, and we haven't even had lunch yet!"

Seeing that Donnie had fallen silent, John brazenly asked with a thick skin.

Donnie: "...."

"Sit down and behave yourself. Do you realize how much trouble you've caused me? And you still want to eat?"

John immediately stood up, shouting, "Donnie, don't worry, we'll take care of the trouble we've caused. Just wait, I'll take people to New York right now and finish off that Harry Sinclair. Once he's dead, won't all the problems be solved?"

Upon hearing John's bold statement, William Mellon's eyebrows twitched frantically. The most dangerous person by Donnie's side was definitely this man—too damn brazen!

"Just stay put!" Donnie was also taken aback, truly worried that John, in a fit of impulse, would lead men to New York.

John grumbled, "You were the one who said it was a big trouble!"

Smack!

Donnie grabbed a book from the table and threw it at John: "Listen to me, you are not to get involved in this anymore, or I'll castrate you! Damn it!"

John caught the book Donnie threw at him and grinned sheepishly, saying, "Got it, won't get involved. But why so angry, eh?"

"I...." Faced with such a character as John, Donnie was amazed to find that none of his previous methods seemed to work on him at all.

The afternoon trading session began! Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The Sinclair Oil Corporation maintained the same momentum from the morning, still fierce in spirit.

Livermore, on the other hand, was also frantically selling Sinclair Oil's shares.

However, observant people soon noticed an important fact: Livermore's speed of selling had noticeably slowed down, as if running out of steam!

"Could it really be that they've run out?"

Seeing this, everyone began to wonder whether Livermore was about to bottom out, evident from the share price of Sinclair Oil Corporation.

From 45 cents at the start of the afternoon session, it had risen to 49 cents, almost surpassing its historic high!

If the situation continued like this, perhaps by the end of the afternoon session, Sinclair Oil's share price could break through 50 cents!

At this thought, an excited expression appeared on everyone's face.

Was the battle about to end?

Indeed, as they had expected, the closer it was to the end, the slower Livermore sold, while the share price of Sinclair Oil Corporation rose fast.

Until the closing gong sounded in the afternoon, Sinclair Oil's share price had reached 51 cents per share!

Woah!!!!!

Cheers erupted from Morgan's trading desk at NYSE, as if they had truly won, and not only did they themselves think so, others seemed to think the same, leading quite a number of people to go over and congratulate them!

"Maciej, I'm so envious of you. I believe that by tomorrow, you'll have a lot more clients!"

A stockbroker enviously said to Maciej Buck.

As the handler for Sinclair Oil in this short-selling war, Maciej Buck was bound to become part of Wall Street history and gain a name for himself due to this battle.

And Maciej Buck would become a Wall Street star broker riding on the wave of this victory.

It was no wonder other brokers envied him.

With modesty, Maciej Buck said: "It's not over yet, the other side hasn't conceded defeat. Once everything is finished, I'll invite everyone to my house as guests!"

Compared to the bustling scene around Maciej Buck, Livermore's departure was much quieter, even though he had been a star on Wall Street before this.

But failure is failure!

Wall Street is a place that harshly distinguishes winners from losers!

No matter how glorious your previous victories were, if you've lost now, you're worthless!

The smile on Maciej Buck's face lasted until he saw Hein Howell and Harry Sinclair; one remark from Howell sent Buck into a slight panic.

"One million US dollars gone!"

"How could this be?" Maciej Buck exclaimed instinctively, especially because, from his perspective, Livermore's selling speed had clearly decreased that afternoon.

But then Buck remembered that while the selling had slowed, the quantity sold had actually increased.

It wasn't that Maciej Buck wasn't professional; actually, his state that afternoon resembled a gambler's, no longer caring about quantities, only wanting to deal the cards as fast as possible and move on to the next gamble!