Beiyang 1917

"Young man, I have to admit that your mind is turning very quickly. Although I am not happy to be a public figure, just like you from the moment you saved someone. Since my surname is Morgan, I can't help myself in some things, but I'd rather you call me Jack, what do you think?"

Jack Morgan is not a person who is good at socializing or talking to strangers, but the Chinese youth in front of him really aroused his curiosity. Whether Edison or Anderson, they have a good personal relationship with him friend.

Regardless of General Electric Company or Pfizer, they are actually the targets of investment participation or mergers and acquisitions that banks and the investment community have been peeping for a long time.

The names of old friends Edison and Anderson came out casually from the mouth of a Chinese boy sitting next to him. How could Jack Morgan, who was having lunch alone in St. Regis, not want to ask about it?

"Mr. Morgan... Okay, Jack, you can call me Geng, Wang Geng, Wang, whatever. I am quite satisfied with Morgan's service. This morning I went to the business hall below your headquarters to open Account, although there is not much money in the account, but your lobby manager and account manager have left a deep impression on me!"

Wang Geng's ability to flatter people seems to be getting better recently, and Kelly, who is pricking up her ears, has goose bumps. Wang Geng's image in the girl's mind is gradually becoming a cunning little fox with a good temper. change.

"Oh? Have you met Freeman? He has been with Morgan for a long time. He is a capable manager. Of course, you are welcome to become a client of Morgan"

Jack casually flicked the cigar in his hand, apparently Wang Geng's compliment to Morgan made him feel good.

"Young man, excuse me, just now I vaguely heard about a deal between you and Pfizer's John Anderson. I wonder if there is anything Morgan can do for you in this deal? Well, you know about investment and banking. It is the main business of our bank, and curiosity is the driving force for our continuous development and advancement!"

Apparently Jack Morgan heard what Wang Geng said carelessly about giving 14% of the shares to John Anderson and his management team, which made him smell a huge business investment opportunity, or the smell of money.

Jack Morgan has always liked to go straight to the subject and go straight to the issues he cares about.

Things like bringing [-] US dollars to the Morgan headquarters to open an account are so small that they are not qualified to report on the desk of Jack Morgan, the head of the Morgan consortium. Report small matters in front of the lobby manager or the manager of the sales department.

Wang Geng's heart skipped a beat. Nima, this old guy is not particular. He is the most wealthy person in the United States. Why does he have such an ugly face and get straight to the point?

Forget it, anyway, if you are hugging grass and shooting rabbits, let's see who takes advantage of whom!

"Jack, you know, before things get done, it's too ostentatious, but there are even more variables. Although I'm just a cadet at West Point Military Academy, I'm still in the hospital under the guise of recuperation and I don't want to go back to the military academy to suffer. I said that keeping business secrets is very important to both parties in the transaction.”

Wang Geng looked tired and had nothing to say, while he took out Camel cigarettes from Edison, and pretended to give up cigarettes to Jack Morgan.

Jack Morgan waved the cigar in his hand, indicating that he only smoked cigars, and thought to himself, little fox, since you were so forgetful when bragging with the girl across from you just now that you were so careless, it's not that easy to slip away now.

"Really don't smoke? The cigar tastes a bit strong. I got this cigarette from Mr. Edison last night. I saw no one going to his conference room. If you don't smoke it, it will be moldy!"

Wang Geng struck a match and lit a cigarette. The old and the young looked at each other while puffing and puffing across the dining table.

Jack Morgan's falcon-like deep and sharp eyes, Wang Geng only responded with a calm and nonchalant demeanor, and his eyes did not evade at all.

Nima, there are too many American consortiums, the Rockefeller Center is just outside the door, and the Mellon family building is not far away. The world is really not your Morgan family. Wang Geng has always had a grudge against jp Morgan's company being called a company instead of a bank. Isn't this a trick to sell dog meat!

"Young man, Thomas Edison and John Anderson are my personal friends, so if they encounter difficulties, my Morgan company and I will not stand idly by!" Jack Morgan reached out and stubbed them out in the ashtray. He took down the cigar butt in his hand, and the majesty of the American financial tsar was faintly revealed in his words.

Cut, who are you bluffing, JP Morgan only grew and developed under the hands of your old man, your second generation ancestor is just inheriting your father's business, whether it is the United States or the world, the awe of Morgan is not for the sake of it You, but your father.

Although the old jp Morgan died, and you have been the head of the family for five years, you are still a long way from reaching the prestige of your father!Wang Geng slandered.

Although he didn't think so in his heart, Wang Geng said politely,

"Jack, since you are an old friend of Mr. Edison and Mr. Anderson, there is nothing to hide from you. Mr. Edison's business is easy to handle. I drew a schematic diagram of the torpedo mechanism for him. In order to express his gratitude, he started wrote me a check for fifty thousand dollars, but the money ended up in my new account with Morgan & Co.”

"So you see, you are the one who has benefited the most!" Wang Geng joked.

"Oh, it seems that you have helped Thomas a lot. Old Edison is not so generous. He only pays his son Charles a weekly salary of 25 dollars!"

Jack Morgan raised his brows. Fifty thousand dollars is nothing to a billionaire in the world like him, but to Thomas Edison, such a large amount of money is rarely spent on labor, which surprised him a bit. .

"It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning. I'm just helping out with two cigarettes. I can't bear to see my favorite idol and great inventor working overtime on weekends in his rare years!"

Wang Geng's sympathetic look in front of Jack Morgan made Miss Kaili, who was listening behind her, feel a chill again. This Wang Geng, if he doesn't brag, he will die!

"So what about Anderson and Pfizer?" Jack actually paid more attention to Pfizer.

Thomas Edison's General Electric Company was originally established by his own father. Although it is still controlled by the Edison family, Morgan's company also holds a large share in it.

However, this heavyweight company in the American chemical industry, Pfizer, Morgan has always coveted it, but has no chance to participate in or acquire a major shareholder. John Anderson's qualifications in the world are much better than his own, basically no matter how difficult it is, he refuses to sell shares easily to accept new ones. Strategic investors enter.

Could it be that the young man in front of him has some panacea that can convince Old John that he has actually put his hand into Pfizer, which Anderson has been taking care of for decades?

"Jack, I wonder how much you know about citric acid?" Wang Geng asked Morgan casually.

"Citric acid, isn't that Pfizer's housekeeping business? However, due to the war, the production and export of citrus juice concentrates in Italy and the United Kingdom have been greatly reduced. Anderson and his Pfizer are probably having a headache because of this!" Jack obviously Knows a lot about Pfizer and Anderson.

"So what do you think of the citric acid business? Is Morgan interested in investing in the chemical industry and citric acid?" Wang Geng released the bait!

"Investment is the core business of JP Morgan. Of course, we maintain attention and interest in any industry that can make money. However, in my opinion, if Pfizer, a giant in the chemical industry such as citric acid production, is unsustainable, laymen must participate In this industry, I'm afraid I'm going to have a bloody head!"

Jack Morgan is obviously not that easy to fool. Could it be that the young man in front of him invented some new formula of citric acid?

He remembered that at Edison’s 70th birthday dinner not long ago, Pfizer’s old John, who came to the dinner together, vowed that the Pfizer laboratory, which was built with a lot of money, has been officially in operation for several months, and he hopes to develop the production process and formula of citric acid soon. Breakthrough.

Could it be that this matter was messed up by this boastful Chinese in front of him?

Jack Morgan looked suspiciously at Wang Geng opposite.