mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 451
Edith Roosevelt was faintly disappointed.

Eugene Hale cannot be regarded as the enemy of her and Da Luo, but it is not uncommon for political differences to kill each other.

From this incident, Edith Roosevelt could also see that Zhao Chuanxin was not as reckless as the public imagined.

She said: "Just wait, you will receive a call from him in a while."

Sure enough, not long after, the phone rang.

This is not a normal phone call.

The two people who have never met each other but have known each other for a long time can only faintly hear each other's breathing.

No one spoke for half a minute.

Even Thomas W. Lawson on the side was waiting anxiously, scratching his head.

"Zhao Chuanxin?" Da Luo spoke first.

In the United States, no matter if they are Chinese or other ethnicities, as long as the first name is called, the first name comes first and the last name comes last.

Only Zhao Chuanxin, everyone called him by name in the correct order.

Because these three characters no longer represent a name, but a symbol. Some people yearn for the wealth represented by this symbol, while others are full of fear.

This kind of feeling is like confronting a lion hiding in the grass on the prairie. The feeling of suffocation is like a shadow, and he neither dares to move forward nor show his back.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "I thought we were playing a game where whoever speaks first loses. I could spend a whole day with you on this."

Thomas W. Lawson was dumbfounded.

The opposite is the current big boss of this country.

Da Luo didn't get angry, he laughed: "But I can't, I'm doing business, I don't have so much time. I have to get up 15 minutes earlier every day, so I will have 91.25 more hours a year, and use this time to do useful things. Meaningful things. Think about it, how about you? What do you like to do?"

He was insinuating that Zhao Chuanxin didn't do his job properly, and actually did some things like burning, killing and looting. The two were not on the same level.

After all, he is a big boss in the United States, and he has a way of speaking.Swearing without dirty words.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Me? I like to sleep, so I have to find time to sleep for 15 more minutes every day. It is comfortable, energetic, not easy to age, and I have money to spend, and others are afraid of me."

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

What's wrong with being lazy?What are you working hard for?Is it really to enjoy life?Isn't it just enjoying life to wrap the recliner?This is timeless.

It's useless to say anything else, just see who gets old soon.

Thomas W. Lawson chuckled.

"..." Da Luo is also a man with a very charming personality. Although the hardware conditions are not as good as Zhao Chuanxin, he is not angry. "

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "The main reason is that I want you to pay back the money, 750 million."

"This, I'm sorry I can't do anything, you have to go to Eugene Hale."

The congressman was moved out again.

"Let's do this." Zhao Chuanxin held the landline so that he could lean on the back of the chair: "I'll give you two days to think about it. After this deadline, you will lose more than the 750 million."

In two days, it should be enough for the White Fleet to arrive in New York.

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

There are still a few days left, and Zhao Chuanxin feels that it is time to do something serious, such as: go back to the manor and lie down for two days?
At the thought of lying down, he wanted to go home.

He got up and picked up his clothes: "Take the trash can, oh, and this piece of paper on the table, throw it away."

Thomas W. Lawson felt no problem and obeyed.

Be a qualified little brother.

However, when he saw the painting on the table, he was stunned. Instead of nestling up or folding it in half, he carefully rolled it up and took it away.

……

Everyone felt that Fritz Heinze had changed.

Because he has been a little dazed recently, and he doesn't want to do something to turn himself around, so he can't extricate himself from a pile of old and new newspapers every day.

The new paper, about the latest storm on Wall Street.

Old newspapers are about Zhao Chuanxin's past deeds.

If Li Ziyu on Hong Kong Island has the keen sense and talent of a detective, then Fritz Heinze at this time is completely on the edge of his horn.

For many things, he couldn't help but rely on Zhao Chuanxin.

For example, he found that when Zhao Chuanxin came to the United States to kill the Quartet because of discrimination, many banks were stolen along the way from west to east.

He stubbornly believed that if the time and route could be matched, it must be Zhao Chuanxin who did it.

Then Jesse Livermore made a fortune shorting the market after the San Francisco earthquake.

Now, he knew that Jesse Livermore was working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Then Zhao Chuanxin's start-up capital may have been withdrawn from the bank.

Don't think he is like a mystic who likes to use rote, but let alone, he guessed right this time.

Technology has brought the world closer, but it's not that close.

Therefore, some clues that are obvious to the people of later generations are stunned by no one.

Many newspapers are local reports, as long as you don't search deliberately, you may not be able to find any clues.

There is no computer, and it is impossible to search for a bunch of information casually.

When making a phone call, once the distance is too far, the signal may be distorted.

Sending a telegram is very expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it, so they can only pick up important things to say.

That is to say, Fritz Heinze, who is not short of money and has connections, can collect so much information.

He looked at the newspapers of the past two days and found that Moore Shiley, the largest brokerage in the United States, had pledged a large number of shares of Tennessee Coal, Steel and Railroad Companies through stock pledges.

But Tennessee Coal, Steel, and Railroad shares plummeted, putting Moore Sleeh's company at risk of forced liquidation.

JP Morgan went out again.

Because of the bank bosses, the money in their pockets has almost been squeezed dry.

JP Morgan turned his attention to the steel tycoon, Andrew Carnegie.

It is also a business giant.

After difficult negotiations, Andrew Carnegie finally reached an agreement with the seller and decided to acquire.

At this time, the acquisition is naturally an advantage.

But they face a problem.

Luo, the chief boss of the United States, is most opposed to market monopoly.

You Andrew Carnegie is already a steel tycoon, and now you want to acquire the Tennessee Company. Is this a monopoly or something?
After much deliberation, he went to Washington to meet Da Luo, and after a lot of tears, Da Luo reluctantly agreed.

If we disagree, the bitter fruit brought about by economic shrinkage may be difficult to end.

Fritz Heinze, who was reading the newspaper, suddenly realized: the anti-monopoly defender that Zhao Chuanxin said was Da Luo!

So far, Zhao Chuanxin's prophecy has come true except for the last sentence.

None of the key points were missed.

Fritz Heinze's hands trembled.

this is too scary.

Wisdom is so close to a demon!
Call it bullshit, but when these things happened, Fritz Heinze found that they are all intertwined.

Theoretically speaking, it can indeed be inferred.

But this is even more terrifying.

Now, only Zhao Chuanxin's last sentence has not been fulfilled: the United States may be in trouble.

Is it time to start a sword?
At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly came to report: "Master, there is a Chinese outside, named Kang Youwei, who wants to see you."

Fritz Heinze might not care if he reported his name directly.

But the word "Chinese" made him startled: "Is that man very young, handsome, 6 feet 1 to 2 inches tall? Is he different from ordinary Chinese, he looks very strong, looks A sense of strength?"

The first thing he thought of was that Zhao Chuanxin called at the door, because Zhao Chuanxin always used a pseudonym.

The butler shook his head: "No, it's a short and fat old man, he's getting old, with a strange Qing Dynasty hairstyle, with braids. Not handsome at all, and a little wretched."

Fritz Heinze breathed a sigh of relief: "Let him in."

……

Zhao Chuanxin has returned to North Tarrytown.

Yoneshan doesn't like New York City, there is no lush vegetation there, and there is always thick smoke billowing over the city.

And those cars, they don't run fast, and their butts are suffocating.

Back in North Tarrytown, it was happiest.

One person and one horse, strolling comfortably in the town.

Soon, he arrived at the Goldberg mansion.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Chuanxin drove to the door: "Rachel, are you at home?"

Half a minute later, the door was opened, and Rachel Kervis appeared with a haggard face.

She forced a smile: "You are back."

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

Rachel Kvis has never been the kind of stunning woman, but she has a graceful figure and a sense of American Xiaojiabiyu.

She is also very scheming, always knows how to use men to achieve certain goals, but will not be taken advantage of.

It was the first time he had seen her so haggard.

Zhao Chuanxin got off his horse: "What's wrong?"

Rachel Kvis showed a very aggrieved smile: "It's nothing, just a little thing."

"Hey." Zhao Chuanxin said with compassion: "This financial crisis is good for everything, but it's a little bit expensive for my apprentice."

Rachel Kervis: "…"

Zhao Chuanxin looked around: "Where did Samuel go?"

"He, he..." Rachel Kervis didn't know what to say. "He's gone to the tavern."

"In town?"

"Ah."

"Come on, I'll take you to find him."

"Ah?" Rachel Kvis was a little flustered: "No, no, let him drink..."

"Drink a few, let's go, I will help you persuade him and cheer him up."

Rachel Kervis thought: Sure enough, he's still the same, always the same boss.

She pursed her lips: "No, can you walk with me?"

"Oh, I have bad legs and feet, then you get on the horse, I will take you for a ride and then go find him."

"Then I'm going to change clothes."

She wore a long velvet nightgown trimmed with bejeweled mesh, at a time when loungewear was luxurious and elaborate, especially in middle-class homes.

But Zhao Chuanxin grabbed her and said, "Whatever you want to change, it's fine like this, let's get on the horse."

Rachel Kervis had never been out like this before.

She was still hesitating, but she was pulled closer by Zhao Chuanxin, and with a little force on her buttocks, she got on the horse in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin sat in the back and said, "Mi Shan, run along the Hudson River."

Mi Shan neighed, raised his hooves and galloped.

Rachel Kervis exclaimed, and the hem of her robe was lifted: "Ah, don't be so fast, I'm gone."

Indeed, the wind blew up the hem of her robe, somewhat obstructing her vision.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and pressed the robe against her lower abdomen.

Not knowing whether she was frightened by the speed or for some other reason, Rachel Kervis exclaimed again.

But it was really enjoyable.

Rachel Kervis has ridden a horse too, but there has never been a horse as tall as Mishan that can still run like the wind and be as fast as the thunder.

It is not only fast, but also very powerful, and its back is as stable as Mount Tai.

After a while, Rachel Kervis got used to it, her hair fluttering, and she found it very enjoyable.

The depression of many days was dispelled by the passing beauty.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice rang in her ears: "Scream if you want, don't hold back."

"what……"

(End of this chapter)