North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 40 The feeling of throwing money at people

"Where's Vic? Get him out right now!"

"Vic, Vic, get out here! Don't think we can't find you if you hide!"

"Jason, you've been in arrears with our payments for so long, pay us back immediately!"

"Jason, you damn Irishman, give me back my money!"

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Before the shareholders' meeting was over, a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the three-story shipyard building, making a lot of noise.

Ah Zu heard the shouting outside and stood up: "Let's go, let's go meet the creditors!"

As soon as I went downstairs with a few people, I saw Ross, the owner of Bay Area Bank, waving a loan contract and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Vic, Archbishop Evan backed you up last time, so you were able to dodge it. This time, let's see how you can dodge it!"

In addition to Ross, there were several of Jason's creditors who were also waving debt documents and looking aggressive.

"What's the dog barking about? Isn't it just the $10,000 down payment?"

A-Zu stretched out his hand and said to Daisy, "Give me the money!"

Daisy took out a thick stack of US dollars from her small handbag and handed it to A-Zu.

"Ten thousand dollars, huh?"

A-Zu took two steps forward and threw the thick stack of US dollar bills at Ross's greasy face.

"Here's yours! Write down the receipt and get the hell out of our shipyard!"

Ross was startled by the dollar hitting his face and quickly lowered his head to pick up the money.

But someone is faster than him!
Vic took two steps forward and picked up the stack of US dollars.

"Isn't it just $10,000? Damn Jew, I'll give it back to you!"

Vic waved the wad of US dollars and hit Ross in the face again.

"It seems so satisfying to slap someone in the face with money!"

Jason, smoking a cherry wood pipe, suddenly brightened up and said quickly, "Little Daisy, give me some money! I want to slap you in the face with money too!"

Jason followed suit and threw thick stacks of US dollars at the faces of several creditors.

"Hahaha, it really feels great!"

Jason smiled happily as he saw several creditors looking confused and bending down to pick up the money.

Not only was I happy to slap myself in the face with money, but I also paid off all my debts in just a month and a half. This feeling of relief was really great.

Ross bent down to pick up the stack of US dollars, dipped his saliva in it, and counted the amount one by one.

After writing the receipt, Ross, feeling embarrassed, looked at Zu, Vic and the others with a gloomy look.

"Gentlemen, even though you've paid off the down payment on the mortgage, you still owe me a full $30,000!"

"One day or another, I will let you know how stupid it is to offend a banker!"

"Banker?" A-Zu smiled faintly: "Perhaps, you won't be one soon!"

Ross was stunned: "Yellow monkey, what do you mean?"

A Zu replied, "I think the name Bay Area Bank is great! But you don't deserve it!"

"Damn yellow monkey, you want my Bay Area Bank to change its name?"

"No, no, no! Changing the bank's name is too troublesome!" A Zu shook his head: "I just want your bank to change its owner!"

That's right! Ever since Ross pressed for debt, injured Vic, Jason, and Harley, and threatened to force Vic's family into slavery, Zu had his sights set on Bay Area Bank.

Moreover, if you want to become bigger and stronger, a bank of your own is essential!
It's just that I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to deal with this guy. Ross's eyes narrowed slightly, but then he snorted coldly: "You damn yellow monkey, you are so arrogant!"

A Zu didn't say anything, but slowly extended three fingers to him.

"Yellow monkey, what do you mean?"

"Three months! Within three months, I will change the owner of your Bay Area Bank!"

"Pfft!" Ross spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Damn monkey, we'll see!"

Faced with the hundreds of shipyard workers who surrounded him, Ross didn't dare to stay any longer and got into the carriage and sped away.

"Lee...!" Vic hesitated, "Are you really going to deal with Ross and his Bay Area Bank?"

A-Zu nodded: "When have I ever said something that didn't count?"

"But we've just started a newspaper, and now we have to deal with Ross. How can we have the strength and energy?"

Ah Zu smiled, turned around and patted Vic's broad shoulders: "Captain, haven't you ever thought about combining these two things into one and doing them all at once?"

"Two things, combined into one thing, done at the same time?"

Not only Vic, but several other shareholders present were also confused.

I have no idea how these two unrelated things can be combined into one thing? How can they be done together?
A-Zu didn't explain too much to them. He returned to the study, made a long list, and asked Jason to go out and purchase it.

Jason took the list, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Li, these are all the supplies and equipment needed for gold mining?"

A-Zu nodded and said, "That's right! The time is almost here. Once we buy a boat, we'll set out to pan for gold."

Jason, who had long wanted to return to Golden Lake, was immediately overjoyed and quickly took another closer look. "The rest are common supplies, but why do you need so much picric acid, nitrocellulose, and small steel balls?"

A-Zu blinked: "Secret!"

"You're a Chinese charlatan!"

Jason was already used to A-Zu's behavior, so he didn't ask any more questions. He took his people and several carriages and went to the street to do some shopping.

In two days, Jason spent more than $10,000 and bought some supplies.

Due to the large purchase quantity, some more needs to be ordered and will arrive later.

The supplies purchased included a large amount of picric acid and small-diameter steel balls.

A Zu selected a dozen workers who were the most meticulous and had the steadiest hands, and personally taught them how to make simple grenades.

Picric acid is an unstable high explosive that easily reacts with metals and is flammable and explosive.

Mixing picric acid and nitrocellulose not only greatly improves the stability of picric acid, but also increases the explosive power.

This was the "magnum" that appeared decades later. It was the main military explosive in the world from the 1880s to before World War I. Its explosive power was hundreds of times that of today's black powder.

Three ounces (about 85 grams) of "Maglin" were rolled into a block by hand, and after inserting the black powder fuse, it was sealed with wax.

Then the outer layer of the double-layer hollow iron ball custom-made in the Thompson factory was filled with small-diameter steel balls, and the wax-sealed "Merlin Explosives" block was placed into the inner layer. The screws were tightened to complete the seal, leaving only a black powder fuse outside.

It is currently impossible to mass-produce advanced firearms, so only by using this method to improve self-defense capabilities can we have the confidence to pan for gold in the wilderness.

Outside the shipyard, in the deserted wilderness, A-Zu personally ignited a simple grenade he had made.

Throw it far away.

"Boom!"

A few seconds later, dozens of meters away, a brilliant yellow ball of light suddenly rose up, accompanied by a deafening roar!

"hey-hey!"

Ah Zu smiled and clapped his hands: "It's done!"

(End of this chapter)