Abraham Cohen found Zhao Chuanxin and told him what had happened.

Zhao Chuanxin pouted: "What's the matter, if it's trouble, deal with it, that old boy is not a good thing when he is in prison." ”

He raised his sword and gestured.

Abraham Cohen was dejected: "I'm mainly afraid that he will go to Rebecca's trouble. ”

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "All franchisees are within the protection of our food truck gang, including Rebecca. Don't worry, people are in the tower, and whoever touches my property will die. ”

Abraham Cohen had a bottom in his heart.

Before leaving, Zhao asked him to call the Smith brothers over.

It was Big Smith: "Boss, are you looking for me?" ”

"How's business going?" Zhao Chuanxin asked casually.

"It's good, it's powerful, I'm almost filling the streets of Brooklyn." Big Smith's eyebrows fluttered.

That's a lot better than their brothers guarding the cotton nightclub.

In the past, their brothers were always a whole, but now they have the strength to separate the waves.

Big Smith hesitated for a moment and said, "But there's also a problem. There's a group called the 'Southern Front,' and they're all white, and they often get in trouble with our non-white franchisees. I fought them twice and temporarily pushed them back. ”

In the United States, where there is money, there are people and power.

The Smith brothers are now more beautiful on the streets than they used to be, and they are very well manned, although most of them are blacks who follow him to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about this: "You send some people, go to Avenue A, keep an eye on Rebecca's food truck, and help if anyone is looking for trouble." ”

"Got it, boss."

Wait for Big Smith to leave.

Thomas S. W. Lawson saw that Zhao Chuanxin was preoccupied, and asked with a smile: "Boss, are you thinking about that little young woman?" ”

"I'm a person who has long been out of high tastes, how can I think about these things?" Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "I just feel like I'm missing something, but I can't remember it for a while." ”

Thomas S. W. Lawson had only heard of getting out of low-level fun, and his head was a little unturned: "Boss, is it that the newspapers are overwhelmingly proclaiming that we are making money, so you are uneasy?" If you want me to say, it doesn't have to be this way at all. Jesse and I both hired gunman bodyguards to guard them in 24-hour shifts. ”

As for the boss, he still needs someone else to protect him?

Clinker Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Blanching, it's not good!" ”

Thomas S. W. Lawson was stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

He couldn't think of anything else wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin slammed his fist on the table: "Quick, rip Jesse's dog thing off the woman's belly, you help me collect information on the major industries that can be invested, especially the steel industry, followed by the construction of cars, airplanes, and ships." No, but all the industries that are worth investing in, I will collect them all. ”

Thomas S. W. Lawson dissuaded: "Boss, now is not a good time to invest, stock prices in all walks of life are still falling, why not buy the bottom when the time comes?" ”

He has made an old mistake, and he is still in a short-term thinking and can't extricate himself.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "If you want to go, hurry up." ”

He remembered that Jesse Livermore had been exposed.

And those old guys, including Da Luo, have long known that Jesse Livermore is working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Then it means that they now know that Zhao Chuanxin has made money.

This group of dog things has always had bad intentions.

If it is tough, Zhao Chuanxin may not be afraid.

I'm afraid they'll stumble behind their backs.

Then it is better to carry out the next stage of layout as soon as possible and scatter the money.

World War I will boost the global economy and make a lot of money. Wait until the next crisis in 1929 to cash it all out.

As for the fact that the ticket price has not reached the bottom, this is a drizzle for long-term investment, and it is nothing.

Thomas S. W. Lawson hurriedly got up and went to work.

Zhao Chuanxin was still uneasy in his heart, except for this, he seemed to have forgotten something.

But I really can't remember it.

……

143 Wall Street, Wall Street Journal Headquarters.

The phone on the desk of the reporter who had been hit by Zhao Chuanxin suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone: "Hello, this is the Wall Street Journal." ”

A bright female voice rang on the other end of the phone, speaking in unfamiliar English: "Hello, I have a clue to provide that you will be interested in." ”

"Ma'am, may I ask your name first?"

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Alright then, please." The reporter did not continue to get to the bottom of the matter.

Because those who are able to make a phone call now, or who can make a call, are generally small and wealthy.

And the clues provided by such people are generally valuable.

"I want to tell you that the so-called 'King of New York' Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin......"

"What?" The journalist was stunned. "Ma'am, please don't be kidding!"

But the other party's next words shocked the reporter even more: "Not only that, but Jesse Livermore and Thomas Livermore and Thomas Livermore W. Lawson, they are all working for Zhao Chuanxin. In other words, Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of this turmoil on Wall Street and made at least $50 million......"

As the woman slowly spoke, the reporter's face turned red with excitement.

This is the news of the century!

He suddenly thought of the mysterious Asian ...... I'm blanching!

It turned out that he had met with the famous "Far East Butcher" Zhao Chuanxin!

As the woman told the story with reason, various clues were coherent in the reporter's mind.

Yes, only Zhao Chuanxin has the combat power of the "King of New York".

That's why the Asian he saw felt a sense of murder, and he couldn't even resist it.

"Ma'am, please be sure to provide your name."

"Alright, that's all for it." As a result, the other party hung up the phone directly.

Reporter: "......"

……

As soon as the Anglican Syndicate in Richmond was over, Morgan arrived in New York by train on Sunday morning, October 20th, and instead of going home, he didn't even go to the hotel to wash up, but went straight to his office.

A room full of partners is like ants on a hot pan.

Several people told him about what had happened during this time.

"Fritz Heinze and Charles Morse, the two greedy ghosts, are to blame."

"And Lawson and Livermore, two dog things."

In fact, some people also complain in their hearts. Morgan, if he hadn't announced that he would stop working with Charles Barney's trust, the matter might not have been as serious as it is now.

This incident became the fuse for the spread of the financial crisis, and all major banks in the United States were reluctant to lend.

Now the interest on the loan has rushed to 120%.

The issuance of bonds in New York has been slowed down by Zhao Chuanxin's agitation before, and as a result, it is now even more impossible to issue.

Major trust companies and banks, as well as New York City, are insolvent.

One partner said: "All the panic in the past is child's play compared to the present. ”

Another partner said: "I'm afraid the run will continue, and if it is allowed to spread, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

"Mr. Morgan, please, take a shot, take a shot to save the situation. Only you have the prestige and the ability. ”

Morgan was very calm and silent for a while.

That's what he wants.

This crisis is the best time for him to gain prestige and usurp power.

After a while, he said, "There will be me, George Baker, chairman of the First National Bank, and James Stillman, president of the National City Bank, and the three of us will form the top command team for this crisis."

George S. W. Perkins, First National Bank Vice Presidents Henry Davidson and Benjamin Strong, and George Baker's aides, you form the investigative committee.

The rest of the people are responsible for helping deliver the message.

The commission of inquiry investigates the healthy and unhealthy trusts, and then we discuss together what should be saved, or abandoned. ”

The crowd was overjoyed.

Some people cried with joy, even with tears: "Mr. Morgan, it has to be you." Lawson and Livermore, two bitches, are now empty-eyed and don't take us seriously, especially Jesse Livermore, who is still shorting the market. You should teach this young man how to do things and how to respect them. ”

Morgan nodded calmly: "I'm going to visit Jesse Livermore right now." ”

He was just in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face, and then set off with his entourage.

Thomas S. W. Lawson's office has moved, 55 Wall Street, and there is a huge sign on the outside that reads: Lawson Trust Company.

There was no one here, but downstairs stood two men in trench coats and hats, their collars up.

Those who fiddle with the collar like this are either bodyguards or detectives.

Morgan got out of the carriage, took the staff of civilization on the ground, looked up at the sign, and said to the two bodyguards, "I'm coming for Mr. Livermore." ”

One of the bodyguards said, "I need to be flailed. ”

Morgan's bodyguard said angrily: "The first time I heard that the trust company has to be searched when entering and leaving? ”

Who else will handle the business?

The bodyguard shrugged: "I'm sorry, the boss explained it like this, it's an extraordinary time." ”

There have been threats to kill Jesse Livermore and Thomas Livermore. W. Lawson.

In this financial turmoil, the people who suffered heavy losses and hated the two of them were like carp crossing the river, and the best of them was the "Ice King" Charles Morse, who was the happiest jumper.

Fritz Heinze, on the other hand, was so restless that he refused to be interviewed at all.

Morgan's bodyguard was about to say something, but he stopped him: "Forget it, let them search." Remember, after you go up, you'd better not say anything, be polite, it's very important, otherwise it's not that you protect me, but that I have to find a way to protect you. ”

The bodyguard was stunned.

Morgan was very reticent and said so much to them for the first time.

But how to understand the latter words?

How do you feel that Mr. Morgan seems to be in awe in his expression?

When he reaches his position, who will he be afraid of?

Security personnel, from. Morgan's bodyguards found a revolver and a dagger.

The bodyguard dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"Alright, you can go up. When you come down, the weapon will be returned to you. ”

When others say water, you say water.

As long as you don't jump and look, all kinds of clues will quickly pop your big eyes.

And then there are all kinds of small pendants on Captain Zhao's body, from the beginning to the present, are there still fewer eliminated?

This isn't Han Li's green bottle, what can't be eliminated?

Ah, it's a little longer to eliminate the pendant this time, and it's completely unacceptable, right, fragile products need to be protected, and you're fragile and careful, right?

Relying on small pendants, you think Captain Zhao's own skills are not good, and you think that there are fewer small pendants when you practice skills, and you will directly give you a two-way foil, and you will flatten the earth; Otherwise, I will give you a sequence five life hunters to steal the fate of the powers, and the military, economic, cultural, technological, and technological XXXX nine-enthlons will immediately crush the world, and the whole drama will be okay in the end?

Eat fish blindly, right?

The author's level is indeed very limited, but Cao Cao crosses Wu Dalang, no matter how high or low, haven't we always mastered the temperament?

If you twitter crookedly, the golden lotus next door will not print you, and you will be lazy.

(End of chapter)