The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 437 Stock Trading is Really Profitable
When the two stockbrokers arrived at the hotel, they saw Chen Zhengwei sitting on the sofa, looking at a document in his hand.

A very beautiful woman leaned against him, ate a grape herself, and fed one to Chen Zhengwei.

The two did not dare to disturb Chen Zhengwei and just stood quietly aside.

The person next to Chen Zhengwei is Cicely Dupont. He has been feeling a little annoyed lately because this woman is too clingy.

You said you wouldn’t marry me!
What are you bothering me about every day?
Don't you have anything else to do?
However, Chen Zhengwei's mind is not on Cicely DuPont now. He has the information about New York hotels in his hand, and he plans to buy a hotel in New York.

The owner of one of the hotels struck him as very amusing.

Hoffman House, one of the finest hotels in New York, is renowned for its luxurious interiors and high-quality dining services.

The hotel's bars and restaurants are important places for socializing among New York's high society.

In 1872, hotel owner Edward S. Stokes murdered railroad tycoon Jim Fisk due to a business conflict.

He shot and killed the man on the stairs of the opera house.

Then he was released from prison after only four years in jail, and took over the hotel through some means.

"It's him!" Chen Zhengwei handed the information to Aaron.

"Tell him to come to me. I want to talk to him about buying the hotel."

"I like this kind of violent and dangerous people... Do you know why?"

"Because no matter how we treat him, won't other rich people feel grief over the loss of the rabbit?" Aaron thought for a moment and said.

"Not bad, you even know idioms!" Chen Zhengwei laughed. "That's the truth! I want to buy a hotel, but I don't want to spend too much money... I think he is a good fit."

If he bullies an honest person, other rich people will sympathize with him and worry that he will treat them the same way.

So if there is no conflict, Chen Zhengwei does not want to do this. After all, he has to pay attention to his identity now and can't always take advantage of others.

He is a Chinese leader.

But people like Edward S. Stokes are different. His case was very sensational, but he bribed the judge and the jury and ended up only serving four years in prison.

This makes many people dissatisfied.

No matter what I did to him, it is called "Man does it, God sees it".

This is God's arrangement.

"Are you short of money?" Cicely Dupont asked in surprise, while calculating how much money she had in her personal stash and dowry.

Although it is still a long way from buying the best hotel in New York.

"After all, my money is hard-earned. I can't spend it lavishly. I shouldn't spend money that shouldn't be spent!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Oh!"

The two stockbrokers not far away had cold sweats on their backs. They knew too well that Chen Zhengwei's money was earned through hard work. In any case, it must have been other people's blood.

For example, the two founders of Pratt & Sons.

"Brother Wei!" The henchman reminded him and signaled that the stockbroker was coming.

"Come over and talk!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand nonchalantly. He didn't say anything just now. He just discussed the matter of buying a hotel and at most added some bargaining strategies.

"Mr. Chen, the stocks have been processed!" Two stockbrokers came over and said honestly.

"Because of the death of its founder and the fire at the factory, Pratt & Whitney's stock price has fallen from $1 to 39 cents...all the losses have been repaid to date!" said the two stockbrokers as they took out documents from a briefcase and handed them to Chen Zhengwei.

Not only did the two founders of this company die, but their entire family also died, and the factory caught fire.

If the damage from the factory fire had not been limited and the company had a large amount of fixed assets, the stock would have fallen to more than 39 cents.

In fact, the factory did not suffer much loss. If many people did not know that this matter was related to Chen Zhengwei, many people would be interested in taking over this company.

Chen Zhengwei calculated in his mind that he had invested 260 million US dollars and the profit was 61%, which was 158 million US dollars.

However, the interest rate was 2%, which is 5.2 US dollars.

After deducting the commission paid to the agent, he made more than 150 million US dollars.

Just 10 days.

"It's so easy to make money in stock trading that I want to stay in New York to trade stocks!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

When the two agents heard this, they felt even colder on their backs.

"Give them the money! Leave their contact information and I'll come to you if I need help in the future! Remember, keep your mouth shut." Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

This kind of thing can never happen again.

If necessary, he can do it again and not a third time, but he is not short of money now.

He has assets of more than 10 million in Chicago, and his monthly profit is at least more than 1 million. After all, his business has always been highly profitable.

Including San Francisco and the slot machines that are now being rolled out across the United States, the monthly profit exceeds three million, and this number will continue to rise in the future.

After sending the stockbroker away, Chen Zhengwei sent someone to East Hartford to wait for the inheritance of the founder of Pratt Company to be completed, then buy the company and send the factory and workers to Los Angeles.

Then he started thinking about how to get rid of Cicely DuPont.

At least it could divert her attention away from herself.

"Cicely, is there anything you want to do?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"Eat grapes!" Cecily stuffed a grape into his hand and shook her head. "There's nothing I want to do."

Chen Zhengwei has asked this question several times, and her answer is always the same.

"The most important thing for a person is to realize his or her self-worth! I think the social status of American women is too low. Every day they do nothing but wash clothes and stew dishes at home. Don't you think this should change?" Chen Zhengwei said.

"Eat some grapes!" Cecily stuffed another one into his hand.

"Fuck! Damn it!" Chen Zhengwei's hair was about to explode.

Is this woman sick?

Turning around, he saw the henchman laughing on the side. Chen Zhengwei slapped him directly, looking annoyed:

"What's so funny? Tell me and make me happy too!"

At this time, Cicely Dupont spoke softly: "I know you won't be with me for long! I don't want to think about anything now!" When Chen Zhengwei heard this, he knew her expression without even looking at her.

I can't even breathe.

"Let's go out for a walk!" Chen Zhengwei stood up cursing and took Cicely DuPont and his men out shopping, and bought some jewelry for Cicely DuPont.

Although she doesn't lack these.

And what Cicely said was right, Chen Zhengwei was indeed about to leave New York.

We have almost finished discussing things here.

The ammunition production line that the British gave him was also loaded onto a train and sent to Los Angeles.

He recently negotiated a railway from San Francisco to Los Angeles and an investment of more than 20 million US dollars at various banquets.

He had to go back to San Francisco.

……

The next day, a man in his thirties came to the hotel with several bodyguards.

"Hello, Mr. Chen! I am Edward S. Stokes," the man walked to a place not far from Chen Zhengwei and spoke.

"Let him come over!" Chen Zhengwei signaled his men to move aside.

"Mr. Chen, we've met before, at Mr. Carnegie's banquet!" Edward S. Stokes walked up to Chen Zhengwei and said with a smile.

In fact, he is also a powerful figure in the New York social circle. When he learned that Chen Zhengwei was going to buy his hotel, his heart started pounding and he felt that he was in trouble.

But he soon realized that this was a trouble, but also an opportunity.

"The first time is strange, the second time is familiar. Since we are familiar with each other, it will be easier to talk to us!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

He didn't think of the other person because he had met too many people at various cocktail parties recently.

"Mr. Stokes, please sit down! You should know the situation. I want to buy the Hoffman House! Just name a price!" Chen Zhengwei said.

"Since Mr. Chen wants to buy it, there is no reason for me to refuse!" Edward S. Stokes had already thought of what to say before coming.

"Mr. Chen, I can give you 50% of the shares. You don't have to pay a penny, I'll give it to you! Then I will be responsible for the management." Edward S. Stokes said.

The current market value of Hoffman House is over a million dollars. Giving half of the shares to Chen Zhengwei means giving away $50.

But with the help of Chen Zhengwei's influence, his other businesses will be much easier to do.

He could definitely make it back from somewhere else.

"So generous?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. "I want the whole hotel."

"Then give it all to Mr. Chen!" Edward S. Stokes said without even a pause.

Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows, stared at him closely, and took a few puffs of his cigar: "What do you want?"

"I can raise another million dollars and want to cooperate with Mr. Chen. We will do whatever Mr. Chen says," said Edward S. Stokes.

"Damn, I'm starting to like you!" Chen Zhengwei pointed the cigar in his hand at Stokes and said with a smile.

This guy is really fucking ruthless.

As far as he knew, Edward S. Stokes had just been out of prison for two years and was now worth just over one million dollars.

This hotel is most of his assets.

He said that if he wanted to raise another million dollars, he would not only have to mortgage his house but also borrow money.

"Are you familiar with New York's social circles?" Chen Zhengwei asked after thinking for a while.

He was originally prepared to give this guy $100,000, but now it seems that this guy is a talent.

He is very courageous. Whether it was killing people in the opera house or giving the million-dollar hotel directly to himself, it all shows that this guy is very courageous, dares to think and act, and is full of adventurous spirit.

The only problem is that he is a little impulsive, but Chen Zhengwei doesn't think this is a disadvantage.

How many of his subordinates are not impulsive?

Moreover, this guy is a local boss in New York and is very familiar with New York's social circles.

"I plan to open the largest club, casino, and brothel in New York. It will be the most luxurious den of money in New York! What do you think?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

In fact, he had been thinking about this issue before.

There are a lot of clubs in New York, but the top clubs are all political.

The club's primary function was socializing, so like the previous United Club, it did not offer casinos or prostitutes.

Clubs with casinos and prostitutes are of a lower standard.

So he decided to open the largest gold-spending den in New York.

After all, this is where the largest number of rich people in the United States are located.

The real top celebrities, such as JP Morgan, will not come.

But his target is the ordinary wealthy people, those with assets of hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars.

"In New York, gambling is illegal. If other people run a small club like this, it's fine. But if it's big, the New York police can't pretend not to see it. After all, this is the financial center of the United States, and everyone's eyes are on it."

Edward S. Stokes smiled when he said this: "But if Mr. Chen does it, there will definitely be no problem."

No one dared to cause trouble for Chen Zhengwei's industry.

At least no one dared to do so until the army won.

"That's you! I will invest 20 million US dollars, you will be responsible for management, and you will get % of the shares!" Chen Zhengwei nodded.

He had been considering this club before, but he just didn't have the right people.

The person in front of me is just right.

He is rich and powerful, while the other party is a local tyrant in New York with his own circle of contacts.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Chen!" Edward S. Stokes also smiled, knowing that he had won the bet.

(End of this chapter)