mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 428 Layout
"Of course, you have that strength. I believe you can do better than others." Zhao Chuanxin affirmed.

Capitalists are all sharks and money is blood.

Glenville Harper gave Zhao Chuanxin a glimpse of what it's like for a shark to smell blood.

He stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhao Chuanxin: "Boss!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "Xinghui Catering Company is a sycamore tree. In the windy morning, warm afternoon, gorgeous dusk, and shooting star night, you, a phoenix, will encounter the most beautiful scenery here. Congratulations , I found the organization. Money is beckoning to you, the legend of Wall Street, the opening curtain is opened today, and your era has begun!"

Zhao Chuanxin shook hands with him, no matter whether the sandwich was full or not, he would pour down a bowl of poisonous chicken soup first.

Grenville Harper was stunned for a while, a bowl of chicken soup with no nutrition, he sucked a bit of taste.

"I need an assistant to accompany me, and I need a little time to gather my thoughts," he said.

The best candidate is definitely Abraham Cohen.

Zhao Chuanxin took Glenville Harper to make a phone call, and after waiting for less than 10 minutes, Abraham Cohen appeared.

"Boss, what's the rush?"

"Let me introduce you." Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the little boy Grenville Harper and said, "This is a Wall Street banker and diplomat, Grenville Harper."

Abraham Cohen looked at him and wondered, "Boss, don't you hate people who are more handsome than you?"

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Are you blind? Is there really someone more handsome than me on this street?"

Grenville Harper: "…"

Abraham Cohen sneered: "It's my eyes."

"You have to introduce our business to him. When he brings franchisees, you take them on a field trip. For the first ten franchisees, the commission belongs to him, and the franchisees belong to your region. If you make up ten, I will be promoted. Renville as area manager."

Abraham Cohen's eyes lit up: The boss trusts me the most, and it's right to be serious.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Harper, I can see that you are a capable person."

Abraham Cohen hurriedly shook hands with Grenville Harper.

He likes to gain power and wealth the most, and he likes the ways of the upper class.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat and put it on his shoulders: "Grenville, how long will it take you to recruit franchisees?"

Grenville Harper said: "I need to understand the system of Star Catering first, and then I need to spend a day or two to contact people."

Zhao Chuanxin calculated that it might have been three days.

He wanted to pay back Arthur Gompers's 500 yuan within three days.

So he waved his hands impatiently: "You two get out, I still have things to do."

As he spoke, he took the reins from the coachman, got on the horse, and ran away.

Wall Street, Bank of Montana.

When Zhao Chuanxin went upstairs, the staff saw that his suit fit, but he was not wearing a tie, and they couldn't figure out where Zhao Chuanxin came from.

These people usually know how to order dishes, but Zhao Chuanxin is neither rich nor poor.

"Hi, how may I help you?"

"Hi, you can help me find Samuel Goldberg."

"Uh, I'm looking for our manager, do you have an appointment?"

The staff try to be polite.

"Tell him Ethan is coming."

"Sorry, I can't do this, but I can make an appointment for you."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Okay, make an appointment for me in 10 minutes."

"..." The staff was speechless: "Sorry, it will have to wait until noon tomorrow at the earliest."

"Speaking drunk." Zhao Chuanxin put away his smile: "I can tell from your face that you are a person who regards death as home."

As he spoke, he moved his suit away, revealing the gun holster around his waist.

The staff member shrank his pupils and subconsciously looked at the security guard at the door.

The security guard, with a big belly, dozed off against the doorpost.

Seeing his wandering eyes, Zhao Chuanxin said: "That guy with a fat head is within ten meters, and no one can pass me within ten meters. Listen to my brother's advice, you can't grasp this matter, go and tell Samuel!" Er, just say Ethan is here."

The staff turned and ran to the manager's room.

Not long after, Samuel Goldberg came in a hurry. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin from afar, he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

He turned his head and said, "It's okay, it's a misunderstanding, you can go to work first."

The staff are treated with amnesty.

"Ethan, what are you doing?" he blamed.

"Haha, Gou Shileng asked me to make an appointment. I only make an appointment when I go to the bank to withdraw money."

The time is usually midnight when the building is empty.

Samuel Goldberg sighed, "Bring the money?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out 500 yuan, which is still warm.

"Let Rachel tell Sister Hua that you don't need to worry about money." After hesitating for a while, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Samuel, do you have any investment?"

Samuel Goldberg frowned: "Yes, but you don't understand this aspect, so don't persuade me any more."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Okay then, give Rachel a treat for me."

"no problem."

When Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the bank, the staff looked at him vigilantly.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen someone as handsome as me?"

The staff took a step back in fright, annoyed.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed out loud, walked out of the bank, looked back at the signboard of "Bank of Montana", and couldn't help shaking his head.

The key figure in the financial crisis - Heinze, is the shareholder of this bank.

It is the beginning of October, and soon the Heinze brothers will "squeeze short", and there will be a run on the bank.

A storm is about to form.

For the sake of his apprentice, Zhao Chuanxin has persuaded him three times.

But Samuel Goldberg didn't care at all.

There were only three things, so Zhao Chuanxin had to sit and watch the building collapse.

Thinking like this in his heart, smiling like that on his face, he hummed a little tune and walked towards Thomas W. Lawson's temporary office.

The blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the imperial horse, and the red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha...

Put on the suit, put on the top hat, hang up the pocket watch, lower the brim of the hat, and have a civilized stick in his hand.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin became the least conspicuous member of Wall Street, because the street is full of this dress.

Upstairs, the secretary still stopped me.

"Hi sir, what can I do for you?"

"Tell Thomas to come out and meet me."

"Sorry, Mr. Lawson is in a meeting."

Zhao Chuanxin came to ask for money.

Originally thought that Grenville Harper could help him make a fortune, but the water could not quench his thirst.

He had to pick Thomas W. Lawson's wool.

This time Zhao Chuanxin did not play tricks, after all, it was his own property.

He said, "How long will it take?"

The secretary thought for a while: "At least half an hour."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the sofa in the reception room, took out a cigarette and lit it: "I'll wait here, and when the meeting is over, tell him that Ethan is here."

The secretary pursed his lips and said nothing when he saw him holding his hand, brought him a cup of coffee and went out.

Thomas W. Lawson is now number one.

Some time ago, the news that he made a fortune in the stock market had spread on Wall Street.

It cannot be said to be simple here, but there is only one bookshelf, an oak table, and a few soft leather chairs.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that if it weren't for the fame of the two, their leather bag company would not even be able to recruit manpower.

In fact, Jesse Livermore has been out of recruits because of JP Morgan's participation.

Coffee + cigarettes, the magic power is boundless.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin heard people say that coffee + cigarettes are poisonous, but after arriving in the United States, he found that many people did it, so he was not afraid.

It's just that the combination of the two is really great.

Waited about 10 minutes.

The door of the meeting room opened, and people in suits and leather shoes came out one after another.

Many people waited and watched curiously as they passed by the reception room.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately lowered the brim of his hat, and they could only see a resolute chin and the smoke lingering between his fingers.

When everyone was gone, Thomas W. Lawson came in a hurry.

The secretary saw him rushing into the reception room, his eyes widened in surprise.

What is this person's background?
The boss is so important?

"Boss, are you here?"

The secretary faintly heard this sentence, and the door of the reception room was closed.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't get up, but just raised his hat: "Withdraw 1000 yuan from the account for me, don't accept rejection!"

Thomas W. Lawson vaguely felt that Zhao Chuanxin was here to ask for money, but he heard that it was only 1000 yuan, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Last time, he earned 67 knives for Zhao Chuanxin, and he himself made a small [-] knives.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin's 67 won't stay, he can pay 1000 yuan out of his own pocket.

Backed by a big tree, what's the point of paying for the shade?
So without further ado, he took money out of his pocket.

Seeing that he took out a wad of money, Zhao Chuanxin roughly divided it into two parts, pressed the larger part on the table, and slid it in front of him.

Maybe less than a thousand, maybe far more than a thousand.

All he knew was Thomas W. Lawson, who had been making a lot of money all this time.

Zhao Chuanxin was not polite, he took it and put it in his pocket.

Jesse Livermore is usually away.

He operated more behind the scenes, for fear that JP Morgan would find fault.

That old guy who is famous for his taciturnity is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Thomas W. Lawson also sat down, leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, and put his hands on the pillow: "Boss, you are really wise. After your guidance, I investigated the steel industry market and found that there is indeed a lack of capital investment in the steel industry." .”

Zhao Chuanxin analyzed the current market for Thomas W. Lawson and Jesse Livermore.

For nearly a decade, American industry has flourished, but many have lost their way.

Only those with the brightest eyes can see the crisis.

The copper industry relies on the steel industry for development, and the steel industry is now weak, so the decline in the copper industry's share price is inevitable.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, he just happened to know every economic crisis in the twentieth century and its causes.

But he also needs to add many details: "Let you investigate Brothers 'Bronze King' Heinze and 'Ice King' Morse, what's the result?"

Thomas W. Lawson's eyes were red with excitement: "Speaking of this, boss, I have to say that you are really good at predicting things. Morse has already done the trick of 'squeezing short'. This time, he and Heinze The brothers teamed up, and they naively thought that the drop in copper prices was due to someone deliberately shorting the stock market. Now, it’s time to wait for their 'short squeeze' action."

The fuse of this economic crisis is very simple, the most direct cause is the red metal - copper.

The price of copper fell, and the Heinze brothers and Morse thought that there were many people deliberately shorting, so they wanted to squeeze the short, and let the short sellers close their positions and sell stocks to reap huge profits.

But in this matter, they miscalculated two points.

First, the drop in copper prices is indeed caused by human factors, and some people deliberately short.But the more fundamental reason is that the follow-up investment in the big pool of the steel industry is insufficient, and the price of copper naturally falls.

The steel industry is the main reason for the decline. This is the general trend and it is not so easy to recover.

Second, the scale of the "squeeze" led by Morse this time is several times larger than Morse's ice business and canal business. Even with the funds of the Heinze Brothers, it is far from enough to turn the tide in the market. , so it is destined that they will be a car with the arms of the mantis.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ashes: "Don't just stare at the short sellers. You should know that although the Heinze Brothers and Morse are in charge, they are indeed rich. It is inevitable to temporarily increase the stock price of Copper. I can make some money first.”

Money is earned back and forth.

Thomas W. Lawson, bold as he was, was not so bold.

He hesitated: "Will this be too risky? For the next thing, we can't manipulate the stock price at all..."

(End of this chapter)