Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Originally, JP Morgan might not be able to see Jesse Livermore today.

Although Jesse Livermore was still shorting the market, he was using his own money.

He had his own judgment and let the stock price fall for a while while he went out to play with his mistress on the yacht.

But Zhao Chuanxin gave an order and he had to come back to work.

After JP Morgan went upstairs, he was greeted by a secretary with a butt that looked like a plump butterfly jade. She was still wearing a long skirt this season, swaying and told him: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will make an announcement."

JP Morgan looked at it, how does this look like a trust company?

There is no counter or anything, instead it is all offices.

The bodyguard muttered: "What a big card."

JP Morgan usually doesn't talk endlessly about persuasion. He only speaks once and never persuades others, even if he is an ally.

He didn't respond, and the bodyguard shut up.

The secretary staggered back again, and JP Morgan felt that if there was a narrow alley, this woman might not be able to walk through it.

You know, you hit a wall everywhere?

"Sir, please come with me."

Jesse Livermore's office is very spacious, equipped with a bathroom, a library shelf, a desk and chairs, clothes racks, and the most outrageous thing is a cloakroom.

When J.P. Morgan knocked on the door and walked in, Jesse Livermore looked up. He was startled and stood up a little cautiously. He instantly put on a smile, rubbed his hands on his pants, and quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Morgan, I didn’t expect you to come all the time.”

JP Morgan breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his serious face. It was very stiff, but those who knew him would understand that he was already giving a lot of face.

"Hello, Mr. Livermore."

The partners thought he was here to teach Jesse Livermore a lesson, but they never expected him to be so kind.

"Just call me Jesse. Please sit down, Mr. Morgan." Then he said to the secretary who had not left yet: "Go, make a cup of coffee. Oh, no, Mr. Morgan, do you want tea or coffee? We have top-notch coffee here. There’s black tea, green tea, there’s Colombian coffee.”

JP Morgan could tell Jesse Livermore was nervous.

This is the normal reaction of many people when they see him.

JP Morgan's face returned to seriousness: "Just coffee, thank you."

Jesse Livermore sat down opposite: "Mr. Morgan, why are you here?"

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

JP Morgan is straightforward: "There are two things. First, in my personal name, I ask you not to continue to short the market. The situation is already very bad, and your reputation as a 'Wall Street Bear' will lead to more short participation." .”

Jesse Livermore wanted to look after Zixiong in the financial field, and it would definitely not work for anyone else.

He couldn't tell, but he still wanted to reply: Who do you think you are?

But facing JP Morgan, he did not dare to be presumptuous, and he actually admired and respected this business tycoon in his heart.

He sighed: "Since Mr. Morgan asked, I will naturally obey."

He was able to agree so readily because Zhao Chuanxin had already stopped selling. Currently, he was shorting the market entirely with his personal assets.

JP Morgan continued: "The second thing is, I want to meet Mr. Zhao."

Jesse Livermore was so shaken that his hair nearly stood on end.

Good guy, are you ready to use your face to output?

He was speechless for a moment.

JP Morgan was not in a hurry and just looked at him quietly.

Facing this old man, Jesse Livermore was quite stressed.

After half a minute, Jesse Livermore spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "I... can tell him, I can't guarantee whether he will see you or not."

The bodyguard looked unhappy.

Does this troublesome "Mr. Zhao" still dare to deny face to old Morgan?

Jesse Livermore stood up and walked outside.

JP Morgan was stunned: It seems that Zhao Chuanxin is here.

After a while, Jesse Livermore came back: "The boss promised to see you, please come with me."

The bodyguard finally couldn't help it: "He has such a big air."

JP Morgan glanced at him: "You pretend you don't know me later, I don't want to be implicated."

bodyguard:"……"

JP Morgan opened the door and entered.

The moment he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Is the "Butcher of the Far East" so young?

I saw this man wearing a medium-gloss black wool suit with a silk matte black shirt underneath. Although it was all black, it created a layered look of different lusters.

Italian-style waterfall sleeves, the cufflinks are made of gold and silver, intertwined with the Chinese character "deer".

He was holding his chin with his right hand and was reading information at his desk. The long hair hangs down casually from the side, obviously unkempt.

This doesn't look like a butcher, it looks like a mourner...

When J.P. Morgan came in, Zhao Chuanxin didn’t even raise his head and said calmly: “Here we come, take a seat.”

Don't give this bad old man any face.

JP Morgan unbuttoned his clothes and sat down, but his butt only touched the edge of the chair. He leaned forward slightly: "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zhao Chuanxin made a mark on the information, pushed it aside, raised his head and smiled: "You are also very tough, you can't tell that you are a ninety-year-old man."

JP Morgan: "I'm 70 years old."

"Stop talking nonsense, why are you looking for me?"

Zhao Chuanxin was not polite at all.

Is the city and sophistication something that Zhao Chuanxin is qualified to possess?

The bodyguard was talkative: "You should be respectful when talking to Mr. Morgan..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin asked JP Morgan: "Your people?"

"I do not recognize."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, there was an ax in his hand, and he threw it away.

puff...

The bodyguard fell straight up.

The ax was embedded in his forehead.

JP Morgan's heart was trembling, but his face was calm and he didn't even blink.

Jesse Livermore, who was standing next to him, jumped up in fright. He was about to scream, but he covered his mouth in time.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "How presumptuous. I hope he will pay attention to it in his next life."

JP Morgan said to himself, he is indeed a butcher, and he is just as good as a mourner.

And his bodyguard did seek death himself.

Dark red blood flowed along the ground.

JP Morgan moved his chair uncomfortably. The smell of blood filled his nose and he felt like vomiting.

Jesse Livermore even hid in the corner.

Holding back his nausea, JP Morgan said bravely, "Mr. Zhao should have made a lot of money this time."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar, the smoke was hazy.

“The essence of making money is not to fill it up, but to light it up.”

JP Morgan frowned deeply, these words sounded interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin sunk himself deeply into a high-end and soft chair. There was a cold corpse lying in the room, but he was not affected. He said calmly: "There will be a king in five hundred years. Are you just willing to watch?" Are you and Rockefeller the only two rich people in New York?"