The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 427 Capital is not the truth, guns are
After dinner, Chen Zhengwei sat down on the sofa at the side.

Asking a few people to sit aside, Chen Zhengwei asked:

"Do you know Pratt & Whitney? Are they listed on the stock market?"

"Mr. Chen, are you talking about the machinery manufacturing company in Connecticut?" One of them opened the document in his hand, looked through it for a moment, then looked up and asked.

"The owners of the company are partners, one is called Pratt and the other is called Whitney..."

“That’s them!”

"They have already gone public, and there are about $300 million worth of shares circulating in the New York market, which is close to half of their total capitalization."

"I want to short them...you guys think about how to do it!" Chen Zhengwei was sure that their company had already gone public, so there would be no problem.

300 million is not a lot. If you short it yourself, you can probably only make more than one million... Well, actually this is not a small amount.

It's only because of the 60 million in compensation paid by the US government that this one million doesn't seem like a small amount.

In fact, the combined income of all his businesses in San Francisco is less than one million a month. The club and the slot machines in the entire San Francisco only make a profit of five or six hundred thousand a month.

In this era, millionaires have become the focus of attention wherever they go.

"Mr. Chen, do you need me to introduce you to the situation of this company?" the stockbroker asked. It was obvious that Chen Zhengwei didn't even know whether this company was listed or not, and knew nothing about the company.

"No need, you just need to think about how to short this company!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand. He didn't need to understand the situation of this company, or even know how to operate it.

All he needs to know is how to trade stocks.

Let professionals do the rest.

"Mr. Chen, if you want to short sell, you just need to borrow the stocks of this company and sell them at the market price. Then set a transaction date and repay with the stocks of this company." The other party said.

"You guys will be in charge of the operation. I will try my best to get all the stocks in the market and then sell them. And it has to be done quickly! Can you do it?" Chen Zhengwei said.

“Price is not an issue!”

"As for your fees, I'll give you 1%."

"Of course!" The two nodded immediately. This was a big deal.

For this kind of transaction, the handling fee is calculated based on the selling price. Under normal circumstances, a 1% handling fee would be at least $ or $.

"I'll have someone go with you to the exchange tomorrow! I only have one request, it has to be quick! Three days, I'll give you three days. I don't have much patience!" said Chen Zhengwei.

He couldn't wait to kill those two idiots.

"The delivery time is ten days later!"

"We will try our best!" the two vowed.

Eastman listened to all this and thought that if he could invest some money, he should be able to make some money with Chen Zhengwei.

He believed that Chen Zhengwei would not do business that would lose money.

Of course, the bulk of the money belongs to Chen Zhengwei, and he only needs to invest a little bit of money, tens of thousands of dollars.

……

The next evening, Chen Zhengwei, dressed in a white gentleman's suit, and Lin Changning got into the carriage.

He prefers purple now, but he has worn it several times in Washington and he has to change his clothes to a new color.

Lin Changning was wearing a white cheongsam and a shawl.

Wherever they go, they attract everyone's attention.

At this time, the street lights on the roadside had just been lit, and a group of five carriages arrived at the British Embassy in New York, and then got off in front of the main building.

Through the window, you can see that the room is brightly lit and some people are sitting on the sofa chatting.

"Huh?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised.

"Why is it so bright?" Lin Changning was also a little surprised when he saw the brilliant lights inside the gate.

Although the rich would light gas lamps everywhere in their manors just to increase the brightness, the gas lamps themselves were somewhat dim.

But it's obviously different here.

The brightness of this light cannot be achieved by gas lamps.

"It's the electric light!" Chen Zhengwei said, and at the same time he thought about it. He had seen news about Edison Electric Company in the newspaper before.

I can totally invest in Edison's company.

There is another person, I think his name is Tesla? Where is he now?
Chen Zhengwei was not very clear about these things, after all, he had not paid much attention to them before.

However, some important people and technologies are still known.

For example, telephones, electricity, electric lights, cars...

"Electric lights? We can install them in San Francisco too!" Lin Changning was immediately excited. The manor in San Francisco was being built. If electric lights were installed everywhere, it would be much better than gas lamps.

She liked the feeling of the glow of the lights.

"Of course!"

While the two were talking, Edward Thornton, who was talking to someone inside the door, smiled and waved at them.

"Welcome, I'm glad to see you!"

But Chen Zhengwei was not very happy. He didn't like others waving at him.

This action will make him feel like he is calling a dog.

Moreover, the other party was obviously proud of his status and did not come out to greet him.

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and kept this matter in mind, planning to find a chance to kill him later.

Lin Changning took his arm, and the two walked over with smiles on their faces. Chen Zhengwei glanced around the hall and saw that there were fifty or sixty people in the hall. Many of them stopped talking and looked over.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei's gaze, everyone nodded slightly to show their friendliness.

"Good evening! It looks very lively here!" Chen Zhengwei followed Lin Changning with a smile.

"Of course, this is specially prepared for you! Every gentleman here wants to meet you!" Edward Thornton did not notice Chen Zhengwei's displeasure and said with a smile:
"Those ladies also want to hear your legendary story!" "And this beautiful lady, full of charm! Welcome!" Edward Thornton nodded.

Edward Thornton exchanged a few pleasantries, then introduced a middle-aged man around 40 years old next to him: "This is Andrew Carnegie, Mr. Carnegie, a great gentleman."

Carnegie came from an ordinary family, but he became an American steel tycoon through his own efforts, which is truly commendable.

Of course, British capital also contributed to this, but British capital only enabled it to develop faster and stand higher.

"Although we have never met, we have actually dealt with each other! Good evening, Mr. Chen!" Carnegie smiled gently.

"Of course!" Chen Zhengwei laughed and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Carnegie.

Carnegie had previously sent someone to contact him to sell the Chicago steel mill to him.

So he had a good impression of Carnegie.

A very smart person.

"Well, it's time to introduce you to today's gentlemen and ladies!" Edward Thornton walked towards the banquet hall with Chen Zhengwei and said loudly:
"Gentlemen, ladies, and ladies, tonight's important person has arrived! An American legend, a leader of the Chinese community! Even if I don't say his name, you know who he is!"

There was immediate applause in the hall.

Edward Thornton then introduced the guests in the hall to Chen Zhengwei.

Cyrus Westfield, founder of the Atlantic Cable Company.

Jay Gould, a Pacific Railroad tycoon.

James J. Hill, of the Northern Railroad.

Shipping and railroad tycoon, William Henry Vanderbilt of the Vanderbilt family.

Whig Stephenson, president of the Erie Railroad.

George Pullman of Pullman & Co.

Charles Pratt, founder of Pratt Oil and now director of Logos Oil…

JP Morgan of Morgan Bank...

There are others such as directors of the Bank of New York and the Bank of Detroit.

The people here are top American capitalists, and they are also supported by British capital.

Edward Thornton introduced them to Chen Zhengwei to prevent what happened to Leland Stanford from happening again.

There are also British people behind Leland Stanford.

At the same time, these capitalists also have their eyes on the huge profits in Chicago and the West.

Chen Zhengwei greeted everyone with a smile, especially JP Morgan. Chen Zhengwei stared at him for a moment, then grinned with a bit of malice.

"Mr. Morgan, I know you! I believe we will get along very well in the future!"

The hair on the back of JP Morgan's neck stood up.

Before he could speak, Chen Zhengwei had already walked away and looked at other people, which made JP Morgan's face look a little uncertain.

To be fair, he didn't take Chen Zhengwei seriously before.

The war between the Chinese and the US government was just a farce in their eyes.

It was not until Chen Zhengwei robbed some banks in Chicago and they, the spectators, were burned by the fire that he became a little angry and casually tripped Chen Zhengwei.

But it was obvious that the British side valued Chen Zhengwei more than he imagined.

If he wanted to stop Britain from providing aid to Chen Zhengwei, it would cost him a greater price, which would be completely unnecessary.

Now it was obvious that the Chinese man bore a grudge against him.

This made him a little unhappy, but he also didn't want to continue the conflict with Chen Zhengwei.

A moment later, the banquet began and JP Morgan found an opportunity to come to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei is chatting with Jay Gould, a Pacific railroad tycoon.

The railway that spans the east and west of the United States is the Pacific Railroad.

"Would your railway company like to hire our security personnel? You can trust the combat quality of my people! At least much higher than that of the army! We are professionals in security!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Very interested, maybe we should find time to talk in detail!" Jay Gould said with a smile.

Then, seeing JP Morgan coming, Jay Gould said goodbye and walked aside to leave space for the two.

He noticed that there seemed to be some conflict between the two men.

"Mr. Chen, maybe there is some misunderstanding between us!" JP Morgan came over and said with a smile.

"Misunderstanding?" Chen Zhengwei asked playfully.

"To tell you the truth, you robbed my bank, and then I tried to trip you up a little, but I failed. So now I have suffered a bigger loss, and you have not suffered any loss." JP Morgan did not hide it. He knew that he had tried to trip you up, and Chen Zhengwei must have known about it.

There is no point in hiding it.

"I don't want to pursue what happened before. Let's just let it go. It will be good for both of us!" JP Morgan felt that he was very sincere.

"You don't want to pursue it... Do you think it's your problem not to pursue it? Have you ever asked for my opinion?" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"To be reasonable..." JP Morgan frowned and continued.

"Talk about reason? Mr. Morgan, you have to understand one thing, capital is not reason, guns are!" Chen Zhengwei interrupted him directly.

"Obviously, you don't have a point, but I do!"

　Traveling through a strange world, he was given the job of a ghost messenger by the underworld.

　　Killing weird things can improve your cultivation!
　　Xu Mo felt that it was time to let these lawless weirdness feel the

　　The power of the underworld gods!
　　From the lowest-ranking [ghost messenger] to the [Fengdu Emperor] who rules the underworld;
　　From holding the [Soul-Catching Rope] to controlling the [Six Paths of Reincarnation].

　　Xu Mo overlooks the world.

　　Weird and difficult to defeat?
　　I have eighteen levels of hell, which level do you want to be sent to?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)