Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Shanghai had gone mad. After all, the roller coaster ride had dazzled the eyes of the people. The streets were filled with people running like mad. In the end, they didn't even know why they were running anymore.

After the price fell by one to four hundred times, a business hegemony started to take a turn for the worse. The newsboys who were hired by the foreigners were being dragged into the alley by a bunch of thugs. Get the hell back home. If you dare to advertise for foreign devils again, I'll throw you into the Huangpu River! "

After being beaten, the little newsboy ran home dejectedly. Soon after the gangsters started to deal with the Westerners' printing plant, a few kerosene bottles were suddenly thrown away in those factories outside of the printing shop, and a huge fire engulfed bundles of newspaper paper.

When the Rascal attacked, it caught Heng Liwen by surprise. The police and army that were raiding the world started to run around to capture these thugs who were causing trouble, but there were simply too many of them. One after another, two of them popped out, and another 100 of them came out.

Soon after, the citizens who were crowded at the entrance of the Foreign Bank waiting to be exchanged were also attacked. Suddenly, someone took out a white paper bag from his chest and started smashing it towards the crowd.

It was a bag of lime, and the white smoke rose up in the crowd, sending the people fleeing in all directions.

With the loss of their advertising tools, the foreign bank who lost this time had no other choice. Even if they lowered it to 300, due to the lack of advertising methods, the majority of the citizens did not even know how many they had transferred to now. Only the citizens who were closer to the leasing world could exchange for it.

The sky gradually darkened and the day of battle was about to end. Heng Liwen roared in the office like a trapped beast and scolded his subordinates like grandson.

"Trash, you are all trash!" All day long, you've only collected 4 million notes. What is this supposed to do? What does this amount of money do to you... What about the other banks? How much is it? "

"Report... Reporting to the President, we have a lot of money here, Standard Chartered only received 3 million, France Bank only 1 million … "Today, we collected over nine million notes!"

Heng Liwen rubbed his temples in pain, "No, definitely not, the previous bill that we threw away amounted to 200 million. Adding the cost of our operation, we will have to recoup 300 million in this Notes crisis, only then will we barely be able to save our money!"

"This group of thugs!" This bunch of scoundrels! They actually used such a despicable method to deal with us. Let them wait and see, I will take revenge on them! "

The staff members all looked at each other and thought to themselves, "You should think about how to protect yourself, and even seek revenge." You can't even save yourself!

"Have you sent all the telegrams I asked you to send? Didn't I tell all the branches of other cities in Jiangnan to start collecting money? What were their results? How much is it? "

The faces of the staff members became even more unsightly. "Report …" Report to the president! We did send the telegram, but we haven't replied to it yet! The telegraph office said, "It seems like the line is out of order …"

"My God!" Heng Liwen fell onto the sofa in front of him. He did not think that Xiao Letian's methods would be so despicable.

This time, Xiao Letian was determined to take care of this group of greedy foreign merchants. He ordered the CIA to use all kinds of despicable methods to deal with these foreign devils.

Qing Gang, Yan Gang, Cao Cao Gang... All kinds of halls in the martial arts world were filled with spies set up by the CIA, and many of the halls had already secretly pledged their allegiance to the Chinese.

For the sake of collecting the net, the underworld forces in Jiang-Nan acted together. They did whatever they wanted, not only in Gambling, but also in secret.

Hu Xueyan had truly experienced the power of Jianghu. Forget about money, even if he asked around, he would be threatened by the other party. The big shots in the Jianghu only had one sentence, unless the CIA asks for it, the Fukang silver bugle would not be able to attract any attention.

Initially, Hu Xueyan had wanted to probe out their relationship, but after seeing how these martial artists had been so ruthless towards the foreign banks, he understood that the end result of the financial crisis was already decided, and even the distribution of the benefits had been completed.

"But why did the Prime Minister exclude me? The Silver Fukang is obviously the power of the Xiang Army, why doesn't he give face to those old marshals? "

"Isn't this the style of the Prime Minister? "The prime minister has always been very generous. He believes in making money, so as long as it's an ally, he will never lose anything. But why is it so abnormal today?"

"Could it be?" Hu Xueyan suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that this battle was not as smooth as imagined? Could the Prime Minister have met with a serious financial crisis? He has to sweep away all of the wealth in Jiangnan in order to get past that crisis? "

"Oh my god, how big of a setup is this? "What exactly is the layout?"

Of course, Hu Xueyan did not know that the relationship between the Chinese and the British were already in a very dangerous situation. He was already on the verge of shooting himself.

The CIA had artificially cut off the telegraph network channels that led to all the places in Jiangnan. The purpose was to prevent the foreign forces from entering the battlefield and provide the best opportunity for the Chinese to do so.

In this era without telegrams, information had to be transmitted by horsepower, manpower, and ships in the south of the Yangtze River, where the docks, large and small, were the first to receive information about the collapse.

When Bug Liu and the Big Brother Azure Dragon of Su Prefecture heard the news of the defeat, the financial battle of Shanghai had already reached its second day. When Shanghai City had already become a hell on earth, the citizens of Su Prefecture still thought of the Gambling as a place to gamble and have fun.

Crack * A crisp sound came out. This was Big Brother Wang who had just exchanged money at the entrance of the Gambling. He was panicking and had actually accidentally thrown his most beloved purple clay pot.

"Oh my god!" How did he lose so quickly? I just finished changing my south ticket... I can't live on anymore! "

The big brother of the Wang Family turned around and ran towards Gambling. He took out all the money from his pocket and shouted, "I'll exchange for silver coins, I'll exchange them all for silver coins!"

The big bro with the green dragon tattoo on his body roared, "Stop!" He sprinted towards the Gambling, shouting loudly as he ran, "Change! Change Blackboard... One to four hundred! Immediately change the exchange rate! "

Bang! With a loud noise, Big Brother Azure Dragon and Boss Wang crashed into the counter at almost the same time. Azure Dragon Boss, whose head was swollen, used one hand to pluck the blackboard from the table.

"No …" The Boss Wang roared in despair, but at the moment, his face no longer had the smile of a businessman, what replaced it was a cruel, butcher's smile.

"Hehehe …" One to four hundred! Are you going to trade? "