mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 385
However, the townspeople only frightened him, and didn't really do anything.

Freddy Pavit was relieved, and he summoned Ning An: "You look more friendly, I would like to invite you to the town to chat with the residents."

Ning An's jet-black flowing middle hair and "beautiful" facial features have become a bit more sassy after being honed during this period of time.

He nodded: "No problem, I'll go and test it out first."

Shiwei September, autumn is crisp.

It has been sunny for many days, but everyone knows that the rainfall is high at this time, and God will turn his face when he says that he will turn his face.

The air is faintly filled with the moisture before the storm.

Ning An chatted with the townspeople of Kurdex.

"Dude, let me ask you a question, you are a man, right?"

Ning An's eyelids twitched, and he really wanted to shoot this cheap man.

"Yes." He suppressed his anger. "What do you think of the apex weapon factory?"

The man shrugged: "I have no problem, because I haven't lost my job yet."

"Ah?" Ning An was a little confused, feeling that the donkey's lips were wrong: "What does this have to do with unemployment?"

The man rolled his eyes: "Don't you understand? Oh, forgot, you are a cowboy, and you have not been unemployed for a while. Do you know that many people are unemployed? The construction of the Vertex Weapons Factory did not hire a local Manpower, do you think they will be happy?"

Ning An felt that he had grasped the point, and quickly took out a cigarette and handed it over, but he himself didn't smoke, and he didn't have this habit.

He deliberately prepared this cigarette, because he always saw Zhao Chuanxin socializing by passing cigarettes.

The man took the cigarette, put it under his nose and sniffed it, couldn't help lighting it up, puffed out the smoke comfortably, and sure enough, he started talking: "Since the big earthquake in San Francisco last year, many people have lost their jobs.

People in our town feel that the apex weapons factory will not hire local people and damage the environment, so of course they are not happy.

You know, Lake Putnam is a shining pearl of Kurdex.

Even if this pearl is destroyed, at least everyone must have enough to eat, right? "

Ning An knew what happened but didn't know why.

And the man knows only that the unemployment rate is increasing.

From 1894 to 1904, the United States made great strides on the road to industrialization and even replaced Britain.

During this period of time, financiers actively matched up, swayed their long-sleeved communication skills and the charm of banknotes in their hands, and integrated more than 1800 companies in the United States into more than 80.

This number is staggering, and behind it is no idea how many large companies have grown by acquiring weaker competitors during difficult economic times.

In ten years, the total assets of U.S. financial institutions have grown from $91 billion to $210 billion.

In the economic crisis triggered by the San Francisco earthquake that Zhao Chuanxin made a fortune last year, the total loss of San Francisco at that time was 3.5 million to 5 million U.S. dollars, accounting for 1906% of the U.S. gross national product in 1.2.

Originally, since 1904, the money supply has been tightening, and the large-scale demand for funds triggered by the San Francisco earthquake last year has exacerbated this trend.

Asset prices slowly fell slightly.

从1906年9月到1907年2月底，美国全部上市公司的股票指数下跌了7.7%。

In the process of tightening the money supply, it seems that prices have fallen, which seems to be beneficial to the people.

But in fact, the decline in commodity prices also allows companies to reduce costs and reduce production, leading to an increase in unemployment.

Everything changes quietly and quietly.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't been familiar with the history of several economic crises, he would certainly not have felt the precursor of "the rain is about to come and the building is full of wind", let alone Ning'an and ordinary people.

The man sighed and said melancholy: "Those bullshit bankers on Wall Street claimed in the newspaper that the financial market is recovering recently, but the number of unemployed people has not decreased at all. It can be seen that these sons of bitches are talking nonsense."

Ning An didn't know that the phenomenon the man said was directly related to Thomas W. Lawson under Zhao Chuanxin.

Ning An got the answer she wanted, and went back to reply to Freddy Pavitt.

Freddy Pavitt patted his forehead, which was getting more and more hair loss: "What kind of bullshit environmental pollution, so that's it! I didn't think carefully, thinking that the mayor readily agreed, and it also represented the ideas of the townspeople. Now that the crux of the problem is found, then It's settled!"

Just increase local jobs.

……

Let's talk about Zhao Chuanxin.

After breakfast, he rode to New York City on Mishan.

He was accompanied by Marcus Nkrumah on a strong black Morgan.

Zhao Chuanxin could even see a hint of complaint from the horse's face.

It's so heavy.

But for Mishan, the bonus given by the elastic boots is like riding a moped alone, going uphill and downhill happily.

An ordinary horse can travel 150 kilometers a day, and the rice mountain can quadruple.

After entering the city, Marcus Nkrumah on horseback became dazzling, shining like a black light bulb.

Zhao Chuanxin, who is Asian, can only come in second.

Looking at those malicious eyes, Zhao Chuanxin felt his hands itch unbearably, and remembered the scene of blood flowing into rivers.

Until arriving in the Brooklyn area, the hostile gaze turned into a surprised expression.

Most of the people living here are people of color from the bottom of society, and black people account for [-]%.

In New York, which is in the oceanic climate zone, the temperature in September is not fixed.

It's cool today.

Marcus Nkrumah's well-fitting and neat overalls, and his magnificent horse, are glamorous and outstanding among his kind.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper, looked at the address on it, compared the street and house number, and came to a house and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a fat black woman who was one of the few at this time, looking at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah, who was leading the horse, vigilantly and suspiciously.

Her tone was bad: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Chuanxin intentionally called his name instead of his surname to show his familiarity: "I'm looking for your second child, Isaiah."

But the fat black woman still didn't let go of her guard: "Did he get into trouble? It's not as bad as your family, you should know the rules!"

"Not yet, but if you don't call him out, you will definitely cause trouble in the future." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Because I am doing his brother a favor and finding him a job."

The black fat woman's eyes lit up: "What you said is true?"

Her two children like to cause trouble and hang out on the streets. One has already been imprisoned, and the other has been wandering on the verge of being imprisoned all year round.

Isn't it because you don't have a job?

It was not easy for blacks to find jobs. Samuel Gompers, leader of the New York Federation of Labor, publicly stated that trade unions were prepared for whites, not for blacks.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Of course, now you go and call him out."

Isaiah is not tall, with curly hair combed into locks.

With a wide jaw and protruding eyeballs, it looks like a monster.

He was wearing a cheap crumpled linen shirt that looked like a rag, and he came out with his arms swaying, with a deliberately rebellious look on his face, looking at Zhao Chuanxin as if finding fault.

But after seeing the size of the two of them, the arrogance became shorter.

Zhao Chuanxin is fine, but Marcus Nkrumah looks like a silverback gorilla.

This would be a conflict that could kill Isaiah.

Isaiah coughed dryly. He originally wanted to raise his voice, but subconsciously lowered his voice: "What do you want from me?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his mother and pulled him aside: "Your brother asked me to come. This is a letter written by him. Do you read it?"

Isaiah nodded, took the letter and read it.

Then hand it back to Zhao Chuanxin: "Yes, he wrote it. So, what do you want me to do?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was annoyed: "You read it and don't know why you are looking for me?"

"Um, I can understand his name and the handwriting of his name, but I can't understand the rest."

Also a talent.

Zhao Chuanxin cut to the chase: "I'm short of manpower, your brother recommended you to me, do you want to do it?"

As soon as I heard about the shortage of manpower, Isaiah knew instinctively that it was not a legal and compliant business.

He didn't even think about it: "Do it, is it good?"

Zhao Chuanxin is seriously short of money.

So he lacked confidence: "Take care of food and drink, there is wine and meat."

But Isaiah didn't want to say yes: "That's good, but you have to keep your promise."

Shit, Zhao Chuanxin never expected that the requirements of this product are so low.

I thought he would at least offer a weekly salary of 2 yuan.

He didn't know how difficult it was for blacks at this time, let alone the unemployment rate of whites was rising.

Since he promised to do something, Zhao Chuanxin was not polite: "Okay, come with me, and help me recruit some people."

Isaiah went back to whisper something to his mother, went back to the house and took a dagger and stuffed it in the back.

"Boss, who do we go to now?"

"Go to the ten Smith brothers."

"Boss, they are not easy to mess with. The Cotton Nightclub managed by these brothers, the youngest protected the place and injured white people and went to jail. They are very famous. They are unlikely to do anything for you."

The implication is that these few people are living a prosperous life, making money, dare to beat white people openly, and will not bend their waists for five buckets of rice.

"Hehe, they can't refuse the conditions I offered."

Isaiah looked at Marcus Nkrumah, and thought that the Smith brothers might not have beaten this humanoid beast together.

He looked enviously at Zhao Chuanxin and the two riding horses.

Whether in New York or anywhere else, very few blacks ride horses.

In the Midwest, however, there are many Asian cowboys riding horses.

When we arrived at the Cotton Nightclub, it was already dark.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the horse to the doorman at the door: "Take care of my horse."

Cotton Nightclub has peeling patent-leather signs outside and a giant poster of Cotton, a saxophone and a black cat on the wall.

He took the two upstairs.

When we got to the door, we heard jazz music and voices coming from the hall.

It was quite lively.

No wonder Isaiah said that the Smith brothers were doing well.

"Boss, the one with the scar on his face at the door is the biggest Smith."

Isaiah has been wandering the streets all year round, and knows the people in the rivers and lakes like the back of his hand.

Big Smith also saw Isaiah: "Isaiah, I warned you, if you don't have money, don't come to the Cotton Nightclub to play the autumn wind. Poor ghosts are not welcome here."

Isaiah stopped timidly.

"Give yourself some confidence." Zhao Chuanxin patted Isaiah on the shoulder, and when he showed gratitude, Zhao Chuanxin said: "You can tell him that today is to pick up the leftovers."

"..." Isaiah smiled uglier than crying.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, and walked forward: "You are Big Smith? Two, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, where did Smith go?"

Big Smith raised his chin and looked up at Zhao Chuanxin: "You are here for entertainment, then I welcome it. If you come to find fault, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of papers, flipped through them, and took out one and handed it over.

After seeing it, Big Smith narrowed his eyes: "You are the third brother's inmate? Ha ha, do you think you can drive our brothers to do things for you with a piece of paper?"

(End of this chapter)