"I told you a long time ago, don't provoke Chen Jianqiu if you have nothing to do, he is already full-fledged, you can't move him."

Morgan said leisurely as he took a cigar and looked at the newspaper.

Compared to the last private party, there were fewer Edison and Hawke in the salon.

The former was kicked out of General Electric by Morgan because of his complete defeat in the battle between direct current and alternating current, and went to New Jersey to mine; The latter went bankrupt and jumped into the sea and dedicated his life to feeding nature the fish.

Morgan and Rockefeller never grieved by the fall of the two.

Masonry has always been ruthless towards losers.

Only those who are useful are called tool people, and those who are useless are garbage.

Who would be sorry that the garbage is gone?

There were two more people in the salon, one was a writer with curly hair and a pipe.

His pen name was Mark Twain.

Mark Twain joined the Freemasons at an early age because of his prominence, and maintained very close personal relations with the various members of the Freemasonry.

For example, Mr. Morgan.

He had come to the salon to-day to taste the fine tobacco that Mr. Morgan had just brought from Havana.

The other, on the other hand, had a well-dressed beard, his hair was meticulously thrown back, and he was dressed as a gentleman.

His name was Auguste Belmont Jr., a German-American.

Just mentioning this name may not be very familiar to the average person.

But when it comes to the master behind him, everyone in Europe at that time knew about it, and everyone knew it.

The Rothschilds.

Auguste Belmont Jr.'s father, August Belmont Sr., entered the Rothschild Bank in Frankfurt at the age of 14 and moved to the United States in 1837, becoming the latter's spokesman in the United States.

The old man served the Rothschilds all his life, and he himself was in the United States, dying of the flu five years ago.

Since then, Auguste Belmont Jr. has taken over his father's class.

John D. Rockefeller was speechless, his face gloomy, and he sat on the couch not knowing what he was thinking.

But the big-nosed Morgan didn't seem to notice the oil tycoon's displeasure, and he added fuel to the fire:

"He is now seen by the people of New York as a hero who defended Hawaii for America, what can you do with him? Even old Dupont was by him. My God, that is a man of iron will. ”

"I'm not DuPont!" Rockefeller finally couldn't help it.

"I know, I know, my friend." Morgan grabbed the newspaper and waved his hand at the stone tycoon, "But how can you trust an Italian madman!" That man was nothing but a magician in Sicily! ”

"With all due respect, if he is really caught by Shunteng, with my understanding of Chen Jianqiu, he will find the media he controls, and then report this matter, divided into sixty chapters, one chapter a day, and serialized for two months!"

"Or, find a troupe, write a play, and perform in a Broadway theater for half a year."

Mark Twain choked on the cigarette he had just inhaled.

He wanted to laugh, but forcibly held back.

He knew Chen Jianqiu.

This guy can really do this kind of thing.

However, he wasn't sure if the people present knew about the relationship between him and Chen Jianqiu.

At least Rockefeller didn't know.

Rockefeller's face had completely collapsed.

The relationship between him and Morgan is both a partnership and a competition.

However, because Morgan made his fortune relatively late, when the Rockefeller family began to rise in power in the 70s, Morgan was just a bank partner, a small henchman of George Peabody.

was so teased by this opponent that the face of the richest man in the United States was really unbearable.

"Morgan, don't forget, he's a Chinese, the kind of Chinese who walked on the streets of New York decades ago, and you wouldn't look at him squarely!"

Morgan shook his head:

"I'm only interested in money, and I have no idea what racism is."

Rockefeller turned to Morgan, his thin face serious.

"Morgan, let's make a bet, I will defeat Chen Jianqiu in the arms industry, which he is most proud of! What DuPont can't do, I can do! ”

"Bet on what?" Morgan touched his big nose and looked at Rockefeller with interest.

"The iron ore mine in Mount Maishaby, the largest iron mine in the United States, I know you have coveted the steel industry for a long time, but Carnegie is not that easy to deal with." Rockefeller tapped his hand on the table, "You need to put together some small resources. ”

"And what if I lost?"

"I want some of your shares in General Motors." The oil tycoon's eyes narrowed.

These two chips are theoretically unequal.

The open and secret struggle between Rockefeller and Carnegie is no longer a day or two.

He initially intended to use his familiar tactic - controlling raw materials - to deal with the steel tycoon.

Later, however, Rockefeller realized that he was a complete layman.

Controlling the big iron ore mines doesn't do much to Carnegie's steel company, because iron ore is everywhere in the United States.

What really determines the life and death of the steel plant is the coal mine!

He dug a pit for Morgan.

GM is different.

His opponent was Chen Jianqiu's Roswell Electric Company.

I first cleaned up this damn Chinese in the arms industry, and then let him out of the electrical industry, completely drove him out of the United States, and went back where he came from.

At the same time, it can also weaken Morgan's strength, killing two birds with one stone, why not.

Rockefeller had thought that Morgan, who was shrewd in this business, would not agree, or ask for more chips.

Who knew that the banker didn't even think about it.

"Deal! Then wait for your good news! He held out his hand to Rockefeller.

The oil tycoon shook Morgan's hand, got up and left.

"I'm gone, too." Mark Twain took the last puff of his pipe, stood up, and held out his hand to Morgan, "Thank you very much for your tobacco, they pay off wonderfully." ”

He knew that there must be something to talk about between the remaining two bankers, so he offered to leave.

Morgan shook the writer's hand: "Okay, Mr. Writer, next time there is a good tobacco leaf, I will definitely invite you to taste it as soon as possible." ”

"You can also share it with your friends." He said meaningfully.

Mark Twain felt that Morgan had something to say, but he didn't think much of it, put on his hat, turned and walked out the door, into the night of New York.

"You seem to prefer to entertain your friends with tobacco at home." Belmont looked at the writer's departing back and said, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask him in the Masonic salon today?" ”

"Isn't the salon a place to share hobbies?" Morgan had put down the newspaper.

"Let's get down to business." He digressed from the subject.

"According to our estimates, the U.S. government should already have little gold in stock! Or rather, there is not much gold left in the whole of America! "The Cleveland government was helpless in the face of the financial crisis, and their decisions were terrible all the time." ”

"Oh?" Morgan sat on the couch, tilted his head, his hands on his cheeks, and cocked Erlang's legs at the same time, "So, are you planning to be a creditor in the United States?" ”

"Yes, now the world's gold is concentrated in Europe, and the gold of Europe is concentrated in the hands of the Rothschilds." Belmont said proudly.

"Aren't you afraid that the citizens of the United States will say that we are betraying the interests of America to the Europeans?" Morgan pointed at Belmont and then at himself, "We're all American now." ”

Belmont seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

He laughed:

"Morgan, don't make me laugh, I don't know who you are? You and I are both bankers, qualified bankers, who only serve capital, and capital has no nationality. ”

"If the U.S. government doesn't have gold in its coffers for them to pay their bills, the credibility of the government will be completely ruined, and the dollar will be worthless." Belmont spread his hands, "So, do they have a choice?" ”

"In a week's time, several businessmen will hold notes worth a total of $10 million and demand payment from the U.S. government, which will be the last straw that will break Cleveland." Belmont said, "When the time comes, it's time for us to go!" ”

"Oh." Morgan moved his neck and said.

Mark Twain walked out of what seemed a very ordinary house.

He didn't go home directly, but went to Chen Jianqiu's house.

After the last incident, there are many more police patrols in this luxury residential area of the Upper East Side.

The residents were terrified.

They watched as several bodies were dragged out of Chen Jianqiu's home.

These rich people thought the house was a murderous house,

One of them kindly reminded Chen Jianqiu and his wife:

The house should be renounced by a priest, otherwise the dead will turn into evil spirits.

Chen Jianqiu and his wife laughed it off and left them with an extremely memorable sentence:

You can't fight me when you're alive, so what can you do when you're dead? If you don't accept it, you can let "them" die again.

The officers on patrol saw Mr. Writer and were about to come forward for questioning.

Fortunately, one of the officers recognized the famous Mr. Mark Twain.

The writer was able to come to the door of Chen Jianqiu's house unhindered.

It was Camilla who opened the door.

She was wearing a pink dress and was playing hide and seek with her son on the first floor.

"Chen is in the study on the second floor, you go up and turn right into the fourth room." She said to Mark Twain.

The writer finally met Chen Jianqiu in the study.

Mr. Chen was sitting at his desk looking at an industry analysis report from the Legal and Finance Center, while the other materials in front of him were piled up into a high "mountain".

"Chen, why didn't you tell me when you came to New York?" Mark Twain "complained."

As soon as Chen Jianqiu looked up and saw that it was a writer, he immediately stood up from the chair, walked up happily, and gave the old friend a hug.

"There's no way, it's too busy, the financial crisis has caused everyone to be anxious, it's not easy to survive, everything has to be cautious, you have to use your brains." He pointed to the stack of materials and said helplessly.

"Actually, I'm a Freemason." Mark Twain confessed, "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you before. ”

Chen Jianqiu leaned his butt on his desk, looking forward to what kind of new things the writer could bring him:

"Please continue." Chen Jianqiu clasped his arms and pretended to listen

So the writer told Chen Jianqiu exactly what he heard at the Freemasonry.

"Rockefeller is going to declare war on you."

"He's already declared war, it's nothing new." Chen Jianqiu smiled bitterly, "Not to mention the rest, his financial strength is indeed very strong." ”

He flipped through several data reports on his desk, and suddenly remembered something:

"What did Morgan say to you at the end?"

"Well, he said that if there is good tobacco in the future, he will definitely call me, and he said, good things need to be shared."

When Chen Jianqiu heard this, he thought about it:

"Looks like I'm really going to have to talk to this guy, or maybe he's looking for me himself."

(End of chapter)