America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 530: Shorting the United States
20 tons of gold temporarily saved the lives of the US dollar and the federal government, but it is not enough to turn things around.

Chen Jianqiu formed a very professional team and began to operate the issue of gold bonds.

This team recruited many excellent financial talents on Wall Street at that time.

Some of them are because of Chen Jianqiu's high salary, and some of them think it is a very meaningful thing.

When the first gold bonds came out, they sold very well.

The 20 tons of gold still brought a lot of shock to people.

It is rumored that the Astor family has also joined the ranks of buying gold bonds. The strength of the largest landowner in New York is well known.

If they take action, everything should be fine, right?

On the other hand, Belmont was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Morgan! We have to think of a way. If this goes on, this yellow-skinned Chinese will become a force to be reckoned with on Wall Street! This is something I cannot tolerate."

In the Morgan Bank office, Belmont paced back and forth.

Big Nose Morgan, on the other hand, sat in his big office chair without saying a word.

"We can use our relationship in the Congress! These two guys must have bypassed the Congress to act so quickly. We can let our people make trouble for them!"

Morgan still didn't speak.

"It really doesn't work, I have other ways, such as discussing with the lord, shorting the US economy, he gives those people hope, and we will kill all hope!"

The lord Belmont mentioned, of course, refers to the big shot of the Rothschild family in Europe.

Morgan's big nose twitched suddenly, but his expression remained the same:

"Short America?" He glanced at Belmont, pointed at himself with a cigar in his hand, and pointed at Belmont again, "You and I are all Americans."

"Morgan, are you out of your mind?" Belmont was a little anxious, "I'll say it again! We are bankers! There is no word for nationality in a banker's dictionary! We only serve capital .”

Morgan did not dispute Belmont's claims.

So the spokesperson of Rothschild in the United States began to talk about his plan endlessly, while Morgan fell into deep thought.

"Morgan! You should express your opinion!"

Morgan raised his head:

"Let's talk to those two people."

34 Bell Street.

This is not only the headquarters of the Border Detective Agency, but also the office of Chen Jianqiu's "Law and Finance Center".

Since Sanjiang Bank began issuing gold bonds, Chen Jianqiu, who has been keeping a low profile in the east all the year round, came to the fore.

People suddenly discovered that there was another big shot in the American business world, Chen.

The industries Chen Jianqiu is involved in include but not limited to finance, arms, real estate, and international trade.
As a result, various rumors about the "Chen Group" spread in the market.

Chen Jianqiu never denied this.

If there is really a "Chen Group", then No. 34 Bell Street is where the brain is.

The entire large office on the third floor seemed to have entered a wartime state.

All kinds of staff shuttled back and forth in the corridor with various materials and documents in their hands.

None of them had time to stop and chat. They were all doing their jobs, analyzing news from various channels.

Chen Jianqiu placed a huge square table at the end of the big office.

A very large piece of cardboard was spread out on the table, on which were listed plans, precautions, and some key data.

Holding a pen, Chen Jianqiu leaned over the table and calculated without distraction.

On the wall behind him, there are densely packed small notes recording information elements.

"Chen, the second batch of gold from Roswell is already on its way." Lawyer Dylan took a document from his assistant and whispered in Chen Jiaqiu's ear.

Chen Jianqiu straightened his waist.

He put the pen on the table, stretched his neck and waist:

"Well, when it arrives, send it to New York first, let Wyatt and Holiday do a good job of connecting the guards, and don't make any mistakes."

Chen Jianqiu raised his head, looked around, and wanted to move his eyes.

But his gaze suddenly stopped on an inconspicuous little envelope in the assistant's hand.

There was clearly something in it.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

The assistant was suddenly cueed by Chen Jianqiu, startled, and quickly handed the envelope to the boss:
"Sorry, boss, I was going to give it to you just now." The assistant said anxiously, "A gentleman sent it for you."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the envelope in his hand.

The paper of the envelope is very elegant, and the colorless pattern printed on it can be seen in the sunlight.

The mouth of the envelope was sealed tightly with wax, and it felt heavy in the hand.

Chen Jianqiu touched it with his hand, and it felt like something like a medal.

He tore open his mouth directly and poured the contents of the envelope onto his hands.

A badge, a note.

The pattern on the badge looks familiar.

Ruler, "G" letter.

It is the coat of arms of the Freemasonry.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the note.

There is only one short line above:

We look forward to welcoming you tonight at 221 Fifth Avenue.

There was a sneer on the corner of Chen Jianqiu's mouth.

He weighed the badge with his hand, and put it in his pocket.

After all, we still have to meet each other, right?

The time soon came to evening.

In New York in April, winter has passed, but the weather is still cold, especially at night, when the cool breeze blows.

A carriage stopped at the gate of 221 Fifth Avenue.

Chen Jianqiu and Astor got out of the car.

The small house in front of me is inconspicuous, but the ubiquitous details on the roof, fence and even steps show the ingenuity of the builder and the extraordinary taste of the owner.

"The former residence of the founding father Alexander Hamilton, the first treasurer of the federal government." Little Astor pointed to this house and said, "I don't know why it became the private salon of the Freemasons. I came here for the first time. , it was still brought by grandpa."

Chen Jianqiu didn't know much about the former owner of this house. He only remembered that this person was one of the drafters of the "U.S. Constitution." Burr in a duel.

The two walked to the door of the house.

The waiter at the door was surprised when he saw the two people coming.

He knew Little Astor, but usually he didn't come much; but it was a very miraculous thing for the Chinese to appear here.

Chen Jianqiu took out the badge from his pocket, opened his palm, and showed it to the waiter.

The waiter's expression became even more exciting.

You know, having this badge means that the Freemasonry has recognized your strength, at least you have the qualification to step into this salon.

There are a bunch of white supremacists in Freemasonry, and it was unimaginable in the past for a Chinese to have this qualification.

But waiters are well-informed after all.

His expression quickly returned to normal.

"Gentlemen, please come in,"

After walking through the corridor with portraits of famous members of the Freemasonry, the two soon came to the living room.

The furnishings in the living room seem to have been adjusted.

Four individual sofas are placed facing each other in the center of the living room, around a small round table.

Nose Morgan and Belmont were already sitting on two of the couches.

Seeing two people walking in, Morgan stood up, smiled and waved at them, Belmont didn't have any intention of moving, and glanced up at the two.

"Sit down." Morgan pointed to the two sofa chairs opposite.

"The place is good. It seems that Hamilton should have been rich back then."

After sitting down, Chen Jianqiu looked around the living room and said.

"You are Mr. Chen?" Belmont spoke, but Chen Jianqiu always felt that this person was pointing his nostrils towards him.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Chen Jianqiu asked calmly.

"We hope that the subsequent issuance of gold bonds will be undertaken by Belmont Bank and JPMorgan Bank, so I'm looking for you to talk about it." Belmont was as defiant as ever, "You can make a condition."

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry, the issuance of bonds was entrusted to us by the US federal government, so you should go to the President," he said.

"That's because we didn't go directly to the White House, Mr. Chen." Belmont laughed. "If we had gone to the White House, the opportunity to issue bonds would have been ours."

"As a Chinese, it is not easy to accumulate such a huge amount of wealth. I admire your courage." Belmont persuaded in a tone that he thought was patient, "You don't know what you are facing. With the strength of the two of you, It can’t come up with anything famous.”

"I never said it was up to the two of us." Chen Jianqiu looked at little Astor, and found that his face was not very good-looking either.

Obviously, this young master was despised and felt very upset.

"So, I sincerely invite both of you to come and buy the gold bonds we issued. If you join in the form of distribution, we also welcome it." Chen Jianqiu said to Belmont with a smile.

Belmont couldn't suppress his temper anymore, he stood up from the sofa suddenly:
"You're playing with fire!"

"You two laymen, do you want to challenge the financial order of the entire world?"

"But our gold bonds are already being issued, what can you do?" Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

"Do you think dozens of tons of gold can save the American economy? Do you know where the foundation of the American economy is? Do you know how much we can make waves in the Wall Street stock market?" Belmont roared, looking completely different. Like a well-bred gentleman.

He couldn't accept a Chinese being so provocative in front of him.

"You?" Chen Jianqiu's eyes turned to Morgan, who had been silent all this time.

Morgan hadn't spoken since he and Astor Jr. had walked into the room, smoking his cigar with no expression on his face.

At this moment, he was like a statue, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Jianqiu's gaze returned to Belmont again.

His expression also changed, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He said to Belmont coldly:

"Belmont, you have no right to talk to me like that. Look at the portraits hanging on the wall. Washington, Franklin, and Hamilton, the original owner of this house, are all the founders of this country."

"No matter what the purpose is, they don't want this country to be destroyed!"

"If you really want to negotiate terms, let the master behind you come over. You are just their watchdog."

Morgan took another puff on his cigar, while little Astor looked at Belmont equally coldly.

Belmont was shaking all over.

"I'm going to duel with you! You yellow bastard!"

He completely lost his composure and roared at the top of his voice.

"Oh? Time? Where? Here?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

He hasn't dueled with others for a long time, but he doesn't mind killing this vicious guy.

"Belmont!" Morgan finally spoke. "This is a Masonic salon, not a duel!"

Belmont's flushed face finally subsided.

"Morgan, I'm leaving first! There's nothing to talk about with these two!" He put on his hat and walked towards the door.

After walking halfway, he turned his head and pointed at Chen Jianqiu: "You wait for me!"

Chen Jianqiu was a little disappointed.

This guy is still cowardly.

If it is placed in the west, I am afraid that it will be cast aside all the time and not allowed to enter the tavern in the town.

After Belmont left, only Morgan, Chen Jianqiu and Little Astor were left in the room.

Morgan was still smoking his cigar with only a small stub left, looking ahead, wondering what he was thinking.

"We're leaving too." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

He extended a hand to Morgan: "Mr. Morgan, thank you for your invitation. Capital really has no borders, but you should believe in the future of America."

Morgan remained motionless as if in a trance.

He didn't go to take Chen Jianqiu's hand, nor did he make any other indications.

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly, and left the room with Little Astor.

Gold bonds are ready to start issuing the second tranche.

The first batch of subscribed gold was shipped into the treasury and began to provide liquidity for the federation.

People gradually regained their confidence. The New York Stock Exchange, which had been empty before, became lively again, and the half-dead stock index also climbed up steadily.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

It's another Thursday.

After Chen Jianqiu finished his breakfast, he tidied up his clothes and prepared to go out.

Camilla and his son Xiaopengkun went out together.

Little Astor found a famous private school for little Kunpeng.

Many children of famous families in New York attend this school.

"Father, what if they bully me?" Xiao Pengkun raised his head and blinked at his father and mother.

He was wearing a school uniform with a bulging backside.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and straightened his son's collar:

"Don't hit too hard. It's better to spank the buttocks. It's hard to see that place."

Camilla snorted:
"It's not bad if he doesn't bully people."

She crouched down too, reached behind her son's ass, and pulled a small pistol from his trousers.

"Mom, there is no bullet." Xiao Pengkun said with a sad face.

"If you don't have bullets, you can't take them to school." Camilla said "gentlely", "Come back and play again. Mom will take you to the suburbs to shoot bottles tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, she took Xiaopengkun into the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu chuckled, waved goodbye to the two, and then rode on the black radish and headed towards Bell Street.

The sky was cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain.

He rode slowly down Fourth Avenue.

Along the way, he saw many people speaking English with London and Frankfurt accents, asking for directions with boxes in their hands.

New York is an international metropolis, and there are people from all over the world.

Just like that, Chen Jianqiu wandered to his base camp on Bell Street.

He came in front of the two stone lions, dismounted, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and glanced at it.

ten o'clock.

The NYSE should have been trading for a while now.

It was supposed to be the day the second tranche of gold bonds was sold.

He wanted to take a look at it, but after thinking about it, he decided to let Silas sit in charge.

Professional things should be done by professional people, and there is no need to do everything in person.

Chen Jianqiu walked up the stairs to the second floor.

He was wondering if he should make a cup of coffee or tea first.

But when he first appeared at the stairs, he found that everyone was looking at him.

And in front of his big table, there was a group of people standing.

Silas the chief accountant, Dylan the chief lawyer, Okafor, the general manager of Sanjiang Bank, and Holiday, the general manager of the eastern region of the Border Detective Agency, were all gathered there, discussing something nervously.

"Boss Chen is here!" Someone shouted.

Everyone at the table turned their heads and looked at Chen Jianqiu, as if seeing the backbone.

Chen Jianqiu walked over unhurriedly.

"What happened?" He glanced at the crowd, and finally his eyes stopped on Silas, "Didn't you go to pay attention to the issuance of gold bonds? Why are you back?"

"Aster's people are watching over there." Silas wiped the sweat from his brow.

In such a cold day, obviously he rushed back.

"We've got more trouble."

"Oh?"

Chen Jianqiu took off his gloves, and a group of people made way for the boss to walk among them.

Silas pointed to the information on the table and said:
"This morning, the Europeans began to sell their assets in the United States frantically, such as the shares of various companies that survived the financial crisis."

"The stock index is plummeting, and the panic in the market has also appeared!"

"They want to short the United States!"

(End of this chapter)