The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Abraham Cohen found Zhao Chuanxin and told what happened.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: It's all the same. If it's trouble, just deal with it. That old boy is in prison and I'll see that he's not a good person.

He raised his sword finger and made a gesture.

Abraham Cohen said dejectedly: I am mainly afraid of the trouble he will cause when he goes to find Rebecca.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: All franchisees are within the protection scope of our food truck gang, including Rebecca. Don't worry, everyone is here, and whoever touches my property will die.

Abraham Cohen knew better.

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

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

How is business lately? Zhao Chuanxin asked casually.

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

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

In the past, their brothers were always together as a unit, but now they have the strength to separate.

Big Smith hesitated and said: But there is also a problem. There is a group called the 'Southern Front'. They are all white and often cause trouble for our non-white franchisees. I fought with them twice and temporarily removed them. beat back.

In the United States, if you have money, you have people and power.

The Smith brothers are now more prosperous on the streets than before, and they have plenty of manpower. Of course, most of them are black people who work with him to earn a living.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about this: Send some people to Avenue A and keep an eye on Rebecca's food truck. If anyone is looking for trouble, go and help.

I know, boss.

Wait for Big Smith to leave.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was worried, Thomas W. Lawson asked with a smile: Boss, are you thinking about that young woman?

I am a person who has long been out of high-level interests. How can I care about 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 taste, and his head was a little hard to turn: Boss, is it because the newspapers are overwhelmingly announcing that we have made money, so you are uneasy? Let me tell you, it doesn't have to be that way at all. I and I Jesse has hired gunman bodyguards to guard him in shifts 24 hours a day.

As for the boss, does he still need protection from others?

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin frowned: Blanching, it's not good!

Thomas W. Lawson was stunned: What's wrong?

He couldn't think of anything else wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin punched the table: Quickly, pull that piece of shit Jesse off the woman's belly. You guys can help me collect information on major industries that can be invested, especially the steel industry. Secondly, we need to build cars. And industries such as airplanes and ships. No, just collect all the industries worth investing in for me.

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

He has fallen into his old habit and is still stuck in short-term thinking.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: Go as soon as you are told.

Jesse Livermore, he remembered, had been exposed.

And those old guys, including Ronaldo, have long known that Jesse Livermore worked for Zhao Chuanxin.

That means they now know that Zhao Chuanxin has made money.

These bitches have always been up to no good.

If it were a head-on confrontation, Zhao Chuanxin might not be afraid.

I'm afraid they will cause trouble behind my back.

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

A war would boost the global economy and make a lot of money. Wait until the next crisis in 1929 before cashing out everything.

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

Thomas W. Lawson hurriedly got up and went to work.

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

But I really can’t remember it.

…

143 Wall Street, headquarters of The Wall Street Journal.

The phone on the desk of the reporter whose camera had been knocked away by Zhao Chuanxin suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone: Hello, this is the Wall Street Journal.

A bright female voice sounded on the other end of the phone, speaking in unskilled English: Hello, I have a clue that you may be interested in.

Ma'am, can I ask your name first?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Okay, please tell me. The reporter did not continue to inquire.

Because nowadays, those who have the conditions to make phone calls, or those who can afford to make phone calls, generally have a small fortune.

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 don't joke!

But what the other party said next made the reporter even more shocked: Not only that, Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson, they all worked for Zhao Chuanxin. In other words, Zhao Chuanxin used this time to The turmoil on Wall Street made at least $50 million...

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

This is the fucking news of the century!

He suddenly thought of that mysterious Asian...I'm Zhuo!

It turned out that he had met the famous Butcher of the Far East Zhao Chuanxin!

As the woman told the story with reason, various clues connected in the reporter's mind.

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

That's why he felt a murderous aura in the Asian man he met, which even made him unable to resist.

Ma'am, please provide your name.

Okay, that's it. As a result, the other party hung up the phone directly.

reporter:……

…

When the American Episcopal Conference in Richmond ended, J.P. Morgan took a train and arrived in New York on Sunday morning, October 20. He did not go home or even go to the hotel to wash up, but went straight to his office. .

Partners in a room are like ants on a hot pot.

Several people told him what happened during this period.

They were the fault of those two greedy men, Fritz Heinze and Charles Morse.

And Lawson and Livermore, those two shits.

In fact, some people also complained about J.P. Morgan. If he hadn't announced that he would stop cooperating with Charles Barney's trust company, the matter might not be as serious as it is now.

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

The interest rate on the loan has now reached 120%.

The issuance of bonds in New York has been slowed down by Zhao Chuanxian's previous interference. As a result, it is even more difficult to issue bonds now.

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

One partner said: All the panics in the past are nothing compared to now.

Another partner said: I'm afraid the run will continue. If it is allowed to spread, the consequences will be disastrous.

Mr. Morgan, please take action and save the situation. Only you have this reputation and ability.

J.P. Morgan was very calm and remained silent for a while.

This is the result he wants.

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

After a while, he said: I, George Baker, chairman of First National Bank, and James Stillman, president of National City Bank, will form the highest command group for this crisis.

George W. Perkins, Henry Davidson and Benjamin Strong, vice-presidents of the First National Bank, and George Baker's assistant, you formed the committee of inquiry.

The rest help deliver the message.

A committee of inquiry looks into healthy and unhealthy trusts, and then we work together to decide which ones should be saved or abandoned.

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this.

Some people cried with joy, even crying: Mr. Morgan, it has to be you. Lawson and Livermore, these two sons of bitches, they are arrogant now and don't take us seriously at all, especially Jesse. Livermore, he is still shorting the market. You should teach this young man a lesson and teach him how to do things and how to respect his elders.

J.P. Morgan nodded calmly: I'm going to visit Jesse Livermore now.

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

Thomas W. Lawson's office has moved to 55 Wall Street. A huge sign hangs outside, reading: Lawson Trust Company.

No one came and went here, but there were two men standing guard downstairs wearing windbreakers and hats, their collars turned up.

Anyone who moves his collar like this is either a bodyguard or a detective.

J.P. Morgan got off the carriage, leaned on the ground with his civilized stick, looked up at the sign, stepped forward and said to the two bodyguards: I'm here to see Mr. Livermore.

One of the bodyguards said, I need to search you.

J.P. Morgan's bodyguard said angrily: Is this the first time I heard that trust companies have to be searched when they come in and out?

Who else will handle the business?

The bodyguard shrugged: Sorry, that's what the boss told me. It's an extraordinary time.

There were already threats to kill Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson.

People who suffered heavy losses in this financial turmoil hated the two men like crucian carp crossing the river. The leader among them was undoubtedly the Ice King Charles Morse, who danced the loudest.

Fritz Heinze, on the other hand, was very calm and even refused any interviews.

J.P. Morgan's bodyguard was about to say anything, 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 you will not be protected. I, but I have to find a way to protect you.

The bodyguard was stunned.

J.P. Morgan, a man of few words, said so much to them for the first time.

But how should we understand the following words?

Why do you feel that Mr. Morgan seems to be in awe?

When he was in his position, would he still be afraid of anyone?

The security personnel found a revolver and a knife from J.P. Morgan's bodyguard.

The bodyguard dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Okay, you can go up. When we come down, the weapons will be returned to you.

When others say water, say water.

As long as you don't skip reading, all kinds of clues will pop your eyes.

Then there are the various small pendants on Captain Zhao. From the beginning to now, are there still many that have been eliminated?

This is not Han Li’s little green bottle. Is there anything that cannot be eliminated?

Ah, the interval between eliminating pendants this time is a little longer, ah, it is completely unacceptable, right? Fragile items need to be protected with your fragile and careful heart, right?

If you rely on small pendants, you think Captain Zhao himself is not good enough, and if you want to practice his skills, you think there are too few small pendants. I will give you a two-way foil, and you can flatten the earth; otherwise, I will give you a Sequence Five Life Hunter. Identity theft threatens the fate of the great powers, and the military, economic, cultural, technological, and XXXX nine all-arounds are about to crush the world. Will the whole drama be okay in the end?

Eating fish blindly, right?

The author's level is indeed very limited, but when Cao Cao traveled through Wu Dalang, no matter whether he was high or low, didn't we always have a good handle on his temperament?

If you keep chirping, the golden lotus next door will no longer be able to impress you, and will pull down your lazy string.