《股票作手回忆录·第九章·1907大恐慌·做空封神》第6节
“Surely, Mr. Livingston, you don’t mean at the market?” and he looked as if he was going to lose a couple of millions of his own through bum execution by a careless broker. But I just told him, “Sell it! Don’t argue about it!” The two Black boys, Jim and Ollie, were in the office, out of hearing of the operator and myself. They were big traders who had come originally from Chicago, where they had been famous plungers in wheat, and were now heavy traders on the New York Stock Exchange. They were very wealthy and were high rollers for fair. As I left the telegraph operator to go back to my seat in front of the quotation board Oliver Black nodded to me and smiled. “You’ll be sorry, Larry,” he said. I stopped and asked him, “What do you mean?” “To-morrow you’ll be buying it back.” “Buying what back?” I said. I hadn’t told a soul except the telegraph operator. “Anaconda,” he said. “You’ll be paying 320 for it. That wasn’t a good move of yours, Larry.” And he smiled again. “What wasn’t?” And I looked innocent. “Selling your eight thousand Anaconda at the market; in fact, insisting on it,” said Ollie Black.
注释摘要
电报员那一脸的惊恐，几乎要从柜台后面跳起来。“Surely, Mr. Livingston, you don't mean at the market?”他这句话，在1907年的华尔街语境里，等于在问：你知道这会引发什么后果吗？当时的“市价指令”意味着不设任何价格底线，要求场内经纪人以当前市场上能得到的任何价格立刻成交。在阿纳康达这样交易活跃但流通盘有限的…