The Tyrant Billionaire-Chapter 644 The DC-6

Once the stock price collapsed, the Japanese investors panicked, forcing the investment companies to leave. Wells Fargo then smoothly acquired Hans Pharmaceuticals' shares.

Wells Fargo reimbursed the Japanese investors for their remaining funds, severing all ties with Hans Pharmaceuticals.

Meanwhile, Andy discreetly bought back the circulating shares on the market.

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In Tokyo, on a bridge, a middle-aged man stared at a newspaper in his hands, his eyes filled with despair.

The report detailed theHans Pharmaceuticalsincident, revealing that the stock was already recovering.

But none of that mattered to him anymore.

He had invested tens of thousands of dollars,

Only to get back just over $1,000.

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Now they were saying it was all a misunderstanding? A mistake?

"Baka… Baka!My tens of thousands of dollars! My ancestral home! My land! Aaaaaaah!"

The man screamed hysterically, threw the newspaper aside,

And jumped off the bridge.

In a Subway Station, someone stood frozen, staring at a newspaper on the wall. His lips quivered.

His family had once been wealthy—his father had looted fortunes during the war.

When the investment craze began, he eagerly joined in.

After the stock crash, he lost everything. Resolving to move on, he prepared to take a job to rebuild his life.

But now the newspaper said the stock would recover. The problem was, he had already sold everything. Even if the stock rebounded, it had nothing to do with him.

He felt utterly played.

Completely manipulated,

And powerless to do anything about it.

A profound sense of collapse welled up inside him.

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In the Japanese Prime Minister's office, Yoshida Shigeru and his cabinet ministers stared at the news reports in stunned silence.

"How could this happen? Why did this happen?"

The room was so quiet, the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

No one had an answer.

Japan's recent stock market crash had shattered their confidence.

They had just begun to crawl out of the quagmire of war, barely reaching the edge and regaining a sliver of confidence. But Hans Pharmaceuticals delivered a solid kick, sending them tumbling back into the pit and crashing to the bottom.

It will likely take years for them to climb out again.

With the situation in Japan resolved, Hardy didn't stay long. He received a telegram from the U.S., notifying him that his newly ordered private plane and yacht were ready for inspection.

Two years earlier, Hardy had ordered a DC-6 from the Douglas Aircraft Company. His current private plane, a modified B-29 bomber, was much noisier compared to passenger planes.

The DC-6, being a professional passenger plane, had a more logical layout and much more interior space. Hardy had requested the most luxurious renovations, making it far more opulent than his B-29.

Hardy's plane landed directly at Douglas's airport, where the company's president personally greeted him. "Mr. Hardy, it's a pleasure to see you," said John Skelly, the president of Douglas Aircraft Company, warmly shaking Hardy's hand.

Hardy was now one of the most prominent billionaires in the U.S., with his own airline company. John Skelly was eager to strengthen ties with Hardy, hoping his airline would procure passenger and cargo planes from Douglas.

"Nice to see you too, President Skelly. Where's my plane?" Hardy smiled.

"Right this way! I'm sure you'll love it," John Skelly replied with a grin.

The plane featured a sleek silver body with a gold stripe running along the fuselage, exuding luxury. On its side, there was a signature: "Hardy."

This marked the aircraft as Hardy's exclusive property.

Inside, the cabin wasn't lined with standard seats but plush circular sofas like those in a bar lounge, seating over a dozen people. The walls featured wine racks, and there was a small kitchen equipped with a refrigerator and an electric oven.

Throwing a small party aboard wouldn't be an issue.

In the rear was a bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a large bed.

Hardy was pleased with his new plane. He decided to use it for domestic flights in the U.S. or trips to the Cayman Islands, reserving the B-29 for longer flights to Japan, Hong Kong, or Penang, where its extended range was advantageous.

At lunchtime, John Skelly invited Hardy to dine together, using the opportunity to introduce Douglas Aircraft Company's other products. He even suggested that Hardy invest in the company and become a shareholder.

At the time, the civilian aviation industry wasn't particularly thriving. Competition was fierce in the U.S., with Douglas Aircraft competing against stronger rivals like Boeing and Lockheed, as well as smaller aircraft manufacturers that were catching up. The market was limited, and technological advancements required rapid updates. For these reasons, Douglas sought additional investors.

However, Hardy wasn't interested in investing in Douglas.

He knew that in the future, this company would go bankrupt. Although he wasn't entirely sure of the reasons, knowing that it wouldn't grow into a dominant player was enough for him to avoid it.

Why not invest in Lockheed or Boeing instead?

This is one of the advantages of being a time traveler. Even without knowing the precise reasons behind a company's struggles, Hardy could avoid many pitfalls by focusing on those that were destined to thrive.

Investing in companies that would grow and succeed in the future almost guaranteed substantial returns.

Many investment firms spread their funds across a hundred companies, hoping a few would succeed. If even a handful of these investments became profitable, it would already be a great outcome.

But Hardy could precisely invest in companies he knew would flourish in the future.

Even if he did nothing else, just by using Wells Fargo Bank to invest in future winners, his assets would undoubtedly reach astronomical levels.

Hardy boarded his new plane and flew back to Los Angeles. He couldn't help but notice how much quieter a professional passenger aircraft was—flying in it was a much more comfortable experience.

He had notified Andy in advance to pick him up at the airport—not because he needed a ride, but to show off his new plane. Showing off is only human, even for a 30-year-old like Hardy.

Taking Andy on a tour of the plane, Hardy grinned and said, "Andy, you're now the CEO of Hardy Group, worth billions. Isn't it time you got yourself a private plane?"

Andy shook his head.

"I'm not that foolish. Spending so much money on a plane, plus the ongoing maintenance costs? I'd only use it a few times a year. If I ever need one, can't I just borrow yours? That way, I even save on fuel costs."

Hardy gave him a side-eye look.

Andy laughed and asked, "What's the matter? Wouldn't you lend it to me?"

Hardy gave Andy a thumbs-up. "You're clever."

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"Hahaha!"

The two laughed together.

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