Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

"Of course, you have that strength, I believe you can do better than others." Zhao Chuanxin affirmed.

Capitalists are all sharks, and money is blood.

Grenville Harper showed Zhao Chuanxin what it was like for a shark to smell blood.

He stood up and extended his hand to Zhao Chuanxin: "Boss!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "Xinghui Catering Company is like a sycamore tree. In windy mornings, warm afternoons, gorgeous dusk, and shooting star nights, you, the phoenix, will encounter the most beautiful scenery here. Congratulations to you , found the organization. Money is beckoning to you, the legend of Wall Street, the curtain is raised today, and your era has begun!"

Only those with the brightest eyes can see the crisis.

The best choice is definitely Abraham Cohen.

When the secretary saw him walking into the reception room in such a hurry, his eyes widened in surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin went upstairs. The staff saw that his suit fit well, but he did not wear a tie, and they could not figure out where Zhao Chuanxin came from.

The staff took a step back in fright, irritated and embarrassed.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Okay, make an appointment for me in ten minutes."

Seeing his wandering eyes, Zhao Chuanxin said: "That fat-headed guy is within ten meters. No one can be faster than me within ten meters. Take my advice, you can't control this matter, go and tell Samuel quickly." Well, let’s just say Ethan is here.”

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Okay then, take some good care of Rachel for me."

"Let Rachel tell Sister Hua that there is no need to worry about money." After hesitating, Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Samuel, do you have any investment yourself?"

Abraham Cohen sneered: "I was dazzled."

"Hi, how may I help you?"

The old guy who is famous for being taciturn is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Jesse Livermore was usually away.

When the secretary saw him holding his head, he pursed his lips and said nothing, brought him a cup of coffee and left.

"Hello, can you help me find Samuel Goldberg."

"Sorry, Mr. Lawson is in a meeting."

In a sudden change, Zhao Chuanxin became the most inconspicuous member of Wall Street because the streets were full of people dressed like this.

In the past decade, American industry has been booming, but many people have been lost in it.

Heinze, a key figure in the financial crisis, is a shareholder of this bank.

Zhao Chuanxin took Grenville Harper to make a phone call, and after waiting for less than forty minutes, Abraham Cohen appeared.

Going upstairs, the secretary was still blocking me.

Second, the scale of this "short squeeze" led by Morse is many times larger than Morse's ice-making business and canal business. Even with the funds of the Heinze brothers, it is far from enough to turn the tide in the market. , so they are doomed to be trying to beat the chariot.

"Let me introduce you." Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the pretty boy Grenville Harper and said, "This is Grenville Harper, a Wall Street banker and diplomat."

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin heard people say that coffee + cigarettes cause poisoning, but after arriving in the United States, he found that many people did this, so he was no longer afraid.

A storm is about to form.

What is this person's background?

The boss actually pays so much attention to it?

He likes to gain power and wealth the most, and he likes the ways of the upper class.

The steel industry is the main reason for the decline. This is the general trend and is not easy to recover.

Not long after, Samuel Goldberg came in a hurry. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin from afar, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hello sir, how may I serve you?"

The staff turned around and ran to the manager's office.

Thomas W. Lawson's eyes were red with excitement: "Speaking of which, boss, I have to say that you are really good at predicting things. Morse has already done the 'short squeeze' trick. This time with Heinze The brothers joined forces, and they naively believed that the drop in copper prices was because someone was deliberately shorting the stock market. Now, they are just waiting for their 'short squeeze' action."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled. He just happened to know every economic crisis and its causes in the twentieth century.

So he waved his hands impatiently: "You two, get out of here, I still have things to do."

Putting on the suit, top hat, hanging up the pocket watch, lowering the brim of the hat, there was a stick of civilization in his hand.

Thomas W. Lawson also sat down, leaning back tiredly on his chair with his hands on the pillow: "Boss, you are really wise. After your guidance, I investigated the steel industry market and found that there is indeed a lack of capital investment in the steel industry. .”

"Sorry, I can't do that, but I can make an appointment for you."

Coffee + cigarette, the power is boundless.

He mostly operates behind the scenes because he is worried that J.P. Morgan will find trouble.

"Tell Thomas to come out to me."

"Ethan, what are you doing?" he scolded.

He had three days to pay back Arthur Gompers's five hundred dollars.

Thomas W. Lawson vaguely felt that Zhao Chuanxin was here to ask for money, but when he heard that it was only one thousand yuan, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone as handsome as me?"

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately lowered the brim of his hat, and they could only see a resolute chin and smoke lingering between his fingers.

The staff's pupils shrank and they subconsciously looked at the security guard at the door.

Abraham Cohen's eyes lit up: The person the boss trusts the most is me, and it is indeed right to do things seriously.

But Samuel Goldberg didn't care at all.

It's early October, and soon the Heinze brothers will be "short-squeezing" the bank, and there will be a run on the bank.

The secretary thought for a while: "At least half an hour."

When the price of copper fell, the Heinze brothers and Morse thought that many people were deliberately shorting, so they wanted to force the short sellers to close their positions and sell shares to make huge profits.

"Boss, are you here?"

He turned around and said, "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. You go and do your work first."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes and said, "Are you blind? Is there really anyone on this street who is more handsome than me?"

Thomas W. Lawson is now number one as well.

"Boss, what's so urgent?"

"Um, let's talk to our manager. Do you have an appointment?"

First, the decline in copper prices is indeed due to human factors, and some people are deliberately shorting. But the more fundamental reason is that there is insufficient follow-up investment in the big pool of the steel industry, and copper prices naturally fall.

When Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the bank, the staff looked at him warily.

Samuel Goldberg frowned: "Yes, but you don't understand this aspect, so don't try to persuade me any more."

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Zhao Chuanxin felt that if the two were not famous, their leather bag company would not even be able to recruit people.

"Hello, Mr. Harper, I can tell you are a capable person."

He originally thought that Grenville Harper could help him make a fortune, but the distant water cannot quench the near thirst.

Zhao sent Thomas W. Lawson and Jesse Livermore to analyze the current market.

This time Zhao Chuanxin did not act arrogantly. After all, it was his own industry.