mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 431 Thanks Big Brother Carnival

Jesse Livermore was taken aback.

Guiltyly looking around, he found that the white collar of the company next door was looking at him in surprise.

I boil...

Jesse Livermore picked up the hat on the ground and said silently: Can't see me, can't see me...

As soon as he left, the white-collar workers next door looked at each other in dismay: "Isn't that Wall Street bear Jesse Livermore?"

"Wall Street Bear" is the nickname given to him by Wall Street elites after Jesse Livermore acted as a trader for Zhao Chuanxin to short the market last year.

"I heard he made a lot of money last year!"

"This is a short-selling genius, but it's a pity that he was targeted by the old Morgan, and he let the trader not do things for him."

"How did he appear here?"

"Isn't the office next door to that great stock market man, the Southern guy Thomas W. Lawson?"

Thomas W. Lawson was a Southerner.

The eyes of this group of white-collar workers suddenly lit up.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, so don't talk about Liaozhai.

They all fell silent.

But they all came up with an idea: why not use this matter to please Wall Street giant JP Morgan?
……

Thomas W. Lawson has already begun to organize his staff to buy the shares of United Copper in batches.

American exchanges, also known as "street exchanges".

In the street exchange, Fritz Heinze looked at the bulletin board. The share price of United Copper began to soar beyond his expectations, and everyone was stunned.

He called his younger brother Otto: "Today, Morse used the money in the fund pool to drive up the stock price? Didn't he already say that before the short-squeeze action, don't violently increase the stock price?"

Because the sharp increase means that a large amount of funds must be invested, and subsequent funds will be insufficient.

The emotions of retail investors should be pulled slowly, not too forcefully.

At this time, the staff of the street exchange changed the information on the bulletin board again—the share price of United Copper had risen from $34 to $37.

Otto was stunned: "No, Morse was drunk last night, and he hasn't woken up yet. How could it be him?"

Fritz Heinze frowned: "It's impossible for retail investors to follow suit with such an exaggerated increase. Hurry up and check."

It should be said that the rise in stock prices at this time is beneficial and harmless to them.

But the stock market is by no means a black and white game.

It took Otto a few hours to understand the situation, and hurried back to report: "It is Thomas W. Lawson, and he is inhaling the shares of the United Copper Corporation."

Fritz Heinze picked up his coat: "No, I'm going to ask the southern guy to see if he's an enemy or a friend!"

It's all on Wall Street, within 10 minutes' walk, Fritz Heinze will be there.

The secretary did not recognize his boss Zhao Chuanxin, but he did know the "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze.

"Mr. Heinze, what can I do for you?" the secretary asked respectfully.

Fritz Heinze was preoccupied: "I want to see Mr. Lawson."

The secretary said: "He is in a meeting, can you wait for a while?"

"No, I will see him right away." Fritz Heinze looked at the secretary firmly.

Different people have different fates, the secretary went to the meeting room without hesitation, even though it would interrupt the meeting.

While Fritz Heinze was waiting on the sofa, a probing woman walked in.

This woman was tall, fair-skinned, and wore a headscarf, but she couldn't hide her beauty.

Fritz Heinze's eyes suddenly lit up.

He got up, first tidied his hair, and then walked over with three steps: "Ma'am, I'm Heinze, Fritz Heinze."

"Oh, oh, hello, my name is Rebecca Levy."

Rebecca Levi is nervous.

Although she didn't know the "Bronze King", just judging from his attire and his aura of being in a high position for a long time, he was definitely extraordinary.

And she is just a little civilian girl whose life has just improved, but still hasn't escaped poverty, and her life is very tight.

The $50 in her pocket was almost all her savings, and she was about to squeeze out of it.

"Rebecca, has anyone ever told you to be beautiful?"

Rebecca Levi was even more at a loss.

She took a step back: "Thank you."

There is a sense of distance of "please respect yourself" everywhere.

Fritz Heinze laughed.

There are too many women who stick to him on the pole, he is not rare.

He just loves this one!
Just as he was about to speak, the door of the conference room opened.

Thomas W. Lawson came out. "Mr. Heinze."

"Thomas, may I call you that?"

"Yes, it is my pleasure." Thomas W. Lawson said politely.

Fritz Heinze saw that many people were leaving the meeting room one after another, so he didn't speak for the time being.

Many people recognized the famous "Bronze King" and came to say hello.

But two people caught Fritz Heinze's attention.

The brims of these two hats were very low, and one of them was tall and strong.

The two didn't say hello, they didn't even raise their heads, and went straight to the reception room.

Fritz Heinze asked curiously, "Who are those two?"

Thomas W. Lawson said "Oh": "They are just my employees, newcomers."

Having said that, Fritz Heinze saw Belika Levi walking straight towards the tall man.

Then, the tall man pulled her in at the door of the reception room.

Fritz Heinze frowned, a little unhappy.

He asked again: "Is that woman named Rebecca Levi just now your employee or your family?"

Thomas W. Lawson shook his head. He was also a little uncertain, but he didn't dare to meddle in Zhao Chuanxin's business: "It's not, maybe it's the employee's family."

As he spoke, he led Fritz Heinze to the conference room.

And Zhao Chuanxin saw the famous "Bronze King" Fritz Heinze, and found that he was just an inconspicuous white fat man.

The nose is large, but the bridge of the nose is straight and high.

The hair is naturally curly and parted meanly in the middle.

He didn't pay much attention. Seeing that Rebecca Levi had come here, he pulled her into the reception room: "How do you know I'm here?"

Rebecca Levi thought he was blaming him, and quickly explained: "I asked Abraham about it."

She also didn't say that Abraham Cohen told her on his own initiative, because she was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would punish Abraham Cohen.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "What are you asking me for?"

Rebecca Levi had no excuses, and hesitated for a long time: "I want to invest in the project you invested in, and here is my $50."

In fact, she wasn't keen on it.

She found all transactions on Wall Street unreal and disturbing, like walking on clouds.

Everything here is too far away from her life of getting up early and working late at night.

But she couldn't explain why she came here, why she was willing to take the risk and took out all her belongings, and she floated to this unlisted office on Wall Street as if in a dream.

Seeing her clutching her pocket tightly, even the back of her hand turned white, Zhao Chuanxin understood what the $50 meant to her.

Angrily and funny, he pushed her down on the chair, and said to Jesse Livermore, "Go and get two cups of coffee."

The well-known "Giant Wall Street Bear" was commanded by Zhao Chuanxin like the third grandson.

He hurriedly went out to get coffee.

Zhao Chuanxin said viciously: "Go back and tell Abraham that dog, keep your mouth shut, or I'll sew him up!"

Rebecca Levi was taken aback: "It doesn't matter what he does, I think..."

She stopped suddenly, and then stammered, "Anyway, I asked the question myself. If you want to blame it, you can blame me."

"That's alright, poke your butt, I'll kick your feet to vent your anger."

"what……"

Seeing her stupid look, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Bring it!"

"Take what?"

"50 dollars!"

"Oh."

When I opened the bag, there were small broken tickets and even a handful of coins inside.

For some reason, Zhao Chuanxin always wanted to play tricks on her.

He pulled up a pile of 50 dollars made up of small change, smiled and said: "Oh, that's great, thank you Big Brother Carnival! I'll take this 50 dollars to eat and drink, buy a few dozen cigars, and buy them to age for 5 years." Whiskey, really good."

Rebecca Levi bit her lip: "If you want to buy those, I have no objection, and I should be grateful to you."

Because Abraham Cohen told her that it was Zhao Chuanxin who gave her permission to use the second plan.

This saved her from having to pay a large franchise fee.

And food trucks are really making money!

She felt that she should be grateful to Zhao Chuanxin.

Especially this person always uses that bluffing face to cover up his concern and care for her.

Zhao Chuanxin was convinced: "Well, well, it's so neat, right? People are stupid and have a lot of money, right?"

"I only gave it to you, and I didn't give it to anyone else." Rebecca Levi murmured in a low voice.

Zhao Chuanxin put the money away, and couldn't help scratching the messy beard on his face: "Okay, I'll allow you to join the gang."

When Rebecca Levi saw it, she suddenly said, "Let me shave for you."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Even she was stunned, how could she make such a request?
Zhao Chuanxin didn't think too much about it. Recently, he really neglected to take care of his personal image.

So he threw a Gillette razor and a towel on the table: "There's hot water and a basin outside."

Seeing that he didn't say anything strange, Rebecca Levi was relieved, picked up the towel and hurried out.

In the conference room, Fritz Heinze asked: "Thomas, tell me, what are you doing?"

Thomas W. Lawson said with a smile: "I'm just investing, that's all. I think Consolidated Copper's stock price will go up, and I want to get a piece of it."

"So simple?"

"Of course, besides money, what else do I care about?"

Fritz Heinze watched Thomas W. Lawson for signs of ulterior motives in his face.

But Thomas W. Lawson was calm.

Because the door of the meeting room was open, at this moment, Fritz Heinze saw Rebecca Levi hurried away with a towel out of the corner of his eye.Not long after, he came back with a basin of hot water.

He frowned. "Thomas, I hope we are friends. This is especially important to me."

Thomas W. Lawson pursed his lips and nodded seriously: "You are right, we are friends, so, Mr. Heinze, you don't mind your friends taking a share, right?"

Fritz Heinze got up: "Of course. In a few days, you will hear some rumors. Let's stop here today."

Thomas W. Lawson narrowed his eyes.

Despite Fritz Heinze's mystification, Thomas W. Lawson already knew what was going to happen in a few days.

Because Zhao Chuanxin told him that Heinze would definitely ask his younger brother Otto and business partner Morse to warn the short sellers to stop them.

The boss really has no plans!

So he didn't ask, and got up and shook hands with Fritz Heinze: "Once again, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Heinze."

"Me too."

The two shook hands hypocritically, and Fritz Heinze left the meeting room.

It was just that when he went out, he saw Rebecca Levi trimming the beard of the tall man in the reception room...

(End of this chapter)