mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 446

Xuantianzong wants to continue to export firepower to Lugang Town, and at the same time develop itself, no matter how much money it makes, it seems to be thrown into a bottomless pit.

Especially with the recent rise of cement roads, Lugang Town not only needs to build roads, Zhao Chuanxin also plans to build an airport, although no one knows what the airport is for.

Li Guangzong was devastated every day, and the money in his wallet was stretched.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had made at least $5000 million.

All problems stem from - silver.

Once the $5000 million is in place, all problems will be solved.

But he still doesn't know that all his hopes will come to nothing...

In Lugang Township, Shuangxi cheered up the newspaper and asked Zhang Daquan: "Daquan, help me find out what this means?"

Zhang Daquan took a glance, and his eyes widened instantly.But he said in his mouth: "Isn't this just the superficial meaning? What's so difficult to understand?"

Shuangxi didn't like it, and frowned: "From a professional point of view, this is a cultural issue. To put it simply, I don't have much literacy. Please read it to me quickly. I see the name of the salary."

"..." Zhang Daquan took the newspaper: "It says that the salary transfer has earned 5000 million US dollars in the United States."

"hiss……"

Liu Guigui from the public security station is bragging with a group of businessmen.

Holding the newspaper, his face was flushed: "Look, this is my brother Zhao Chuanxin, you can't make more money than him alone..."

And of all those people who saw what the newspaper said,
The person who reacted the most was Fritz Heinze.

When Fritz Heinze saw JP Morgan's high-profile publicity for the rescue of the market in the midst of everyone's expectations, his heart skipped a beat: the old Morgan, who was watching the fire from the other side, made a move, and the New York government office was unable to repay the loan.

"Although the miser was generous, he actually gave out only 1000 million. The Tennessee coal mine is facing bankruptcy, and the anti-monopoly defenders are going to break the crisis."

This is the next stage of Zhao Chuanxin's "nonsense" prophecy to him that day.

Fritz Heinze had figured it out: "Scrooge" was Rockefeller.

On October 10, JP Morgan raised $24 million in just a few minutes. After the market closed that day, it finally made up $2350 million to provide the credit to the New York Stock Exchange to prevent the 2500 stock exchanges in the United States from direct trading. collapse.

However, the good times did not last long. On the weekend of October 10, the U.S. stock market plummeted again. At this time, there were not many silver bullets left in the hands of major banks.

JP Morgan and the New York Stock Exchange announced the suspension of all leveraged and derivative transactions on that day, and the volatility of the stock market eased, breaking through the ghost gate of the day.

That is to say, today, several powerful figures with world-renowned reputations gathered together.

They are JP Morgan, John Rockefeller Sr., and Rothschild, the king of European banks.

These people gathered for a meeting to discuss the arrangements for stabilizing the market next week.

They decided to inject $[-] million in credit certificates into the bank!

JP Morgan himself spent 3000 million to buy New York bonds, and John Rockefeller decided to inject 1000 million US dollars into Citibank.

He also told the Associated Press reporter in a high-profile way: "If necessary, I will take out half of my net worth to stabilize the overall stability of US credit."

His net worth is close to 10 billion, but he only took out 1000 million US dollars. It can be seen that this is actually bragging.

But the people who don't know the truth can't stand being moved.

When Fritz Heinze received this news, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He said to Otto in disbelief: "He... no, it's Zhao Chuanxin, and what Zhao Chuanxin said has come true. How could he know the foresight? This is terrible..."

Fritz Heinze had already accepted the fact that he had lost, but he still couldn't accept it. Zhao Chuanxin had seen through the whole situation before everything happened.

Otto frowned: "Fritz, don't be discouraged. Although we have suffered heavy losses, we still have the resources in our hands, and there is still a possibility of a comeback."

He thought that Fritz Heinze had lost his mind because of the blow.

They are indeed more able to withstand crises than ordinary people.

There was a boss surnamed "Shi" who had three ups and downs, and others were amazed, but they didn't know their level-the foundation is not six.

The basic disk is still there, but if the money is gone, it will still make a comeback.

Fritz Heinze shook his head: "You don't understand. But in the future, when we do business, we must stay away from Zhao Chuanxin. He is terrible. He can chew you until there is no bone left."

He doesn't know whether others are convinced or not, but he is convinced anyway.

……

Zhao Chuanxin was grinding his teeth at this time: "Damn it, who exposed my identity? Abraham, you send someone to the "Wall Street Journal", arrest that reporter, and torture his source. I want to know who it is , I have to peel off his skin."

Since losing the devil crystal glasses, Zhao Chuanxin felt that the whole world had become alive and well.

In the past, Abraham Cohen must have had some scruples about arresting a Wall Street Journal reporter.

But now, he drifted away: "Okay boss, we have plenty of manpower. I have a manpower of one or two hundred people in my hand. Brother Smith can find a manpower of one hundred and eighty if he raises his arms. Isn't it good to catch a tabloid reporter?" Ready to grab it?"

"That's what I want to do when I'm young, bragging more, and it will be faster when my bones are broken."

"..." Abraham Cohen sneered, "Then I'll go."

After Abraham Cohen left, Zhao Chuanxin leaned on his chin and pondered.

Now that the identity has been exposed, it is irreversible.

How do we do this?

Alfred Adler, an Austrian psychiatrist, has a famous theory of "separation of subjects", which means that to solve interpersonal troubles, it is necessary to separate subjects.

I am me, others are others.

Don't care about other people's evaluation of yourself, don't care about the reaction of the outside world, just think about your own coping methods.

His panacea to solve personal troubles may only be swallowed by a few people in the world.

And Zhao Chuanxin, who has learned to reconcile with himself since he was a child, has an aura of "separation of subjects" even if he has not read Alfred Adler's book.

Da Luo and the others knew that he was coming.

But now the problem is that the public in New York knows, if Da Luo does not deal with him, how will the public react?

Zhao Chuanxin speculated that Da Luo didn't dare to send an army to search and surround him, let alone the mayor of New York City, or the governor of New York State. They couldn't afford the consequences of Zhao Chuanxin's madness.

However, these people will definitely resort to some means.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and thought, his personal safety must be the first consideration, followed by his money bag.

Thinking that more than half of the money had been thrown out now, Zhao Chuanxin was a little relieved. He picked up the phone and turned the dial with his middle finger.

The dial returns to its original position every time you let go, generating electrical pulses that are transmitted to the switch to identify the number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and Zhao Chuanxin said, "Thomas, speed up the investment progress, and don't leave any money except the reserved funds."

Thomas W. Lawson complained: "Boss, we've been spinning, and there are too many projects."

"I don't care, raise the salary, let them go faster. If not, continue to recruit people."

Thomas W. Lawson said with a wry smile: "Since your identity was exposed, our original employees are very reliable, and they dare not even leave easily. But we can't recruit new employees at all, and people are afraid of you."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was helpless: "Anyway, do it quickly, I'm afraid they will mess with me."

"Don't worry boss, even criminals, as long as they don't get assets through crime, even if the king of heaven comes, they can't confiscate them at will. The United States is a country ruled by law."

"Thomas, believe it or not, I can change the judiciary in the United States, influence the thoughts of these politicians including Da Luo, manipulate the Rockefellers, and make the American people tame and obedient?"

"This, I'm sorry if I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you hurry up and invest the money in me?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone.

He came to the window of the office and looked down, but he didn't find any suspicious people.

Just then the handsome secretary whom Thomas W. Lawson had hired knocked on the door.

She flinched a little, and said to Zhao Chuanxin with a bit of flattery, "Boss, Mr. Cohen is here."

Now, the entire Lawson Trust Company employees already know the identity of Zhao Chuanxin.

"Call him in!"

This guy just left not long ago, why did he come back again?

Abraham Cohen enters.

After learning that the boss is Zhao Chuanxin, he struggled whether he should work under Zhao Chuanxin.

Because he was worried about being implicated.

He discussed it with the Smith brothers, and finally came to the conclusion that the cost of backstabbing or breaking away was too high, and they couldn't afford it.

Since you can't resist, break away, or backstab, then tie yourself to a boat with all your heart.

"Boss." Abraham Cohen said very respectfully, he didn't even dare to sit down, but just stood aside.

Far less casual than it used to be.

It wasn't long before Zhao Chuanxin saw him, so he changed into an expensive suit made of wool fabric, and said bluntly, "Please play if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do."

"Our Xinghui Catering Company has been smashed!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Who did it?"

Just as Abraham Cohen was about to speak, the phone rang.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, signaling to talk about it later.

He answered the phone, and it was Thomas W. Lawson: "Boss, there are two bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't get laughed out of anger: "I think Jesse is more suitable to sit in your position."

Thomas W. Lawson didn't dare to keep a secret: "The first thing, Rockefeller injected $1000 million into Citibank to stabilize credit, which gave him extra points in court. In addition, he found a man from Sing Sing Prison. The witnesses who came out proved that Andrew Miller was a murderous heretic who had assigned him to kill a black man. Therefore, Andrew Miller's testimony will not be credible. Therefore, this lawsuit will be closed."

Murderous intent flashed across Zhao Chuanxin's eyes, and he immediately suspected that the witness Rockefeller had found might be his cousin.

"If you can't get this piece of cake, then you should strongly support Shell Oil. I heard that they have encountered difficulties in their operations. It is a good time for us to make a move. What about the second thing?"

"Although there were problems in the operation of Shell Oil, Royal Dutch Petroleum Company negotiated with them one step ahead of us. The negotiation seemed to be going smoothly. I'm afraid I won't be able to intervene." Thomas W. Lawson said:
"Second thing, at the White House, the National Currency Investigation Committee was temporarily formed. It was said to investigate the financial crisis, but the first one to investigate was me. In fact, they have already come here now, outside Wait for me. Er... I suspect that this is for you..."

Abraham Cohen found that Zhao Chuanxin was holding a pen in his other hand, and the pen tip had been pressed into the desk surface by him unconsciously. With such a great effort, he was obviously angry...

(End of this chapter)