mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 443 Mr. Morgan, It Has to Be You

Abraham Cohen found Zhao Chuanxin and told the story.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: "It's all about what, if it's troublesome, just deal with it. I just think that the old boy is not a good guy in prison."

He raised his sword finger and made a gesture.

Abraham Cohen said dejectedly: "I'm mainly afraid that he will find trouble with Rebecca."

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "All franchisees are within the protection scope of our food truck gang, including Rebecca. Don't worry, people are in the tower, and anyone who touches my property will die."

Abraham Cohen knew it.

Before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin asked him to call Brother Smith over.

It was Big Smith who came: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

"How's business going?" Zhao Chuanxin asked casually.

"Very good, very powerful, I have almost filled the streets of Brooklyn." Big Smith beamed.

This is much better than their brothers guarding the Cotton Nightclub.

In the past, their brothers would always be a whole, but now they have the strength to separate the waves.

Big Smith hesitated and said: "But there is also a problem. There is a group called the 'Southern Front', they are all white, and they often trouble our non-white franchisees. beat back."

In the United States, where there is money, there are people and power.

The Smith Brothers are now more popular on the streets than they used to be, and they are well-managed. Of course, most of them are black people who live with him.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about this: "You send some people to Avenue A, and keep an eye on Rebecca's dining car. If anyone makes trouble, go help."

"I know the boss."

Wait for Big Smith to leave.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's preoccupation, Thomas W. Lawson asked with a smile, "Boss, are you thinking about that young woman?"

"I'm a person who has long since left high-level tastes. How can I miss these things?" Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "I just feel like I missed something, but I can't remember it for a while."

Thomas W. Lawson had only heard of breaking away from vulgar tastes, and he couldn't turn his head: "Boss, is it because the newspapers are overwhelmingly proclaiming that we are making money, so you are uneasy? Let me tell you, it doesn't have to be so. I and Jesse has hired gunmen and bodyguards to guard the place 24 hours a day."

As for the boss, does he need someone else to protect him?
Clinker Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Zhuo, it's not good!"

Thomas W. Lawson was stunned: "What's the matter?"

He couldn't think of anything else wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin slammed his fist on the table: "Quick, tear Jessie off the woman's belly, and help me collect information on major industries that can be invested, especially the steel industry, and secondly, car manufacturing And industries such as aircraft and ships. No, but I will collect all industries worth investing in."

Thomas W. Lawson dissuaded: "Boss, now is not a good time to invest. The stock prices of all walks of life are still falling. Why not buy the bottom?"

He has committed an old problem, and he is still in short-term thinking and cannot extricate himself.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "If you are told to go, go quickly."

He remembered that Jesse Livermore had been exposed.

And those old guys, including Da Luo, already knew that Jesse Livermore was working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Then it means that they now know that Zhao Chuanxin has made money.

This group of dogs has always harbored malicious intentions.

Zhao Chuanxin may not be afraid if he meets head-on.

I'm afraid that they will make trouble behind their backs.

Then it is better to carry out the next stage of layout as soon as possible and spread the money out.

World War I would boost the global economy and make a fortune.Wait until the next crisis in 1929 before cashing out.

As for the ticket price not reaching the bottom, this is nothing but drizzle for long-term investment.

Thomas W. Lawson hurried to his work.

Zhao Chuanxin was still uneasy in his heart. Apart from this, he seemed to have forgotten something else.

But I really can't remember it.

……

143 Wall Street, the headquarters of The Wall Street Journal.

The phone on the desk of the reporter whose camera was shot flying by Zhao Chuanxin suddenly rang.

He answered the phone: "Hi, this is The Wall Street Journal."

A bright female voice rang on the other end of the phone, speaking in unproficient English: "Hello, I have a clue that you will be interested in."

"Ma'am, may I ask your name first?"

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Well then, please tell me." The reporter did not continue to ask questions.

Because those who are able to make calls now, or those who can make calls, generally have a small fortune.

And the clues provided by such people are generally valuable.

"I want to tell you that the so-called 'King of New York' Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin..."

"What?" The reporter was stunned. "Ma'am, please stop joking!"

But what the other party said next shocked the reporter even more: "Not only that, but Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson both worked for Zhao Chuanxin. In other words, Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of this The turmoil on Wall Street, making at least $5000 million..."

As the woman spoke slowly, the reporter's face flushed with excitement.

This is fucking news of the century!
He suddenly thought of that mysterious Asian... I Zhuo!
It turned out that he had met the famous "Far East Butcher" Zhao Chuanxin face to face!

With the woman's well-founded narration, various clues became coherent in the reporter's mind.

Yes, only Zhao Chuanxin has the fighting power of "King of New York".

That's why in the Asian he saw, he felt a murderous spirit, which made him unable to resist.

"Ma'am, please be sure to provide your name."

"Okay, that's all for now." As a result, the other party hung up the phone directly.

reporter:"……"

……

When the Episcopal Convention in Richmond was over, JP Morgan took the train and arrived in New York on Sunday morning, October 10. He didn't go home, or even go to the hotel to wash up, but went straight to his office. .

A room full of partners is like ants on a hot pan.

Several people talked to him about what happened during this time.

"Fritz Heinze and Charles Morse, two greedy ghosts, are to blame."

"And two dogs, Lawson and Livermore."

In fact, some people also complained about JP Morgan. If he hadn't announced the cessation of cooperation with Charles Barney's trust company, the matter might not have been as serious as it is now.

This incident became the trigger for the expansion and spread of the financial crisis, and all major banks in the United States were reluctant to lend.

Now the interest on the loan has reached 120%.

The issuance of bonds in New York has been slowed down due to Zhao Chuanxin's interference before, and as a result, it is even more difficult to issue them now.

Major trust companies and banks, and even New York City, were insolvent.

Says one partner: "All the panics of the past are child's play compared to the present."

Another partner said: "I am afraid the run will continue, and if it is allowed to spread, the consequences will be dire."

"Mr. Morgan, please, act, act to save the situation. Only you have this reputation and ability."

JP Morgan was very calm and remained silent for a while.

This is what he wanted.

This crisis is the best time for him to build up his reputation and at the same time usurp power.

It took him a while before he said, "There will be me, George Baker, Chairman of First National Bank, and James Stillman, President of National City Bank, the three of us forming the highest command team for this crisis.

George W. Perkins, Henry Davidson and Benjamin Strong, vice presidents of the First National Bank, and assistants to George Baker, you constitute the investigative committee.

The rest are responsible for helping to deliver the message.

The investigation committee will investigate those healthy and unhealthy trust companies, and then we will discuss which ones should be saved or abandoned. "

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Someone wept with joy, and even cried: "Mr. Morgan, it has to be you. Lawson and Livermore, these two sons of bitches, they are arrogant now, and they don't take us seriously, especially Jesse Livermore, he's shorting the market right now. You're going to teach this young man a lesson in how to behave and respect his elders."

JP Morgan nodded calmly: "I'm going to visit Jesse Livermore now."

He was just in the bathroom, simply brushing his teeth and washing his face, and then set off with his entourage.

Thomas W. Lawson's office has been moved, 55 Wall Street, with a huge sign outside, reading: Lawson Trust Company.

No one came or went here, but there were two guards standing downstairs in windbreakers and hats, their collars turned up.

Those who fiddled with their collars like this were either bodyguards or detectives.

JP Morgan got out of the carriage, leaned on the ground with a stick of civilization, looked up at the sign, stepped forward and said to the two bodyguards: "I'm here to find Mr. Livermore."

"I need a body search," said one of the bodyguards.

JP Morgan's bodyguard said angrily: "This is the first time I heard that trust companies need to be searched when they come and go?"

So who else will handle the business?
The bodyguard shrugged: "Sorry, that's what the boss said, it's an extraordinary time."

Threats had already been made to kill Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson.

In this financial turmoil, people suffered heavy losses, and those who hated the two were like crucian carp crossing the river. Among them, the best one was "Ice King" Charles Morse, who was the happiest.

On the contrary, Fritz Heinze was very calm and even refused any interviews.

JP Morgan's bodyguard was about to say something, but he stopped him: "Forget it, let them search. Remember, after you go up, you'd better not say anything and be polite. This is very important, otherwise it will not be your protection." I, but I have to find a way to protect you."

The bodyguard was stunned.

JP Morgan was very reticent, and it was the first time he spoke so many words to them.

But how to understand the following words?

Why does it feel like Mr. Morgan looks a little in awe?

In his position, who else would he be afraid of?
The security personnel found a revolver and a dagger from JP Morgan's bodyguard.

The bodyguard dared not speak out.

"Okay, you can go up. After you come down, the weapon will be returned to you."

　When others say water, you say water.

　　As long as you don't skip and watch, all kinds of clues will poke your big eyeballs.

　　Then there are all kinds of small pendants on Captain Zhao. From the beginning to now, are there still few eliminated?
　　It's not Han Li's little green bottle, why can't it be eliminated?
　　Ah, the interval between eliminating pendants this time is a bit long, ah, it is completely unacceptable, right? Fragile items need to be protected, and you are fragile and careful, right?

　　If you think that Captain Zhao is not good at relying on small pendants, and you think there are too few small pendants for practicing skills, I will directly give you a two-way foil for co-authoring, and you will be able to flatten the earth; otherwise, I will give you a Sequence Five life hunter The fate of the great powers is stolen by identity theft, and the military, economic, cultural, technological, and XXXX nine-athlon will soon crush the world. Will the whole drama be okay in the end?
　　Blindly eat fish, right?

　　The author's level is indeed very limited, but Cao Cao traveled through Wu Dalang, no matter whether he is high or low, isn't we always right in terms of temperament?

　　If you keep chattering, Jinlian next door won't impress you, and will pull your lazy strings down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)