America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 532 Counterattack
"I'll join!"

First National Bank Chairman George Baker stood up, echoing the initiative of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

"We have no problem either. It's time to teach those Brits a lesson and let them know that what they couldn't defeat 100 years ago, they can't succeed now!"

National City Bank president James Stillman also stood.

Seeing the two bigwigs responding, other bankers also expressed their positions.

They can trust Morgan, and they can trust Chen Jianqiu's gold.

It is really unreasonable for a Chinese to charge forward so much and be so timid.

Moreover, if this battle is really won and I don't participate in it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep up with the enthusiasm in Wall Street in the future.

Everyone quickly began to discuss the rescue plan spontaneously.

They elected Chen Jianqiu, Morgan, Baker Sr., and Stillman to form a decision-making committee to mobilize resources for Monday's counterattack.

The party lasted until late at night.

Chen Jianqiu is still explaining some things to Okafor.

"Tomorrow you have two tasks. One is to pick up gold at the port. I don't need to say much about it; the other is to pick up Mr. Wright, the Secretary of the Treasury. He will come to New York from Washington tomorrow. Huh? You are listening to me ?"

Chen Jianqiu was talking to Okafor, but found that the latter was looking at his back.

"Boss, it seems that Mr. Morgan has something to do with you." Okafor said.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and found that Morgan was standing behind him, looking at him with a cigar in his hand.

He walked over.

Morgan took out a strip-shaped leather case from his arms, then took out a delicately rolled cigar from it, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu:
"I heard that you also smoke? Try it, it's from Cuba, it's pretty good."

Chen Jianqiu took the cigar with a smile, took out a box of matches from his jacket pocket, took out one, and lit it.

"Why are you so sure that I will enter?" Morgan asked while puffing.

"You are a patriot." Chen Jianqiu said solemnly.

"Oh?" The big banker's expression was unpredictable.

He has heard many praises for him, but this is the first time he has heard the title of "patriot".

Whether he is a patriot or not, Morgan is not sure.

But he knows that the financial market in the United States cannot fail, let alone be easily swayed by the British.

Although in the past few decades, I have always been regarded as an obedient follower by Rothschild and Bahrain Company.

Morgan's mouth curled into a smile.

Times have changed, my lord.

And what Chen Jianqiu said next, Morgan took it very seriously:
"Mr. Morgan, Patriot, the market won't let him lose money."

Sunday in New York was calm.

But the calm is undercurrents.

The bankers who participated in the meeting on Saturday gave up their rest and began to raise funds through various channels to prepare ammunition for the decisive battle next week.

And Chen Jianqiu was not idle.

Together with Morgan, he went to visit his old friend, the owner of the New York World, Pulitzer.

The place where they met was at the newspaper tycoon's stronghold: the new Pulitzer Building.

Before Little Astor's luxury hotel was built, the building was the tallest building in New York at the time, with a full 20 stories.

The basement is used as a printing factory, the first floor is the business department, the second to tenth floors are high-end office buildings for rent, and the tenth floor and above are the hub center of "Le Monde".

The place where Pulitzer invited them to meet was in his office on the top floor of the gilded prototype.

"Don't you feel hot here in summer?"

Sitting on the chair, Chen Jianqiu patted the gold-plated armrest, looked around, and said with emotion.

He thought his office in New York was big enough, but it paled in comparison to that of the newspaper tycoon.

This entire floor is Pulitzer's office.

"Oh, it's really hot in summer, and there's no shelter from the west. At that time, I'll go downstairs." Pulitzer half-lyed in his big boss chair.

He sat up, looked at Chen Jianqiu and Morgan in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

His professional sensitivity made him understand that if these two people appeared in his office at the same time today, something big must happen.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

Chen Jianqiu leaned forward slightly.

"Friday's catastrophe in the stock market and the bond market you also paid attention to."

"Yes, yes, yes." Pulitzer suddenly became interested, "My editor and reporter have been following up and reporting this matter. I wanted to talk to one of you, but they both said they couldn't find you. I'm about to get in touch with you."

"This is a war." Morgan said with a serious look.

"Yes, we want to ask the media brothers to help us announce something." Chen Jianqiu said immediately, "It is not only for the market to see, but also for our opponents to see."

Pulitzer nodded.

exclusive!First hand information!mouthpiece!

For a media, this is a dream.

"So, we've got an interview now, right?" Pulitzer stood up.

He walked to the tea table in the corner of his office.

There was a pot of coffee brewing.

Pulitzer bent down, took out two small and elegant ceramic cups from the cabinet, lifted the coffee pot, and poured two cups of coffee into the cups.

He walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Morgan with two cups of coffee.

Chen Jianqiu smelled a strong fragrance.

"It is produced in Jamaica, in the Blue Mountains. The output there is not high, but the quality of the coffee beans is very high, and I like it very much." Pulitzer put the coffee on the small table in front of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

He turned around and walked back to the desk, bent down, and took out a notebook with a beautiful cover but quite old from the drawer.

Pulitzer moved a chair and sat across from them.

He opened the notebook, put it on his lap, and took out a very delicate pen from the inner pocket of his clothes.

"Then let's talk about how our heroes are going to save America."

Pulitzer raised his legs, rested his chin with one hand, spread the other hand, and chatted with the two.

The first thing Chen Jianqiu and Morgan revealed to him was that when the market opens tomorrow, there will be 2000 million US dollars of funds running into the market to participate in the blocking of European capital;

In addition, there will be 200 million US dollars into the fund pool for stockbrokers to borrow and use to increase the liquidity of transactions.

Pulitzer listened very carefully, writing like a dragon, quickly recording key data and information in his notebook.

"I thought your newspaper was only good at publishing pornographic stories." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Pulitzer's notebook and teased.

Pulitzer shook his finger:

"No, in normal times, we publish whatever my readers care about and want to see; but at critical times, the people's views need to be guided, and while speaking out for them, let them know the truth. "

"At this time, there is nothing more worthy of attention than the situation in the New York Stock Exchange." Pulitzer said, "I will let them typesetting overnight, rush printing, and strive to make New York's stock exchange early tomorrow morning." The citizens know the news."

"I will also send a special team to keep an eye on the 'battle situation' and be ready to issue reports at all times," he added.

The three chatted for a long time until the sun was about to set.

"Would you like to have dinner together?" Pulitzer glanced at the big clock with gold hands in the corner, and said, "My building has everything, even if you want to live here. "

"Have you opened a hotel like Little Astor?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"No, no, the entire eleventh floor of mine is devoted to bedrooms, which are specially provided for those employees who can't go back because of overtime." Pulitzer said proudly, "so my editors are very happy to work overtime."

Chen Jianqiu pouted.

A company's culture is determined by its boss.

If the boss is a workaholic, then the employees below basically have to be prepared to make the company their home.

He suddenly slapped his head.

"By the way, my manager is going to bring a distinguished guest here later. If it's convenient, prepare a dinner for him too, and then please talk to the front desk on the first floor." Chen Jianqiu said, "You'd better arrange for him too." An interview, his words are also very important."

"Uh, you have to tell me who is coming down in advance, right?" Pulitzer Peller
"You'll know when he comes, you should be no stranger to him." Chen Jianqiu blinked at Pulitzer.

The restaurant in the Pulitzer Building, on the 8th floor.

This building is one of the few buildings in New York that have installed elevators. It was designed by Otis Corporation of the United States. It uses a DC motor to drive the rope wound on the drum through a worm gear reducer to suspend and lift the car.

Although the speed is not fast, it is better than climbing the stairs from the twentieth floor all the way down.

The restaurant on the eighth floor is more like a small bar, with a bar outside and a box inside.

There were several employees of the newspaper at the bar who were having a drink. After seeing the boss, they immediately put down the cups in their hands and greeted Pulitzer and the others.

"Drink, drink, as long as you don't delay things." Pulitzer waved his hand, and then hurriedly entered the box with the two of them.

And the employees outside discussed:
"Did you see those two people just now?"

"Well, that Chinese should be Mr. Chen who has been in the limelight recently, and the other one should be Mr. Morgan. His big nose is so recognizable."

"The two of them appearing in our newspaper, there must be something big going on!"

Chen Jianqiu and the three of them ate French dishes in a baroque decorated box.

The chef is a Frenchman from Paris. He was recruited by Pulitzer when he was traveling in Europe.

Foie gras, black truffle, baguette soaked in soup.
Chen Jianqiu was even a little curious as to whether the Austrian-born media tycoon in front of him had French ancestry.

After the three of them ate and chatted for a while, there was a knock on the door of the box.

Pulitzer got up and opened the door.

The first thing that catches the eye is Okafor's strong body, which almost fills the door frame.

He moved away and let out a person behind him.

It is Mr. Wright, the Secretary of the Treasury of the Commonwealth.

The other two people in the room also stood up.

"Mr. Wright, I'm really sorry, we started dinner without waiting for you." Morgan said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wright waved his hands dutifully.

But his little tricks betrayed him.

The Secretary of the Treasury traveled from Washington to New York by train, nibbling some bread and drinking a glass of milk along the way.

Looking at the delicacies on the table, the old man swallowed almost instinctively.

As the host, the newspaper tycoon did not expect the dignified Minister of Finance to arrive in such a hurry.

He quickly greeted Wright to sit down.

"What to eat, don't worry, I'll talk about what I have to say first." Wright said while waiting for his food to be served, while looking at several people in the seat.

"I came here with a mission. The government is willing to lend you five million dollars in government funds." He straightened his clothes and said, "The federal government will support you!"

Chen Jianqiu and Morgan glanced at each other.

500 million US dollars is not too much, but it is not too much. As long as the US dollar does not collapse, it has a certain fighting capacity.

Most importantly, the federal government has finally shown an attitude.

They will side with themselves.

The next day, Monday morning.

Belmont arrived early in the big room at his bank just like last week.

Many of his British staff have also arrived.

Belmont took a glass of milk and a piece of bread spread with butter from his assistant, and proudly looked at the board on the wall.

Great results last Friday.

Today, he wants to take advantage of the victory and pursue, drive the market to the bottom, cause a systemic crisis, and then carry out bottom-hunting according to the situation.

At 09:30, the New York trading market opened.

At the beginning, the market situation was the same as it was two days ago. A large number of orders were placed, but no one cared about them, and the price dropped again and again.

Belmont seemed to see the endless battle line in front of him, and the opponent was completely defeated and defenseless.

The market was still going down, and Belmont and his team were complacent.

But after another half hour, something went wrong.

First, in the main battlefield, the railway sector, a large number of orders began to emerge to support the bottom line.

"Hey, Chen Jianqiu, a country bumpkin, spent two days getting money again?" Belmont put down the phone, with a smile on his lips, "He really doesn't want to live anymore! He's so eager to kill himself with a gun!"

He turned his head and said to his staff:

"I know that there is an idiom in Chen's place called 'Mantis Dangche', which means that a little mantis, not aware of his own insignificance, raises his arms to resist the wheels and move forward. Today, we will let him understand that the mantis from his hometown The meaning of the idiom!"

Belmont's assistants continued to follow his orders and continued to sell.

The impact of their selling is not limited to themselves, but also a considerable number of local holders.

The securities held by these people had no time to sell last Friday, so they are scrambling to sell today.

But what is strange is that no matter how many orders there are in the market, the bulls take them all.

They are like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring the chips on the surface.

The battle line was firmly stuck there, and did not move for several hours.

Belmont felt more and more that something was wrong.

He is a little guilty.

According to his calculations, Chen Jianqiu and Little Astor should have exhausted their funds at this time.

Just when he was puzzled, an employee of a team rushed in, waving a newspaper in his hand, and said out of breath:
"Boss! Boss! Not good, you have to see this!"

Belmont took the "New York World" in his hand, glanced at it, and immediately turned pale.

"Led by Morgan and Chen Jianqiu, Wall Street collectively declares war on European financial capital!"

"Tens of millions of dollars are in place, let's start the defense battle!"

"Morgan! The bastard! The traitor!" Belmont angrily threw the newspaper on the table.

His lips were trembling.

"Didn't you say he was sick? Huh?" He suddenly turned his head and looked at one of his subordinates with wide eyes.

It was this subordinate who had told him about Morgan's bad cold.

The subordinates didn't dare to say anything out loud, but murmured in a low voice: "Traitors can't be counted, they are Americans in the first place!"

But Belmont didn't hear this sentence, he ran to the board frantically, growling like a wounded beast:

"Chips, we still have chips, hurry up, let them all out!"

The two sides began a tug-of-war of bayonets in each sector, competing and consuming.

In fact, the situation on Chen Jianqiu's side was not too good.

By the end of the morning trading.

The $200 million borrowing funds have already been borrowed by those stockbrokers, and the $500 million fund pool has also bottomed out.

"Have another meeting at noon, and I can raise another 2000 million dollars." Morgan's eyes were blinded by the smoke from his cigar.

He has been smoking one after another this morning without stopping.

This is very rare.

After further analyzing the changing hands and capital situation in the morning market, Morgan came to a preliminary conclusion.

"It seems that before [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the winner will be determined." Morgan took a deep breath, "The media and the counterattack in the morning have achieved a little effect, but it is not enough. The confidence in the market is still insufficient, we have to continue to work hard! "

Chen Jianqiu on the side nodded.

"Well, my dozens of tons of gold are almost here."

(End of this chapter)