America 1881: Legend of the West

"I'll join!"

First National Bank Chairman George Baker stood up and echoed the initiative of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

"We have no problem. It's time to teach those British guys a lesson and let them know that what they couldn't defeat a hundred years ago can never succeed now!"

National City Bank President James Stillman also stood.

Seeing the two big guys responding, other bankers also expressed their positions.

They can trust Morgan, and they can also trust Chen Jianqiu's gold.

It is unjustifiable for a Chinese to be so timid when he charges forward like this.

Moreover, if this battle is really won and I am not involved, I am afraid that I will not be able to keep up with Rehu in the future on Wall Street.

Everyone quickly began to discuss a rescue plan spontaneously.

They elected Chen Jianqiu, Morgan, Old Baker and Stillman to form a decision-making committee to mobilize resources for Monday's counterattack.

The party broke up late into the night.

Chen Jianqiu is still explaining some things to Okafor.

"Tomorrow you have two tasks. One is to pick up gold from the port. I don't need to say anything about this. The other is to pick up Mr. Wright, the Secretary of the Treasury. He will rush to New York from Washington tomorrow. Huh? Are you listening to me? ?"

Chen Jianqiu said to Okafor, but found that the latter was looking behind him.

"Boss, it seems that Mr. Morgan has something to do with you," Okafor said.

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and found Morgan standing behind him, looking at him with a cigar in his hand.

He walked over.

Morgan took out a strip-shaped leather case from his arms, then pulled out a finely rolled cigar and handed it to Chen Jianqiu's hand:

"I heard that you smoke it too? Try it, it's made in Cuba, it's pretty good."

Chen Jianqiu took the cigar with a smile, took out a box of matches from his jacket pocket, pulled out one, and lit it.

"Why are you so sure that I will enter?" Morgan asked while puffing away his smoke.

"You are a patriot." Chen Jianqiu said seriously.

"Oh?" The big banker's expression was unpredictable.

He had heard many praises for him, but this was the first time he heard the title "patriot" mentioned.

Morgan didn't know whether he was a patriot or not.

But he knew that the American financial market could not fail, let alone be easily swayed by the British.

Although in the past few decades, he had always been regarded as an obedient follower by Rothschild and Bahrain.

A smile appeared on Morgan's lips.

Times have changed, my lord.

As for what Chen Jianqiu said next, Morgan was even more convinced:

"Mr. Morgan, a patriot, the market will not let him lose money."

New York was quiet on Sunday.

But there is an undercurrent surging beneath the calm.

Bankers who attended Saturday's meeting gave up their rest and began to raise funds through various channels to prepare ammunition for next week's decisive battle.

And Chen Jianqiu was not idle.

Together with Morgan, he went to visit his old friend Pulitzer, the owner of the New York World.

The place where they met was at the newspaper tycoon's headquarters: the new Pulitzer Building.

Before Little Astor's luxury hotel was built, the building was the tallest building in New York at the time, with a full 20 stories.

The basement is used as a printing factory, the first floor is the sales department, the second to tenth floors are high-end office buildings for rent, and the tenth floor and above are the "Le Monde" hub.

The place where Pulitzer invited them to meet was in the office on the top floor of the gold-plated prototype.

"Don't you find it hot here in summer?"

Sitting on the chair, Chen Jianqiu patted the gold-plated armrest, looked around, and sighed.

He thought his office in New York was big and shabby enough, but compared with the newspaper tycoon's, it still pales in comparison.

This entire floor is Pulitzer's office.

"Oh, it's really hot in the summer, and there's no cover to the west. I'll go downstairs at that time." Pulitzer was half-lying in his large boss chair.

He sat up, looked at Chen Jianqiu and Morgan in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

His professional sensitivity made him understand that if these two people appeared in his office at the same time today, something big was definitely going to happen.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do for you two?" he asked.

Chen Jianqiu leaned forward slightly.

"You also paid attention to Friday's disaster in the stock market and bond market."

"Yes, yes, yes." Pulitzer suddenly became interested, "My editors and reporters have been following and reporting on this matter. They originally wanted to talk to one of you, but they both said they couldn't find you. I'm about to contact you."

"This is a war." Morgan spoke, his expression serious.

"Yes, we would like to ask the media brothers to help us announce something." Chen Jianqiu said immediately, "Not only for the market, but also for our opponents."

Pulitzer nodded repeatedly.

exclusive! First-hand information! mouthpiece!

For a media company, this is a dream come true.

"So, this is an interview, right?" Pulitzer stood up.

He walked to the tea table located in the corner of his office.

There was a pot of coffee brewing.

Pulitzer bent down, took out two small and graceful ceramic cups from the cabinet, lifted the coffee pot, and poured two cups of coffee into the cups.

He walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Morgan with two cups of coffee.

Chen Jianqiu smelled a strong aroma.

"Produced in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica, the yield there is not high, but the quality of the coffee beans is very high. I like it very much." Pulitzer placed the coffee on the small table in front of Chen Jianqiu and Morgan.

He turned back to his desk, bent down, and took out a notebook with a beautiful cover but that was quite dated from the drawer.

Pulitzer moved a chair and sat across from the two men.

He opened the notebook, placed it on his lap, and then took out a very delicate pen from the inner pocket of his clothes.

"Then let's talk about how our heroes plan to save America."

Pulitzer crossed his legs, held his chin with one hand, spread the other hand, and started chatting with the two.

The first thing Chen Jianqiu and Morgan revealed to him was that when the market opens tomorrow, there will be 20 million US dollars of funds running into the market to participate in the fight against European capital;

In addition, US$12 million will enter the capital pool for stock brokers to lend and use to increase trading liquidity.

Pulitzer listened very carefully, writing like a dragon, and quickly recorded key data and information in his notebook.

"I thought your newspaper was only good at publishing pornographic stories." Chen Jianqiu glanced at Pulitzer's notebook and teased.