I, Zhu Houzhao, join the US imperialist chat group

Chapter 301 Wall Street tycoons felt the shock of the anti-thieves! A new version of America, the third country

"The situation is this..."

"Pay the money and help me accomplish great things!"

"I am a very open-minded person. I will give you half an hour to think about it."

"Think about it and register here at Roosevelt!"

Ten minutes later, Zhu Houzhao returned to the restaurant lobby and stated his various small requests in front of Roosevelt Sr. and the Wall Street tycoons.

This last sentence undoubtedly put old Roosevelt on the spot.

But Roosevelt no longer cared.

Especially on the street outside the restaurant, various gunshots were heard from time to time, but... as time passed, the bustling Wall Street returned to tranquility and reached a kind of shutdown state. All these situations proved that they encountered a large-scale pig-killing scheme today.

In the past, they were financial operators.

Today, they encountered an even more ruthless person who manipulated politics and reshuffled national power.

They also became a dish.

Zhu Houzhao didn't need to explain the importance of this matter, as they already knew it.

"Your Majesty, I will consider this carefully, but I would like to ask you, are you representing yourself... or are there other forces behind you? We need more accurate information before we can make a decision..."

A middle-aged man suddenly spoke, wanting to get more information about Zhu Houzhao.

After all, this is the first time since the founding of the United States, and they have never experienced it before.

They still lack a certain understanding of what traitors are.

I always feel that now that Zhu Houzhao has stated his ultimate goal, he is asking for something from them.

When he spoke, everyone else looked over.

"Who is this……"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Roosevelt.

"Your Majesty, this is the owner of Citibank, Mr. James Stillman. Citibank is the largest bank on Wall Street and is much richer than our Roosevelt Bank." Roosevelt quickly introduced.

"Yes! Your Majesty, our Citibank is not only the largest bank on Wall Street, but also has a certain scale in the United States. Your business will definitely require a lot of money, and we can help you with it." Stillman was not afraid, and he also talked about cooperation face to face.

There is nothing to be afraid of. The rebels will not eat people.

"Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty, we at DuPont Bank... can also provide you with all the help we can and help you with anything." A middle-aged man also said hurriedly, fearing that this kind of business would be snatched away by Citibank.

As soon as these two people spoke, people from other banks also started to speak, as if they were once again treating this matter as a business.

Roosevelt couldn't help but look at these people with sympathy.

Don’t these people understand the concept?
"Slow, slow, slow... Come one by one. Have you thought it through? Are you so eager to join my business?"

Zhu Houzhao had also gained some insights. This situation was somewhat beyond his expectations. Don’t these American businessmen have the concept of selling out their country in their minds?
Everyone was quiet.

"So... Your Majesty, I was just asking you how much power and army you have behind you... Do you have any foreign capital? Foreign power?"

The boss of Citibank looked at Zhu Houzhao strangely and said, "We will cooperate with you in all aspects only after we understand your strength."

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, Mr. Stillman's meaning is what we mean!"

"You also need to show how strong you are, so that our bank can evaluate you and give you a loan..."

Others nodded.

"You guys, cooperation? Loan?"

Zhu Houzhao finally understood what this group of people meant.

"Roosevelt, I think you need to explain to them that I am not looking for partners, but servants, and I am robbing! You still want to borrow money, I hope you understand one thing, that is, from this moment on, if you want to survive, you must give me all your assets and gold! I am not your customer, I am your master! You can only follow me! You are my dog!"

Zhu Houzhao decisively corrected these people's misconceptions: "Likewise! I'll tell you the truth! My background is the mysterious ancient country in the East! Now, the vanguard only has 3,000 people!"

"This is the situation! I hope you can think it over carefully!"

What a joke! These people must have never seen the unreasonableness of the rebels. Zhu Houzhao felt that killing a chicken to scare the monkeys was not enough.

"Well... we serve as dogs for His Majesty the King..."

"You only have 3,000 people? And... and you are from the East..."

The face of the boss of Citibank finally turned ugly. Zhu Houzhao was too lazy to say anything. He just nodded and then drank his coffee leisurely.

"Impossible! You are robbing me! I, the DuPont Bank, will never be your dog!"

The other person finally reacted and wanted to refuse directly.

boom!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the Jinyiwei beside Zhu Houzhao shot him, causing him to fall to the ground.

"So, I've said it three times, I'm just robbing! Speak in a slightly better tone, do you think I'm a sick cat?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at everyone speechlessly and urged again: "There are still twenty minutes! Think about it carefully!"

Quiet.

All the big players in the restaurant looked at each other again and finally realized why the flowers were so red.

"Roosevelt, this way...I have something to discuss with you!"

The boss of Citibank plucked up his courage again and pulled Roosevelt aside. He was really considering whether he wanted to be a dog.

There's nothing you can do, you've gotten used to it.

Zhu Houzhao did not stop it, watching all this playfully, and could not help teasing Roosevelt: "Roosevelt, do you think what I just said to them was not clear enough?"

"Your Majesty, it's not that you didn't explain it clearly, it's that they don't understand..." Roosevelt Jr. was no longer afraid of him, as if he felt that Zhu Houzhao would not hurt him.

"Hehe, so, do you think your father can understand? Will he understand? If your father doesn't understand, do you think I will kill him?"

He continued to tease Roosevelt.

"No! Your Majesty, my father will definitely understand! Our Roosevelt family will definitely serve you wholeheartedly!" Young Roosevelt was shocked and quickly made a decision for his father.

"Haha, I hope your dad is sober enough. If not, I don't mind replacing him with someone more obedient."

Zhu Houzhao was even happier.

Twenty minutes passed quickly.

"Time's up! Roosevelt, how many people have registered with you, and how much property and gold do they each have?" Zhu Houzhao didn't have time to waste on them.

"Your Majesty, I basically agree with everything, except... except..."

Roosevelt came over with a notebook and looked at the other group of people with an unhappy expression.

"Why should we agree? You damn Oriental... This is America! You..."

"Yes! Why should we be your dogs? What qualifications do you have? "

"You only have 3,000 men? I advise you to let us go, or else you will die miserably when the federal soldiers arrive!"

There are indeed some stubborn people who will not shed tears until they see the coffin. Even at this time, they are still as ignorant of the current situation as ever.

Zhu Houzhao just let them scold him and just waved his hand, and the Jinyiwei around him took action.

"what are you doing!?"

"What do you want to do?! Let me tell you! This is the Federation!"

"I'm a member of parliament!"

"Ahhhh... spare me! I do!"

"I am willing to give all my property——"

"Butcher, you butcher!"

"woo woo woo woo--"

In less than half a minute, the restaurant was quiet.

Then after a few parabolas, there were a dozen more corpses on the street.

This situation made some people silent and thankful. "Now, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Roosevelt and the boss of Citibank, but no one answered.

"Very good! Next, Roosevelt, and you...Stillman?"

"Take our people and go get the money! I want gold first... then Roosevelt, Stillman... all the assets on Wall Street. Now I need you to reintegrate the assets and personnel. I need all the detailed information and available people in an hour!"

"If there is any resistance, shoot to death without mercy!"

Zhu Houzhao made arrangements directly.

"Yes! Your Majesty..."

The few of them had no choice but to agree. They had to board the pirate ship whether they wanted to or not.

After they accepted the mission, Zhu Houzhao did not take any action. He just arranged a team of about a hundred people to escort them on the trip, leaving them no room for maneuver.

Zhu Houzhao was not afraid because there was room for maneuver. They would just do a job and leave.

Under the bold actions of Zhu Houzhao and Jackson, New York changed completely. There were zero-dollar purchases everywhere, fires everywhere, and chaos everywhere.

The collapse of order directly led to the end of the world in New York.

Some people even began to flee from New York, especially some wealthy people who, after seeing their homes being searched, fled New York with their families at the risk of their lives.

At the same time, a larger number of people feel confused and fearful about the future of New York.

It quickly became late at night.

At night, the door of the New York Chronicle editorial office was quietly opened.

"who!"

"Stop, don't move!"

"Or I'll shoot!"

As soon as the door was opened, a gunshot was heard.

"It's me! Editor-in-Chief, it's me~ Fitch! Steve!"

Fitch and Steve spoke up quickly, fearing that the editor-in-chief might accidentally fire his gun in the dark.

"Fitch, Steve?"

"Yes! It's us! Editor-in-chief, we're back!"

A faint light appeared, illuminating the frightened group of people.

"Great! Fitch, Steve! We thought you were dead!"

"Come in! Come into the house!"

The embarrassed Fitch and Steve also noticed that several familiar colleagues were here.

"What, Fitch, are you hurt?"

The two entered the editor-in-chief's office, and the group noticed the wound on Fitch's arm.

"It's okay, Editor-in-Chief... I'm fine. It's not fatal... How is everyone now?"

With the help of the dim light, Fitch noticed that there were still six people in the newspaper office.

"Sandy is dead..."

"Jack is dead too..."

"Woo, woo, and my house burned down too!"

“My family is dead too…”

It would have been better if Fitch didn't ask, but as soon as he did, the three women started crying and told them about their experiences.

A grain of sand in the era is like a mountain when it falls on a person. The upheaval in New York happened too fast. After the order collapsed, most people...

"Wow, what on earth happened, editor-in-chief... Why, why did New York become like this?"

"I'm so scared, we won't..."

The feeling of fear spread again.

Boom~
The roar that came from somewhere made them frightened like birds and they suppressed their whimpering.

"Everyone, don't be sad... Fitch, Steve, why are you two back? What happened outside... Why did it become like this all of a sudden?"

The editor-in-chief stepped forward to calm everyone down, and after everyone had calmed down, he looked at Fitch and Steve again.

Everyone looked over curiously.

"Editor-in-Chief, you want to ask me what's going on... You've seen it, New York is in complete chaos! City Hall was bombed by a group of extremists, and I heard that the governor and his men are dead! And I don't know where this group of people came from. They shouted that they wanted to overthrow America and establish a new empire without oppression..."

Fitch immediately summarized what he had seen.

"Build a new empire..."

Everyone was silent, as this touched upon their blind spots in knowledge.

"Yes... Editor-in-Chief, that's what they said. Some people said... the bosses squeezed everything out. We work every day to make money for the bosses, and the bosses make a large part of it... So, they are helping us out! Also... why can some congressmen live in big houses... and have many beautiful women? Are they born to be so rich?"

Steve also took the opportunity to talk about what he saw today: "They even give guns to those who are willing to join them..."

"Now... everyone outside is theirs! A lot of people have joined them. Especially many at the lower levels..."

"In fact, even I want to join them."

"Because they said they are righteous. After driving away the congressmen and the bosses, the profits generated by the factories in New York and the money in the banks will be divided equally among everyone..."

Anyway, he doesn't have to take responsibility, Zhu Houzhao just paints a bigger pie for the American people.

"How can it be……"

"If they were like this... how could they kill people..."

“Why are there fires everywhere?”

After hearing Steve's narration, everyone else was no longer afraid, but confused instead.

"They weren't the ones who set the fire and robbed things... they were just some bad guys who wanted to make a fortune by taking advantage of the chaos. Now that order has been disrupted, they are actually organizing people to catch and kill some of the bad guys..." said Steve.

"impossible……"

"They'll be so nice?"

The editor-in-chief was at a loss: "If they were like this, wouldn't the boss of our newspaper also deserve to die? We deserve to die too..."

"Well..." Steve didn't know how to answer.

"Editor-in-Chief... Anyway, this is the situation... Where's the boss? Didn't the boss contact you?"

"And what should we do next?"

Fitch didn't think too much about it, he just thought about what to do next.

It was also the first time for the young ladies to ride in a bridal sedan.

"Perhaps... I feel like this group of people will hold a press conference next?"

Steve couldn't help but guess.

"Hold a press conference?" Everyone looked at Steve.

"Yes! I seem to have heard their people say that... after completely occupying New York today, they will formally establish a new country..." Steve hesitated.

"Establish a new country..."

"The Confederation, the Federation... and, a new country?"

The editor-in-chief and everyone else were dumbfounded. They felt like their brains were not enough. Has America really started a new version?

(End of this chapter)