America 1881: Legend of the West

In addition to the inventory worth twenty million US dollars, some of the dozens of tons of gold that Chen Jianqiu mentioned were left in the cave.

These are his treasures at the bottom of the box.

Chen Jianqiu considered for a long time whether to touch the gold.

After all, if he accidentally gets his shoes wet by the river, the gold can help him make a comeback.

But in the end he decided to give it a try.

If you want to bet, bet big. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find such cheap assets.

As for the extra gold, no one else knows about it except those who started his business.

Of course Okafor doesn't know either.

Before setting off yesterday, Chen Jianqiu simply explained to him that the gold he would get would be a little more.

When counting gold at the port yesterday, the general manager of Sanjiang Bank was almost shocked.

A full ten tons more came out!

My boss Chen, do you call this a little bit? !

But since his boss didn't explain the source of the gold, he couldn't ask more questions and took the gold into the Sanjiang Bank's vault.

Morgan glanced at Chen Jianqiu playfully.

This Chinese restaurant will always bring you some unexpected surprises.

Being a teammate is something to be thankful for; but what if you are an opponent? That's really terrible.

The New York Stock Exchange's closing hours are from 12 noon to 1 p.m., with only one hour in between.

This hour is lunch time, but it is precious to both warring parties.

Both sides are mobilizing their troops and calculating the chips in their hands.

After the market opened in the afternoon, Belmont's European consortium tried to make a breakthrough from the manufacturing sector.

Since there is no way to make a comprehensive breakthrough, then look for the possibility of avoiding the main force and making a single-point breakthrough.

But Chen Jianqiu and Morgan made arrangements in advance.

Funds from New York City Bank came running into the market.

The stocks of several rope and shipbuilding companies were quickly pulled back after a sharp plunge.

The panic of selling stopped, and most people began to regain their composure and started to wait and see.

Belmont was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

He knows that the European capitalists behind him are not fuel-efficient lamps.

If there is no hope of winning, he will be thrown away like garbage, just like Hawke.

And "bad news" came from the bond market next door.

The 20 million gold promised to the government by Chen Jianqiu has been received.

Under the watchful eyes of many people at the bond exchange, Boss Chen took the lead in purchasing the gold bonds issued on his behalf.

This scene was also recorded with cameras by reporters present, and spread throughout the streets of New York through printed extras.

People are paying attention to everything that happens on the exchange.

Some businessmen carry the glory of the United States. Many of them participated in the Civil War or their ancestors participated in the Revolutionary War. They particularly cherish the national glory of the United States.

The free country that they and their fathers bought with their blood will never be allowed to be trampled on by foreigners again; the British will never want to ride on their faces again.

Even a Chinese like Chen Jianqiu chose to risk his life, so what reason did they have to retreat?

These people rushed in with their assets firmly, even if they lost everything.

The vast majority of people's views are simpler.

Whoever wins, whose side they are on.

They are still waiting and watching.

Hearing about Chen Jianqiu's gold revitalized the bond market.

Belmont smiled instead of angry.

Because he had investigated Chen Jianqiu's liquidity.

He raised his hand in excitement and almost knocked the sign on the wall to the ground.

Belmont danced and said to the British guys around him:

"Twenty million is his last trump card! They have no cards!" He gestured with his hands at them excitedly, "Do you understand? We are about to win! The other side is out of ammunition and food! We just need to add more With one force, Chen Jianqiu and that traitor will be finished!"

The British looked at him suspiciously.

They got together and discussed it, and finally decided to trust the person in front of them again.

After all, this person is more familiar with his opponents and the U.S. market than he is.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Belmont took the last bargaining chip and prepared to fight to the death with Chen Jianqiu in the railway sector.

He is also ready to stud.

It takes over the rest of my career and honors.

He chose the Pacific Railroad.

This stock was the only one that was undefended and unfunded in the morning.

Chen Jianqiu's bargain hunting funds last Friday were already halfway up the mountain.

Belmont is going to make that money worthless!

At 2:10, everything seemed to be going in a good direction.

Belmont paced back and forth in the room, his eyes fixed on the phone in front of him.

The phone didn't ring.

This means that no one on that side has taken the order yet, and the price is still falling.

Sometimes, no news is the best news.

Belmont actually wanted to go and see the scene, but he was afraid that if he showed up, he would be beaten to death by the angry crowd.

After walking around the room a few times, he looked up at the clock in the corner.

Half past two.

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone still rang.

Belmont rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Is there any movement?" he asked eagerly.

"Um, not yet. I've made some sporadic purchases, but they should all be suicide squads." The agent said on the other end of the phone.

"Then why are you calling me when you have nothing to do?" Belmont became agitated for no reason and lost his temper on the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then he replied:

"We saw Chen Jianqiu, the Chinese boss."

Belmont suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear coming over him:

"Isn't he at the bond exchange or his own base? Why did he come to the securities company?"

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, a burst of noise came over, and there seemed to be a commotion in the securities trading hall.

Suddenly, the manager's voice came over, with a hint of fear and panic in his voice:

"He, the broker next to him went to the trading booth with a stack of bills! He, he should be about to take action!"

Belmont suddenly felt cold from head to toe:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There is no way he still has funds! He is bluffing!"

He grabbed the receiver and shouted hysterically:

"Keep throwing! Smash the plate! Use all our chips!"

The phone was disconnected.

In the exchange, Chen Jianqiu sat on a row of chairs, puffing away a cigar in his hand.

His appearance and subsequent actions undoubtedly gave everyone at the scene a shot in the arm.