mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 444 Pay attention in the next life

Originally, JP Morgan may not be able to meet Jesse Livermore today.

Jesse Livermore was still shorting the market, but with his own money.

He has his own judgment, let the stock price fall for a while, but he himself is leisurely going out to play with his mistress on the yacht.

But Zhao Chuanxin gave an order, and he had to come back to work.

After JP Morgan went upstairs, he was met by a secretary with a fleshy butt like a butterfly jade, still wearing a long skirt this season, swaying and telling him: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will make an announcement."

JP Morgan looked at it, how does this look like a trust company?
There is no counter or anything, but it is all offices.

The bodyguard muttered: "What a big card."

JP Morgan usually doesn't talk about persuasion, he only says it once, he will never let others go, and he will not persuade him, even if he is an ally.

He didn't respond, and the bodyguard shut up instead.

The secretary came back swaying again. JP Morgan felt that if there was a narrow alley, the woman might not be able to walk through it.

You hit a wall everywhere, you know?
"Sir, please follow me."

Jesse Livermore's office is spacious, with a bathroom, a bogus rack, a desk and chair, clothes racks, and, most ridiculously, a cloakroom.

When JP Morgan knocked on the door and entered, Jesse Livermore looked up. He was startled, got up a little stiffly, immediately put on a smile, rubbed his hands on his pants, and quickly stepped forward to reach out: "Mr. Morgan, I didn't expect you to come here."

JP Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his serious face, very stiff, but those who know him will understand that he is already very face-saving.

"Hello, Mr. Livermore."

The partners thought he was here to lecture Jesse Livermore, but they never expected him to be so kind.

"Just call me Jesse. Please sit down, Mr. Morgan." Then he said to the secretary who hadn't left yet: "Go, make a cup of coffee. Oh, no, Mr. Morgan, do you want tea or coffee? We have top black tea, green tea, and Colombian coffee."

JP Morgan could see Jesse Livermore nervous.

This is a normal reaction for many people to see him.

JP Morgan's face returned to seriousness: "Coffee is fine, thank you."

Jesse Livermore sat down opposite: "Mr. Morgan, what are you here for?"

He had a few guesses in his heart.

JP Morgan was straightforward: "Two things, first, I personally ask you not to continue to short the market, the situation is already bad, and your reputation as a 'big bear on Wall Street' will lead to more short participation .”

Jesse Livermore wants to look forward to himself in terms of finance, and it will definitely not work for anyone else.

No way, he would reply: Who are you?

But in the face of JP Morgan, he dare not be presumptuous, and he admires and respects this business giant in his heart.

He sighed: "Since Mr. Morgan asked, I will naturally follow suit."

He was able to agree so readily because Zhao Chuanxin had already stopped, and he was currently shorting the market with his personal assets.

JP Morgan continued: "Second thing, I want to meet Mr. Zhao."

Jesse Livermore was so shocked that his hair almost stood on end.

Good guy, is this clear and ready to ride face output?
He was speechless for a moment.

JP Morgan was not in a hurry, just looked at him quietly.

Facing this old man, Jesse Livermore was quite stressed.

After half a minute, Jesse Livermore spoke with a hoarse voice: "I... can tell him, I can't guarantee whether I will see you or not."

The bodyguard showed displeasure.

This troublesome son "Mr. Zhao", does he dare not give old Morgan face?

Jesse Livermore got up and walked outside.

JP Morgan was stunned: It seems that Zhao Chuanxin is here.

After a while, Jesse Livermore came back: "The boss promised to see you, please follow me."

The bodyguard finally couldn't help it: "He's so arrogant."

JP Morgan glanced at him: "You pretend not to know me later, I don't want to be implicated."

bodyguard:"……"

JP Morgan pushed the door open and went in.

The moment he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Is "The Butcher of the Far East" so young?
I saw that this person was wearing a black wool suit with medium gloss, and a silk matte black shirt inside. Although it was all black, it had layers of different gloss.

Italian-style waterfall sleeves, the cufflinks are made of gold and silver, intertwined with a Chinese character "deer".

Right now, he was leaning on his chin with his right hand, and was leaning over his desk to read the documents.The long hair hangs casually from the side, obviously unmanaged.

This doesn't look like a butcher, it looks like a mourner...

JP Morgan came in, Zhao Chuanxin didn't lift his head, and said calmly: "Here we come, sit down."

Don't give this bad old man any face.

JP Morgan unbuttoned his clothes and sat down, but his butt only touched the edge of the chair, and leaned forward slightly: "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zhao Chuanxin made a stroke on the information, pushed it aside by the way, looked up and smiled: "You are also very tough, you can't tell that you are a 90-year-old person at all."

JP Morgan: "I'm 70 years old."

"Stop talking nonsense, why are you looking for me?"

Zhao Chuanxin is not polite at all.

City mansion and sophistication, are those things that Zhao Chuanxin is entitled to have?

The bodyguard is talkative: "You should be respectful when talking to Mr. Morgan..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin asked JP Morgan: "Your man?"

"I do not recognize."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, with an extra ax in his hand, and threw it out casually.

puff...

The bodyguard fell straight down.

The ax lodged in his forehead.

JP Morgan was trembling in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Jesse Livermore, who was standing next to him, jumped up in fright, and just wanted to scream, but covered his mouth in time.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "How presumptuous, I hope he will pay attention in his next life."

JP Morgan said in his heart, he really is a butcher, and it is not bad to be called a mourner.

And his bodyguard really wanted to kill himself.

Dark red blood flowed down the ground.

JP Morgan moved his chair uncomfortably, his nose was filled with the smell of blood, and he was a little nauseous.

Jesse Livermore even hid in a corner.

Suppressing his nausea, JP Morgan bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Zhao should have made a lot of money this time."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar, and the smoke was hazy.

"The essence of making money is not to fill it up, but to light it up."

JP Morgan frowned deeply, this sounded a bit interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin sank himself deeply into a high-end soft chair, and there was a cold corpse lying in the room, but he was unaffected, and said indifferently: "There must be a king in 500 years, don't you just want to see You and Rockefeller are the only two rich people in New York?"

Rockefeller's assets are probably between 7 million and 10 billion, while JP Morgan's personal assets should have exceeded 10 billion US dollars at this time.

JP Morgan shook his head: "That's not the case. I just hope that Mr. Zhao can stop and even start to go long."

"Why? You brought down Charles Barney, caused Wall Street to collapse, and even banks in small places are facing the risk of bankruptcy. Now you rush back and tell me to stop. Are you picking peaches? Duozhu that .”

"..." JP Morgan asked, "What do you want?"

"What can you give?"

"I can promise that I will not be an enemy of Mr. Zhao in the future, including my partner."

Zhao Chuanxin was actually quite moved.

It is absolutely impossible to move all the money back to the country.

If you invest in your own business, it’s okay to make small troubles, but if you grow bigger, you will face the risk of being suppressed by this group of dogs.

So now he can only cast the net widely and invest all the money in other companies.

But he was definitely dissatisfied: "Oh, the problem is, what if you are my enemy? I will do business honestly, and I will send you a word. I am here in the tower. You can try to use my property."

JP Morgan shook his head: "Enterprises and finance are not fighting and killing. You don't need to touch your industry, and you can't continue to do it. You still can't catch me. Before, you were hiding in the dark. But now you It's already surfaced."

What he said was true.

Unless Zhao Chuanxin can destroy the entire beautiful country, there is really nothing he can do about them.

Capitalists are all virtuous, and sometimes they even sacrifice their lives for money.

Once this group of people got together, Zhao Chuanxin clearly couldn't play with them in business.

All he wants now is money.

"Yes." Zhao Chuanxin didn't play tricks.

JP Morgan said: "But I can only represent myself and my recent partner, not Rockefeller, let alone Roosevelt. All their actions have nothing to do with me."

Focus on rigor.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stood up and walked towards JP Morgan with no expression on his face.

JP Morgan was taken aback. He looked at Zhao Chuanxin tightly and loosely, and used the second alternative at any time-to escape.

Although it might be useless.

Clinker, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stretched out his hand to him, with a smile warmer than the autumn afternoon sun on his face: "Hey, since we are friends, you don't have to be so polite. I wish you good fortune like the East Sea, and a long life like Nanshan. Jesse and Thomas, my two incompetent brothers, still need your support, after all, they are latecomers."

JP Morgan swears he's never seen anyone change so quickly, never.

The pitiful old Morgan stood up in a daze, and shook hands with Zhao Chuanxin: "It's easy to say..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled again and said: "Don't worry, we will prepare in the next few days, and then start to do more. This is what every financial person on Wall Street should do. For such a small matter, just call or send someone to come Just let me know, why bother you to come here in person, it's really a sin."

JP Morgan, who was always serious, had his eyes straightened at this moment.

Why do these words sound like malicious intentions?
He nodded tremblingly: "That's nothing, I'll go first."

"Quickly, Jesse, send off Mr. Morgan. Please forgive me, Mr. Morgan, I will not send people on the road easily."

Once on the road, there is no turning back.

"Ah?" JP Morgan hurriedly said, "No need."

When JP Morgan went downstairs, the security personnel outside asked suspiciously: "Sir, this gun and knife must be returned to your bodyguard, what about others?"

JP Morgan waved his hand: "No, you keep it."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice to the coachman: "Go quickly, you've met a lunatic, hurry up."

Then, he threw up on the wagon...

When JP Morgan leaves, Jesse Livermore goes upstairs.

A reporter from the "Wall Street Journal" excitedly checked the camera from the corner across the street: "It's a big profit, it's a big profit now, even the old Morgan was photographed..."

(End of this chapter)