America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 533 If you lose, you will die
The dozens of tons of gold mentioned by Chen Jianqiu, in addition to the inventory worth 2000 million US dollars, there is also a part left in the cave.

These are his bottom of the box treasures.

Chen Jianqiu considered for a long time whether to touch the gold.

After all, if he accidentally gets his shoes wet by the river, the gold can help him make a comeback.

But in the end he decided to stud.

If you want to gamble, you can bet big. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find such cheap assets.

As for the extra gold, no one knew about it except those who started a family with him.

Okafor naturally didn't know either.

Before setting off yesterday, Chen Jianqiu just briefly explained to him that the gold coming will be a little bit more.

When counting the gold at the port yesterday, the general manager of Sanjiang Bank almost dropped his jaw in fright.

A full ten tons came out!
My boss Chen, do you call this a little bit? !
But since his boss didn't explain the source of the gold, it was inconvenient for him to ask more questions, so he put the gold into the Sanjiang Bank's vault.

Morgan glanced at Chen Jianqiu playfully.

This Chinese restaurant will always bring you some unexpected surprises.

As a teammate, it is worth celebrating; but what if it is an opponent?That was just too scary.

The closing time of the New York Stock Exchange is from 12:1 noon to [-]:[-] pm, with only a short hour in between.

This hour is lunch time, but it is precious to the warring parties.

Both sides are dispatching troops and generals, calculating the chips in their hands.

After the market opened in the afternoon, Belmont's European consortia tried to make a breakthrough from the manufacturing sector.

Since there is no way to make a comprehensive breakthrough, then look for the possibility of avoiding the main force and making a single-point breakthrough.

But Chen Jianqiu and Morgan made arrangements in advance.

New York City Bank funds run into play.

The stocks of several rope and shipbuilding companies were pulled back quickly after a sharp dive.

The panic of selling stopped, and most people began to regain their composure and waited and watched.

Belmont was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

He knows that these European capitalists behind him are not fuel-efficient lamps.

If there is no hope of winning, he will be discarded like garbage, just like Hawke back then.

And "bad news" came from the bond market next door.

The 2000 million gold that Chen Jianqiu promised the government has arrived.

Under the watchful eyes of many people in the bond exchange, Boss Chen took the lead in buying the gold bonds issued by himself.

And this scene was also recorded with cameras by the reporters present, and spread throughout the streets and alleys of New York through the printed transcript.

People are watching everything that happens on exchanges.

Some businessmen carry the glory of the United States. Many of them participated in the Civil War, or their ancestors participated in the War of Independence. They especially cherish the national glory of the United States.

The free country they and their fathers bought with blood will never be allowed to be trampled on by foreigners again; the British will never want to ride on their faces again.

Even a Chinese like Chen Jianqiu chose to fight for his life, so why would they back down.

These people resolutely rushed in with their assets, even if they went bankrupt.

The vast majority of people's views are more simple.

Whoever wins, whose side they are on.

They are still watching.

I heard that Chen Jianqiu's gold revitalized the bond market.

Belmont smiled instead of anger.

Because he investigated Chen Jianqiu's liquidity.

He raised his hand excitedly and almost knocked the sign on the wall to the ground.

Belmont danced and said to the Brits around him:

"This 2000 million is his last hole card! They are out of cards!" He excitedly gestured at them with his hands, "Do you understand? We are about to win! The opponent is out of ammunition! We just need to add another one!" Do your best, Chen Jianqiu and that traitor are finished!"

The Englishman looked at him suspiciously.

They got together to discuss it, and finally decided to trust the person in front of them again.

After all, this person is more familiar with the opponent and the US market than he is.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Belmont held the last bargaining chip, preparing to fight Chen Jianqiu on the railway plate.

He is also ready to stud.

Pressure on his career and honor for the rest of his life.

He chose the Pacific Railroad.

This stock was the only one that was undefended in the morning and had no financial backing.

Chen Jianqiu's bottom-hunting funds last Friday were already halfway up the mountain.

Belmont is going to make that money worthless!
At [-]:[-], it seems that everything is going in a good direction.

Belmont paced back and forth in the room, his eyes fixed on the phone in front of him.

The phone didn't ring.

This means that no one has accepted the order on that side, and the price is still hanging down.

Sometimes no news is the best news.

Belmont actually wanted to go to the scene to see it, but he was afraid that if he really showed up, he would be beaten to death by the angry crowd on the spot.

After walking around the room a few times, he looked up at the clock in the corner.

02: 30.

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone still rang.

Belmont rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Is there any movement?" he asked eagerly.

"Uh, not yet. There are some sporadic feeds, but they should all be Death Squads." On the other end of the phone, the manager said.

"Then what are you doing on the phone?" Belmont was annoyed for no reason, and lost his temper on the phone.

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, then replied:

"We saw Chen Jianqiu, the Chinese boss."

Belmont suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear welling up:
"Isn't he at the bond exchange or his own headquarters? Why did he come to the securities?"

There was still silence on the phone.

Then, there was a loud noise, and there seemed to be a commotion in the stock exchange hall.

Suddenly, the manager's voice came over, with a trace of fear and panic in the voice:

"He, the broker next to him took a stack of bills to the trading booth! He, he should be about to make a move!"

Belmon suddenly felt cold from head to toe:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There is no way he still has funds! He is bluffing!"

He grabbed the receiver and yelled hysterically:

"Continue tossing! Smash the plate! Use all our chips!"

The phone was disconnected.

In the exchange, Chen Jianqiu was sitting on that row of chairs, smoking a cigar in his hand.

His appearance and subsequent actions undoubtedly gave the people at the scene a shot in the arm.

Chen Jianqiu, with several million dollars in his cave, entered the venue.

These millions of dollars might have made no waves last week, but not now.

the price is too low.

These several million dollars are enough to support Chen Jianqiu's frantic sweeps.

He is like a greedy glutton, how many chips he has, and how many chips he eats.

At the same time, the horn of Morgan's counterattack also sounded.

With government funds and more than 1000 million US dollars raised in the afternoon, he rushed in. The main target was the surviving railway company in the east.

During dinner yesterday, the two had already discussed how to divide the spoils.

They made a gentleman's agreement:

Chen Jianqiu is in charge of all the western railway companies, while Morgan is in charge of the eastern ones.

The two sides are integrated separately, and the well water does not violate the river water.

If there is a conflict in business in the future, and we will meet each other in battle, then let's talk about it.

The price of the stock rebounded with incredible speed.

The staff who hang the price sign in the trading hall are as busy as they were last week, and the price changes almost every moment. Often, the sign has just been put up and has to be replaced after receiving the news from the trading booth. Next.

The atmosphere in the market was completely ignited, and those who were still on the sidelines began to exit impatiently.

They are afraid that if they are later, they will miss such a good opportunity to make money.

Mobility is activated.

That was the final straw for Belmont and the bears.

The bulls were in full swing, not only quickly recovered the lost ground before last Friday, but also went further, reaching a new height before the market closed in the afternoon.

There was cheers in the exchange.

Some of them embraced each other.

People are celebrating their victories.

As an American poet said:
When the sun breaks out of the clouds and shines bright, everything will pass and everything will be fine.

"Huh? Where's Mr. Chen? He was still here just now!"

Finally someone remembered the Chinese who saved America with Morgan in this crisis.

But Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting on the exchange chair and smoking a cigar, had disappeared.

Chen Jianqiu didn't intend to "flick off his clothes afterwards, hiding his achievements and fame".

He planned to find Belmont to see if he was going to fulfill his promise.

Belmont was now slumped in his chair.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, and the employees of the company all lowered their heads, doing some meaningless work.

Yes, it doesn't make sense anymore.

Because no one knows whether Belmont Bank will be around tomorrow.

The british gang had left.

The Cockney left only one sentence:

"Go and explain to the lord yourself."

Belmont knew he couldn't explain it.

Even if he had eight more mouths, he couldn't explain it.

He is finished, completely finished.

"Let's leave, let's get off work." Belmont was silent for a long time before raising his head and waving at the employees with a hoarse and haggard voice.

Soon he was alone in the room.

Belmont didn't know how he got out of the bank's gate.

His legs were as heavy as lead, and he walked aimlessly on the banks of the Hudson River.

The ships on the Hudson River were still busy, and the sound of the siren floated from afar from the mouth of the sea, reaching Belmont's ears.

The setting sun sprinkled on the river surface, sparkling waves.

It's beautiful, but sad.

Belmont looked away from the river.

He suddenly noticed a long black shadow appearing on the ground in front of him.

Belmont looked up.

Chen Jianqiu was leaning against the tree, holding his hands on his chest, watching him quietly.

"Are you here to humiliate me?" Belmont asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head:
"You are not worth being humiliated."

"You lowly yellow mule, you just took advantage! That damned big nose is a shameless traitor, without him, you would have been smothered to death!"

Belmont took a step back and began to vent his anger on the other party.

He looked down on the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time attributed all the failures to Morgan's betrayal.

No one would have thought that the big-nosed Morgan, who had been supporting the Rothschild family with him, would turn his back on him at the most critical moment.

There was no expression on Chen Jianqiu's face, nor did he retort, he just said:
"Aren't you looking for a duel with me? I can give you a decent death."

Belmont took a sharp step back.

"You, you are crazy!"

He had thought about his many fates, such as being abandoned by the Rothschild family, being ridiculed by his colleagues on Wall Street, and he could no longer get along in New York.

But he never thought of dying.

Why?
I am just an agent, and the money I earn is enough to live for the rest of my life. The big deal is to find a place to hide my name, go to South America, or go to Asia to start again.

"From the moment you challenged me in the Freemasonry, the contract has come into effect, and I accept your challenge." Chen Jianqiu said.

"I, I was just joking." Belmont said tremblingly.

He looked around to see if he could find a passerby to relieve him.

After all, you, Chen Jianqiu, can't kill people in public!

But this section of the embankment is very secluded, and no one else passes by.

Belmont has always believed that as long as he has a thick skin and a strong heart, he can be invincible in the financial industry.

Those guys who committed suicide by swallowing guns were mainly because they were too fragile.

"Oh? Just kidding?"

Chen Jianqiu walked slowly in front of Belmont, took out a revolver from his clothes, and stuffed it into Belmont's hand.

"They are all adults, and they have to be responsible for their own words. I am from the west, and I really appreciate your use of the most primitive way of the west to solve problems."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder, then turned around.

Belmont looked at the gun in his hand.

His whole body was shaking like chaff.

His gaze passed over the gun, and his courage suddenly rose from the evil side.

Belmond's heart skipped a beat.

Since you gave me the gun, I'll send you to God.

The moment Chen Jianqiu turned around, Belmont raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the person in front of him.

He pulled the trigger.

Only a "click" was heard.

No bullets flew out, and the barrel was empty.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and approached the bewildered Belmont again.

He grasped the wrist of the latter's gun-raising hand and slowly bent his arm upward.

Belmont tried to struggle, but couldn't move at all.

He couldn't even drop the gun.

"Don't you know that the first shot of a revolver is usually empty in order to prevent it from going off?" Chen Jianqiu stared into Belmont's eyes and said slowly.

The muzzle of the gun had already reached Belmont's chin.

The banker's eyes were full of fear.

He already felt the icy temperature of the gun barrel.

"Just now, you called me the yellow-skinned mule, right?" Chen Jianqiu pressed his finger on Belmont's finger on the trigger.

"Remember, this second round is the live round!"

"boom"

The gunfire echoed off the embankment.

Belmont's jaw was pierced by the bullet from the revolver in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu let go of his hand.

The banker's body rolled down the embankment like a sack and into the Hudson River.

Chen Jianqiu glanced down, shook his head, and a word floated out of his mouth:
"Soft."

(End of this chapter)