It has been a month since the stock market crashed, and a series of economic collapses are affecting all aspects of society.

The father of the future Captain America - Wright. Rogers is unemployed, and for the sake of his children, he finds deep space manufacturing and becomes an honorable security captain here.

Steve. Rogers became Yan Huangchen's classmate, but he couldn't come back a few times a month due to his old illness.

Privately, Yan Huangchen became good friends with Steve and Bucky.

In the conference hall of an old bank in New York, a heated argument is taking place:

"Damn, they all said they didn't pay yet?" A white man in his fifties complained.

"Mr. Miller, the money is all in the hands of that yellow monkey, and of course they don't have any money." A young white banker said with a slightly distorted face. Half of Yan Qiusheng's stock was borrowed from him, which cost him $700 million.

"Sir White Willie is right, it's the Chinese company that is in trouble! They earned 1400 million! Another middle-aged white banker yelled unwillingly, "He's disrupted our plans!" "He's a little better, Yan Qiusheng has 40% of his shares borrowed from him, making him lose 600 million, but this money has already made him feel painful.

"Sir Willy Brawley, Mr. Brooklyn, I must emphasize that deep space manufacturing is normal stock speculation, and it is legal to make money!" A gray-haired banker cries out for Deep Space.

"I agree with Mr. Wilson that we don't need to reduce the problems of society as a whole to a Chinese manufacturing company!" Another red-haired, middle-aged banker assisted.

"Mr. Wilson and Mr. Westin, you two lend money to that yellow monkey and let him make a profit, and although you make money, it causes us to lose money." Sir Willy Bradley, the banker, questioned.

The old banker, who presided over the meeting, patted the table and said lightly: "Sir White Willy, if it were not for your father's relationship, you would not be qualified to sit here and shout at the old seniors. ”

Sir White Willy's face turned pale, and he immediately stood up and said apologetically, "I was too emotional. He bowed to the two bankers, who bowed slightly, as if they forgave him for his youthful vigor.

The old banker, who presided over the meeting, nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Now the bankrupt and near-bankrupt banks are rising, and our coat (sub-bank or holding bank) has been broken, and the gap is as much as 20 billion! The money in the entire market will be frozen, and just one deep space creation will not save anyone, and everyone is ready to undress (let the sub-bank go bankrupt). ”

"Although there is no need to save it, we need to give the parliament and the public an outlet to divert people's attention. Isn't there a Chinese Exclusion Act? The bill added a clause that Chinese people were not allowed to do business, and passed it in Congress, so that whites, blacks, and other races knew that Chinese were not qualified to be businessmen. Sir Brass Willy said in a condescending tone, as if he were the master of the Chinese, and he could tell the difference between life and death.

"Sir White Willy, ninety-nine percent of Chinese people are worse off than blacks, do you want them to be doomed?" Banker Wilson said sympathetically.

"No, Mr. Wilson, Sir White Willy is a good idea!" The old banker who presided over the meeting affirmed, "President Hoover needs to implement a policy of non-intervention, but someone needs to be accountable for this, we white people are noble, and it must be someone else who is responsible for all this!" ”

The red-haired banker Westin opened his mouth and finally did not speak, originally he especially wanted to say: "Now that the entire market funds are concentrated in the hands of a few of us, the key now is that no one has the ability to catch our money and bring us profits!" But seeing Bai Willy's final triumphant smile, he still didn't speak, after all, his mouth was full of people's blood, so why blame others for the meat in the bowl.

The door to the conference room opened, and a group of well-dressed beasts walked out, ready to announce their decision to the world, and a clown-like Chinese company dared to steal their food, and soon everyone knew the consequences of grabbing food. When they came to the hall, they were stunned, only to see newspaper boys selling newspapers everywhere, and they heard the sound of newspaper boys selling in their ears:

"Extra! Extra! Deep Space Manufacturing is ready to spend 100 million to build beautiful neighborhoods, and now 100 million has been taken out to improve the lives of people in the surrounding neighborhoods. ”

"Extra! Extra! Deep space manufacturing takes out all its assets to give back to the society! ”

"Extra! Extra! Deep space manufacturing and President Hoover consulted, people's livelihood transformation plan! ”

"Extra! Extra! Mr. Yan, President of Deep Space Manufacturing, announced that unemployed people are welcome to apply, as long as they have a skill, they can ensure a family life. ”

The well-dressed beasts were stunned for a moment, obviously the hall of the bank, but it was occupied by the newsboy, and everyone was attracted to the newspaper. Bai Willie clenched his fists fiercely, it's too late, deep space manufacturing actually did this? Do they want to go bankrupt? However, he knew that the fourteen billion made in deep space would not be able to get it back.

"Da'er, do you really want to spend so much money?" Yan Qiusheng looked at the newspaper with a heartache, his son Yan Huangchen had already spent 10 million on publicity, and the entire New York and Washington areas were full of newspapers made in deep space, which had a very huge social impact.

"Didn't those fools come to us for money? If we spend it directly, we can delay their trouble. Yan Huangchen said affirmatively.

"Delay? These turtle grandchildren, we have no money, and they still don't let us go? Yan Qiusheng said angrily.

"No, when we make 10 billion with 10 billion, they will not be able to sit still, as for the assassination of the black market, hehe, let them come." Yan Huangchen sneered.

"Ten billion?!" Yan Qiusheng felt that his heart was really limited, how could he earn so much money?

"We're aiming for the Grand Trust, and 10 billion is just the beginning, Dad." Yan Huangchen calmly comforted.

The Great Depression broke out as scheduled, no time was given to anyone to prepare, the greedy bankers took privatization to the extreme, a large amount of money was concentrated in the hands of a few people, the vast majority of ordinary people such as peasants and workers were destitute, and society suddenly lost its vitality!

Two years have passed, the economy has been in a mess, without the God of customers, no matter how strong the enterprise can not bear, in two years alone there are more than 50,000 bankrupt households, the total agricultural output value has been reduced by half. There are 17 million completely unemployed workers in the United States, and about 1.01 million farmers are bankrupt. During the crisis, there was overproduction, a backlog of goods, and even the destruction of large quantities of agricultural products and livestock, while the vast number of civilians lacked food and clothing. The September 1932 issue of Happiness magazine estimated that 34 million men, women and children, or about 28 per cent of the country's population, were unable to make ends meet. Two million people wandered around and inhabited the dilapidated "Hoover Village".

At this time, New York's Chinatown became a strange scene in the midst of depression. Today, Chinatown has grown into a nine-block Chinatown. The deep space manufacturing that caused all these changes has been renamed the deep space group, and it is hard to imagine that these nine blocks belong to their real estate, and all the people who work for the group have their own apartments, although small but enough to live, much happier than the huge people outside who are homeless, so to speak, one day and one place.

After the establishment of the deep space group, the implementation of the points system, points directly determine the treatment that employees should enjoy, any ordinary employees can receive the basic food issued to them by the group, greatly enhance the prestige of deep space manufacturing in this region. If it weren't for Yan Huangchen's fierce opposition, the people of Chinatown would have wanted to build a wall to protect their hard-won work and life, and the nine blocks separated from the outside world were just an asphalt road, with homeless people and homeless people on one side of the road, and neatly dressed neighborhood chengguan team members on the other side of the road, clean and tidy.

At this time, a voice came: "The Deep Space Group has started recruiting workers, and it needs a thousand positions." In an instant, the other side of the road was boiling, and soon the recruitment office of the Deep Space Group in Chinatown was full of people.

A New York City magistrate graciously accompanies a Chinese-American man in a suit and leather shoes on Chinatown, the birthplace of Chinatown.

"President Yan, the mayor agrees with your block acquisition plan, and I hope you can continue to push forward!" The white officials of the city hall looked at the Chinese with blazing eyes, this Chinese named Yan Qiusheng, it is simply a miracle in the economic crisis, the deep space group has 30,000 employees, indirectly feeding more than 200,000 people, and their group has made a profit of 500 million US dollars this year, involved in more than a dozen industries such as food, animal husbandry, planting, machinery manufacturing, weapons, petroleum, mining, light industry, medical treatment, medicine, daily necessities (***) and film and television, it is simply an alternative landscape in the United States, others continue to throw off the burden, They keep buying land and businesses to increase their burdens, and to everyone's astonishment, they can actually make money.

"We have the idea, but we just acquired fifteen farms in Westchester County, New York, and we are on a tight budget and need to think about this in the second half of the year." Yan Qiusheng glanced at the official and said lightly.

"That's great news!" The official excitedly said, "I will bring this good news to the mayor." ”

Seeing the New York officials leaving, Yan Qiusheng came to a teahouse full of Chinese charm, and saw a Chinese boy with a height of 1.6 meters and said: "Da'er, they come to me at every turn, I really think I am a bank here!" ”

"Dad, it is necessary to have a good relationship with the government now, we seem to be strong, but in fact we are still very weak, we need the support of the New York City government, our bank also needs to be prepared, as soon as the new president takes office, we will set up a bank." Yan Huangchen, who has changed a lot, said.

"Our stall is very large, in case we fall into the capital chain break, we will become poor in an instant." Yan Qiusheng said with emotion, he now finds that these industries are all cumbersome, and they all need money, and they can't develop without five or six billion funds, but Yan Huangchen let him take them all.

"If you don't have me, of course, I would suggest that you cut all these industries that can't make money, but in the long run, these industries are not actually used to make money, but to serve, and now is the time when manpower is extremely cheap, build these well, and we will benefit in the future."

"Da'er, you have a lot of food in your hands, how long can you last it?" Yan Qiusheng asked, and Yan Huangchen directly gave him a confident smile: "Enough to use for a hundred years." ”

Yan Qiusheng relieved himself when he heard this, and said: "Your food is our greatest support and the foundation of our security system. Now many Chinese communities have contacted us and want to come here to make a living, what do you think? ”

"No problem, but I have to listen to Dad." Yan Huangchen reminded.

"I know what I know." Yan Qiusheng said reassuringly.

"By the way, politically, we have to take the initiative, get at least two TV stations, set up our own TV station, and the money given to Luo Fatzi must be delivered." Yan Huangchen instructed.

"Da'er, your cake is too big......" Yan Qiusheng smiled bitterly.

Yan Huangchen drank a cup of tea, looked into the distance and thought secretly: "The Hoover administration basically adopted traditional laissez-faire measures in the face of the Great Depression, although it used some anti-crisis measures, but these measures had little effect, the people had no money, they didn't dare to buy anything, they didn't dare to do anything, and those high-ranking bankers didn't care about their life or death. ”

At that time, there was a popular children's song in New York: "Mellon blows the whistle, and Hoover rings the bell." Wall Street signals that America is rushing to hell! "Hell is the most direct view of the Great Depression.

"That's why some people take risks." Yan Huangchen's eyes locked on a few white homeless men in shabby trench coats across the street, and secretly wondered how to clean up a few of you?